tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16245126446932200902024-02-21T03:11:25.972+02:00Ingrid in NeverlandIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-14811150380021519002010-06-11T15:53:00.002+03:002010-06-11T15:59:01.670+03:00Happy B'day to ME!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMhGF7fDQS1Bi425HlSFobrSTq6HOtxK57yi0W0ljafYJYxZzjsM2ERAwEHf-Vr8DbUBEpGidLALTVAeY47z9_pOsA8F2qRmv5kcz31Y4qguYCpUFfyZ79Ooh7rU-IPl1ijZWaJtUEol3/s1600/brithday.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481499037401293890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMhGF7fDQS1Bi425HlSFobrSTq6HOtxK57yi0W0ljafYJYxZzjsM2ERAwEHf-Vr8DbUBEpGidLALTVAeY47z9_pOsA8F2qRmv5kcz31Y4qguYCpUFfyZ79Ooh7rU-IPl1ijZWaJtUEol3/s320/brithday.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour</strong></span></div><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">11 iunie...da:) este ziua mea. Am reusit sa implinesc 19 ani... si tot in aceasta zi, am invatat, ca sunt iubita de acele persoane pe care le-am ranit...este ziua mea si am imvatat destule...</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></strong></span>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-89974706118151810792010-05-10T23:36:00.003+03:002010-05-10T23:53:26.394+03:00Strang din dinti<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOn1rWfQ1p7XHDrXMV9YHlpq71l40II746YAXD7EmFbGJjANIXkeKVeSLggHwlWUg1EXcnYdpiVeKI0pk86wpolYFBB5OO3Tqp0r2I8vH5ee7hiDKVL3d89GgGTWJSEfVQEZGS4RVs_g-/s1600/2801596937_d05f803736.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469746888605176578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOn1rWfQ1p7XHDrXMV9YHlpq71l40II746YAXD7EmFbGJjANIXkeKVeSLggHwlWUg1EXcnYdpiVeKI0pk86wpolYFBB5OO3Tqp0r2I8vH5ee7hiDKVL3d89GgGTWJSEfVQEZGS4RVs_g-/s320/2801596937_d05f803736.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>Eu vreau sa traiesc</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>o viata pe dos</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>sa-ncerc sa iubesc</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>cu capul in jos.</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>Pasesc inapoi</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>in loc spre tine s-alerg.</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>nu mai cred in noi</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>iubirea o neg.</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>dar totusi iubesc</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>in stilul meu prostesc</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>cer oare prea mult?</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>putina maltratare,</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>caci cum stiai si tu </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>dragostea doare.</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>saruti cu ochii deschisi</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>cersind o dezmierdare,</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>infama pasiune...</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>in loc de inocenta,</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>privire de copil...</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>Ravnesti la suflet putrezit</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><em>intr-un vestmant fragil.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-20293837452753432452010-03-15T23:06:00.005+02:002010-03-16T00:07:10.147+02:00Ganduri in baie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBgrjZDOoFKdbzOdQbwAU2vyCQ6XwwS6toj7Q_w-xsMnAhLsI1ae8o3qluoASvGcS9WL1HKa1G4SrwiWf4iRFH3YtDSdeGo_3SsMk7x1ilHqxvy-UB3X6022N_XvSoDXwhGF1_Lm9bXvn/s1600-h/Ass_by_metal27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448975129224421906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBgrjZDOoFKdbzOdQbwAU2vyCQ6XwwS6toj7Q_w-xsMnAhLsI1ae8o3qluoASvGcS9WL1HKa1G4SrwiWf4iRFH3YtDSdeGo_3SsMk7x1ilHqxvy-UB3X6022N_XvSoDXwhGF1_Lm9bXvn/s320/Ass_by_metal27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>O lacrima-mi danseaza pe obraz<br />si ce ciudat , si martie sa<br /></strong></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2dP9NaP11Na8rUkdnKe_mJ8NA1XKpiFJE5AbLZhu5_2UiIrKokRTW7UsN1CSr43qAtCwlBEKZF34G3xLYHVm-ssleBhTO_NKAu_46sVMGhuHX1o31VXW6K-fWbJgPxRZksCP2HMucAHo/s1600-h/Ass_by_metal27.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>planga inghetat!<br />Iar noi ne agatam de un ragaz<br />s</strong></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CKgyXJ2PR11QX4vgylrI_wsKOB-v2cXVhn0k1ffx_s3KE1PWqq32evh5nZwNNcyzrsrdSyqcZbkZGkSfvAA_J3mIMTfcnyK6-i9IOZQV3IFN1Z8ivNFX6RGBQYKk-Nt6XfdFYNo4-CEx/s1600-h/Ass_by_metal27.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>tim bine ca e o nebunie </strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>sa planga inghetat!</strong></em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong><div align="right"><br />In jurul nostru e galbenit<br />doar gunoaie,hoituri si<br />amor inghetat!<br />ma innec cu fumul trecutului<br />si ma trezesc cu scarba de<br />amor inghetat!</div><div align="right"> </div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Nu mai pot accepta un lucru inghetat,pentru care timpul a stat cateva luni.Poate pentru unii e de admirat,ca a reusit sa opreasca timpul,insa pe mine nu ma impresioneaza,asta ma face sa-l resping si mai mult.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Pare intact,neschimbat .... nemernicul....indata ce sincer ma voi darui lui, o apa maculata o sa ma stinga.Nu vreau sa mor din iubire,doar incompetentilor li se intampla,nici sincer nu mai vreau sa iubesc,POT sa traiesc ....O viata fara fericirie nu-i tot timpul austera!</em></strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Daca ma axez doar pe fericirea materiala:tigari,junk food,x6, o vacanta in Bora-Bora la cel mai luxos hotel, o camera "all inclusive" bineinteles [:X] o sa-mi fie bine.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>...si dupa ce gust din aceasta fericire moarta,si vad ca iar sufar,iti jur iubire eterna.Dar pana atunci LASA-MA , nu ma mai cauta!!!</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-62831578150730361582010-03-13T15:51:00.001+02:002010-03-13T15:51:43.990+02:00Plec pe mArte<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN5WBXC5sTU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN5WBXC5sTU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p> </p>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-53361445572857485632010-02-10T23:48:00.004+02:002010-02-11T00:05:52.824+02:00Nebu...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yeJ6b9cpHfQjiKRPdbfXSqQDZLESL4NctMzqyWmA2Lq7dZr7cYDoHoCLCJMDnfMMZWccsBnhGASHg8uZKLrSaObwonlyWntyNCkCcKXGdPTuzrQ0BYlE-Jy0WyCRCP4Poneyox0SlqFb/s1600-h/Crazy_for_Passion_by_Voordoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735733746504962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yeJ6b9cpHfQjiKRPdbfXSqQDZLESL4NctMzqyWmA2Lq7dZr7cYDoHoCLCJMDnfMMZWccsBnhGASHg8uZKLrSaObwonlyWntyNCkCcKXGdPTuzrQ0BYlE-Jy0WyCRCP4Poneyox0SlqFb/s320/Crazy_for_Passion_by_Voordoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Stinge lumina<br />Se trage cortina.</span></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Sunt nebuna si-am sa mor<br />Nebuna de tine.</span></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Ne-ai tristat visele,sperantele….ai trista iubirea noasta.Degeaba incerci toate nuantele iubirii,crede-ma, se simte, iubirea noasta a imbatranit prematur iar viciile noastre o imping si mai mult in inexistenta.<br />Am pietrificat timpul,crezand ca ultimele nuante de iubire incercate , puteau salva ceva, insa doar credeam…nu speram,nu imi doream,iar acest crez prevenea nebunia mea.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Sunt nebuna si-am sa mor<br />Nebuna de tine.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><object height="55" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/claudiapussycat/8e8fce4cf0065a.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=174&titluEmbed=Keri%20Hilson%20-%20Crazy"><br /><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/claudiapussycat/8e8fce4cf0065a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=174&titluEmbed=Keri%20Hilson%20-%20Crazy"></embed></object><br /><a title="Muzica" href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a> </p>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-32207788101819406672010-02-02T23:48:00.002+02:002010-02-03T00:00:01.262+02:00Invins...sau nu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVwMW7ReXhbr19JhaVfw7embjRHoFGtaSEVcScqv8-lRWO8m3PYDDuOf6FCrZfnb8EkRRNqamdAW7S57aGTEHXWWF8em3BEmR9k-8VJOE6VOMiaEarcU1KJ5OkJ3eoKiWswCzsa3yhydf/s1600-h/liquid_time_by_LukeShannon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433769156424370978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVwMW7ReXhbr19JhaVfw7embjRHoFGtaSEVcScqv8-lRWO8m3PYDDuOf6FCrZfnb8EkRRNqamdAW7S57aGTEHXWWF8em3BEmR9k-8VJOE6VOMiaEarcU1KJ5OkJ3eoKiWswCzsa3yhydf/s400/liquid_time_by_LukeShannon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>Arunca in clepsidra,<br />un suflet maruntit,<br />insingurat,<br />orb,surd si mut<br />de timp napadit.<br />Lasa-l sa pice,<br />sa se prelinga<br />pe-o sticla inghetata,<br />sa-nvete iar si iar<br />tot ce-a omis odata...<br />Nu-i,inca,tarziu<br />ceva sa lamureasca<br />sa spere,sa regrete!<br />Abia atunci...cand tot<br />p-un lemn va fi izbit<br />Gandeste-te zambind<br />Candva ai fost iubit?!</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="55" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/yo_miki/010c53f56c1919.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=242&titluEmbed=Aaliyah"><br /><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/yo_miki/010c53f56c1919.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=242&titluEmbed=Aaliyah"></embed></object><br /><a title="Muzica" href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a> </div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-17435485487604111412010-01-25T23:29:00.005+02:002010-01-25T23:53:14.060+02:00Melanj<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFWCHif0vgBQjyf5L014XsKTaVwrYhMGbWaHbADgYbcD6qwyZ74ehl1B5eu4k5o98X5jBvDT_N75vonWGeRlIxZdUuJLmVzhHHQsymMpCXp3KfYltn69nOpz649ricoW6SkDvsnqPwBS9/s1600-h/us__by_Blissleep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430798660611848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFWCHif0vgBQjyf5L014XsKTaVwrYhMGbWaHbADgYbcD6qwyZ74ehl1B5eu4k5o98X5jBvDT_N75vonWGeRlIxZdUuJLmVzhHHQsymMpCXp3KfYltn69nOpz649ricoW6SkDvsnqPwBS9/s400/us__by_Blissleep.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EeST08WbsLZe0Q9UZgLuHCzhA9Y30N_LqQSwkYRAMaAPVEA0orF8zkpBjwSmntT1JqD26uM9h8frCgS73HklD0KaEU5_l_tHmDE5qX7Qmvplvp4GVgcoORzf3Ix-kAGhMcfNqk7WS-3x/s1600-h/us__by_Blissleep.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Trecut...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Eu,tu,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>dragoste,certuri.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Am fost,au fost!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Prezent...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Tu,eu,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Intrigi,dispret.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Supravietuim.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Viitor...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Una,alta</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>!!???....,,,,!?,.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Va fi....</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-17710215889839318262010-01-22T21:07:00.006+02:002010-01-24T11:30:24.781+02:00Liniste...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM96iMLDcbs2pHl9X3S79HKEK0Z71GN_RDbBfvH_S0zb6lmWrdd1rCQeuoFj4wag0B5p8G4vPNnd4X8LH8s0IqnUe4YsF-Cf5i_0HnPwrUNX6SOjbTFcPu_U73LqPST9f28P5BZ7-2I-P-/s1600-h/LOVE_by_Frenzyy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429643867564299218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM96iMLDcbs2pHl9X3S79HKEK0Z71GN_RDbBfvH_S0zb6lmWrdd1rCQeuoFj4wag0B5p8G4vPNnd4X8LH8s0IqnUe4YsF-Cf5i_0HnPwrUNX6SOjbTFcPu_U73LqPST9f28P5BZ7-2I-P-/s400/LOVE_by_Frenzyy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Iubesti in soapta<br />si vocea inimii se stinge…<br />Alaturi de-o speranta moarta,<br />sufletul se-nfunda in<br />purgatoriul sufletelor ranite.<br /><br />Poate esti mistuit de pacat?!<br />Si singur iti rastignesti<br />IUBIREA.<br />Cuiele geloziei ,o strapung,<br />in timp ce tu-ti faci iluzii<br />ca maine ceva o sa renasca.</span> </div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-59590297652536919322010-01-10T23:46:00.002+02:002010-01-10T23:59:11.040+02:00Nu vreau titlu...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoRaqdHrKLdpMZO0IyjCfljfIxccYsTBUP2xcen9V_Fc_ltJXGfs11YovZTNbGc45ZmN7eZcHa8ESu9-4XMQUfjM7zqfVQEld9RKZEkSKijTdLnNrFkM0FspFuMue4nplLcUV7OdleZr5/s1600-h/797715_DSC03568.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425234024645395138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoRaqdHrKLdpMZO0IyjCfljfIxccYsTBUP2xcen9V_Fc_ltJXGfs11YovZTNbGc45ZmN7eZcHa8ESu9-4XMQUfjM7zqfVQEld9RKZEkSKijTdLnNrFkM0FspFuMue4nplLcUV7OdleZr5/s320/797715_DSC03568.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Tusesc...abia am scapat de raceala si simt ca o sa racesc din nou.<br />Nu stiu de ce, dar simt nevoia sa scriu,nu am mai facut'o de ceva timp,si asta din cauza ca nu am timp.Chiar daca o sa tiparesc numai bazaconii...o sa o fac!!!<br /><br />:))<br /><br />" Cand te simti rau,stai pe spate cu ochii in tavan,cu paturica ta pufoasa in brate si minte stelele.<br />Cand esti indispusa ,stai intoarsa intr-o parte si imprastie norii.<br />Cand ti-e dor de el,de voi, de clipele trecute si risipite fara voie,pierdute in fiecare molecula a corpului tau, stai pe burta si cauta sa le lipesti cu ploaie."<br /><br /><br />Cred ca e cazul sa ma bag la somn,maine am o zi dificila, o ascultare,o lucrare si o meditatie la chimie unde sunt planta:)).<br /><br /><br />Aseara te-am visat,nu stiu de ce, ca m-am obisnuit fara tine.Imi zicei ceva de genul ca iti faci prietene doara sa ma faci geloasa si nu te-ai impaca cu mine nici pentru bani.Vis idiot:))asa ca tine;)<br /><br /><br /><br />P.s.:promit ca nu o sa mai aberez si ma apuc iar serios de scris[nu stiu cand] dar simteam nevoia asta:PIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-48379437409792438802009-12-26T00:21:00.007+02:002010-01-24T13:21:19.762+02:00Suflet de stea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3htOa9lXEmXDfqc_MzGY-gjKiCbBsBtcOJ8jcQnBXzO1_znUcBXNtIQrufcgZnfvsZAudo916RaHYTQ-14oGvOpvblcrR1qXWi-p8h_BNLl1lao5N_VRtzvzaWpcZsOnnGbEwbtb6wCOM/s1600-h/The_moon_twilight_by_ploop26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419304060034825826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3htOa9lXEmXDfqc_MzGY-gjKiCbBsBtcOJ8jcQnBXzO1_znUcBXNtIQrufcgZnfvsZAudo916RaHYTQ-14oGvOpvblcrR1qXWi-p8h_BNLl1lao5N_VRtzvzaWpcZsOnnGbEwbtb6wCOM/s320/The_moon_twilight_by_ploop26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Intr-o geroasa noapte de Ajun, Dl. W se plimba pe marginea lacului.De cand a ramas sigur are un relaps de memorie...<br />Dintr-o data o sclipire bizara se revarsa in spatele sau.Se intoarce sceptic...pentru cateva secunde ramane nemiscat.<br />Pare ceva neverosimil[</strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">hai ca suna bine</span></em></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">:))],un suflet de stea.<br />Acea lumina de un auriu palid,in interiorul careia plutea praf magic ramas in urma stingerii ultimului curcubeu din noiembrie.<br />Se apropie stangaci de el si inspira.E cuprins de o euforie macabra,simte caldura cum ii intra in toate maruntaiele corpului si usoare furnicaturi in zona inimii,cuprinsa de tahicardie iar ceva pare sa-i schimbe sufletul.</span><br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">De fapt, a gasi un suflet de stea</span>, <span style="color:#ff6600;">inseamna sa-ti deschizi</span> <span style="color:#ffcc33;">cufarul mintii si sa recapeti</span> <span style="color:#009900;">din strafundul lui acel suflet</span> <span style="color:#000099;">de copil pierdut,pe care nici cele mai</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">intelepte minti nu au ajuns sa-l reinvie</span>.<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Inseamna sa inveti iar sa te bucuri de absolut fiecare clipa a vietii</span>. </span></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-40506995173436781852009-11-18T22:57:00.001+02:002009-11-18T22:59:16.853+02:00inchiscriza de timp , criza de personalitate, criza financiara<br /><br />3 in 1 <br /><br />inchis....cat timp ,nu stiuIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-24106239355820532532009-11-05T17:16:00.000+02:002009-11-05T17:17:18.846+02:00Superb<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-vMVCpKoAs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-vMVCpKoAs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-31986372106625850742009-10-20T20:11:00.007+03:002009-10-20T20:18:19.769+03:00Doar ploua...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh4yVlZnOuTSOc3260PhY4JywJgM5ICpgnEPdp6phTnquYDKxbH1X7MTFIAymDChv_StP65nHPFrwL81HRzhdCAsy5X_DkKGd069e5hbAvBxgjcY5VXK6LM11WhtKjCbMvp_jh2Yz8U00/s1600-h/The_Rain_That_Falls__by_RedFraction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394731048471155090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh4yVlZnOuTSOc3260PhY4JywJgM5ICpgnEPdp6phTnquYDKxbH1X7MTFIAymDChv_StP65nHPFrwL81HRzhdCAsy5X_DkKGd069e5hbAvBxgjcY5VXK6LM11WhtKjCbMvp_jh2Yz8U00/s320/The_Rain_That_Falls__by_RedFraction.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>De 3 zile ploua,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>lacrimile tale</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>usor ma cheama-n geam.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Dar stau cu gandurile mele,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cufundat in contemplatie,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cautand sa sterg urmele...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Sunt malad,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>lacrimile tale</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>ma irita.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Dar stau cu gandurile mele,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>miroase a putred,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cautand sa sterg urmele...</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-38952453834594117522009-10-14T19:27:00.003+03:002009-10-14T19:35:11.539+03:00Iremediabil<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMt8j-6GbkkPs4hxo5t5TbshyphenhyphenHNXA88g3A_CizaNyt3sDE-S0DHBFCsuA7LnXD1YItS54WjqMs_hu9KFr89Qr1HCTTc5r7Lgv-n2v9lgWscYBPOtFhQezHOVqgzRUgs1VhGt2fxuHyAoU4/s1600-h/02e151f57c808e36d13f7be651509781.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392493093994951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMt8j-6GbkkPs4hxo5t5TbshyphenhyphenHNXA88g3A_CizaNyt3sDE-S0DHBFCsuA7LnXD1YItS54WjqMs_hu9KFr89Qr1HCTTc5r7Lgv-n2v9lgWscYBPOtFhQezHOVqgzRUgs1VhGt2fxuHyAoU4/s320/02e151f57c808e36d13f7be651509781.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Nu-ti mai lasa utopia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>sa ia amploare.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Totul e cuprins de letargie</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>distrugand orice culoare...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Intr-un final,ai fost si tu atins de iubire dar nu ai facut decat sa excedezi in toate privintele... si asta nu ne-a ajutat cu nimic.Doar ma arunci in tenebrele locuri ale lumii si ma lasi sa ma trezesc cu muscaturile inghetate ale diminetii.Si ma intrebi de ce sunt sceptica.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> Ai devenit iremediabil!?</span></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-6731042495425559132009-10-06T22:25:00.005+03:002009-10-06T22:31:48.343+03:00Intuneric<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJ0e7BbhgWX60OmKVGF6gOBQ-WJ1i1Yi3xAqGiqwo6Kh3OdzCPF3-17VO-zeSOdIOaXbwVISiKCRABcpTlH6ija7hHES5rNQ9oC_dzY8RdLXOj7eUJGJUjnMBmZAxs7FK03o8GBQfUdOT/s1600-h/dark_by_erikagaci.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389570451252219746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJ0e7BbhgWX60OmKVGF6gOBQ-WJ1i1Yi3xAqGiqwo6Kh3OdzCPF3-17VO-zeSOdIOaXbwVISiKCRABcpTlH6ija7hHES5rNQ9oC_dzY8RdLXOj7eUJGJUjnMBmZAxs7FK03o8GBQfUdOT/s320/dark_by_erikagaci.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Un nor greu</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>cu aspect usor carbonizat</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>se dizolva-n straturi</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>din ce in ce mai groase</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>in camera mea.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Totul se transforma</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>pe nesimtite</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>in neant...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>In urma ta ai lasat </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>cicatrice negre,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>pe care as vrea </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>sa le speli cu</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>roua crinilor de mai.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>In ochii mei,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>devin rizibil,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>te mint ca te urasc,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>ca esti o pacoste.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Insa tu esti</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>doar viciul care</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>m-a acaparat.</em></strong><br /></span></div></span>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-16874033304081682092009-09-29T22:52:00.007+03:002010-02-07T01:38:45.801+02:00cum era?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXG5d8F0Ms08S29CQ56rwMgdIZB12TsGaGcuWdVHgN8iWxsuQeRwI34qgYmTGibo9I-I14ytacRS2kONdpKtM0nQEwGOWFfom_Qq_wpekomEcXT3sfXye18W62HtD2V4-xmyo4NQ5CSY7/s1600-h/Childhood_Reflections_by_pinkparis1233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386982690983331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXG5d8F0Ms08S29CQ56rwMgdIZB12TsGaGcuWdVHgN8iWxsuQeRwI34qgYmTGibo9I-I14ytacRS2kONdpKtM0nQEwGOWFfom_Qq_wpekomEcXT3sfXye18W62HtD2V4-xmyo4NQ5CSY7/s320/Childhood_Reflections_by_pinkparis1233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>m-am saturat.viata mea prinde pe zi ce trece un aspect inestetic.o combinatie de comportament usor vulgar,pesimism absolut si o conditie de fiinta solitara.</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">mi-e dor</span> de copilarie,vreau sa ma simt iar copil macar pentru cateva clipe...macar pentru cateva clipe...</strong></span> </span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;">mi-e dor</span> sa mai am acel comportament pueril,docil,evaziv si dezinvolt...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">mi-</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">e dor.</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>pana si un lucru absurd imi aducea zambetul pe buze.zambeam soarelui,florilor si ploaia era o bucurie ... stiam sa ma bucur de absolut orice.de ce? nu stiu de ce.acum nu stiu de ce dar atunci stiam sigur.</strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>tu iti mai amintesti <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">cum era?</span></strong></span><span style="color:#333300;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>si uite ca fara sa iti dai seama, te trezesti cum vacarmul vietii din anii ce au trecut ti-au lezat amintirile.</strong></span></span></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-65172081891963257532009-09-24T18:12:00.010+03:002009-10-06T22:37:02.449+03:00Repari suflete?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRThC3pdPB-raCq3GDUoNXHzJD4SSHGMJ2OXtAne5MYV4YivMXDwWNkC2WYLvnEkW-KF5OV0Bxmhr92EHMOpNa9MKqBqxfIB7tbRHG9YzupM4qm886_NHw8HtzB-mNdq0ITGUk4KFBfp5/s1600-h/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053826910875602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRThC3pdPB-raCq3GDUoNXHzJD4SSHGMJ2OXtAne5MYV4YivMXDwWNkC2WYLvnEkW-KF5OV0Bxmhr92EHMOpNa9MKqBqxfIB7tbRHG9YzupM4qm886_NHw8HtzB-mNdq0ITGUk4KFBfp5/s400/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Repara-mi sufletul,</strong></span> </span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>ceva parca s-a stricat in el</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>si nu lasa te rog uitarea </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>sa-l colonizeze....</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Ganduri stangace,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>stropi de speranta,constiinta naiva.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>de toate mi-e greata...</strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>ma sufoca,nu imi dau pace</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Repara-mi sufletul,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>ceva parca s-a stricat in el</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>si daca tot nu merge</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Omoara-l.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Inneaca-l cu un sarut,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>ii dai foc cu vapaia unei</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>amintiri,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>il sufoci cu iluzii,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>ii distrugi dualitatea</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>iar in final</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>UCIDE-L cu un vis.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-30365450778419460002009-09-23T22:20:00.005+03:002009-09-27T22:48:28.770+03:00IARTA-MA...[pentru tine]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1D05lwxMmfmfJU19lphelC-VQxg6pEGxQvu-s7IlOfPwd1ggK8Xgz_zILagWhZ8haDOrOvb6Vmtp56ZlpdYIpmi1O5f2EXD01kBashah_7CD5VBt9Vxe3L2rYOGARUfYE6sk13SKUSzU/s1600-h/forgive_me_by_shutterbug13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384745923782966034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1D05lwxMmfmfJU19lphelC-VQxg6pEGxQvu-s7IlOfPwd1ggK8Xgz_zILagWhZ8haDOrOvb6Vmtp56ZlpdYIpmi1O5f2EXD01kBashah_7CD5VBt9Vxe3L2rYOGARUfYE6sk13SKUSzU/s320/forgive_me_by_shutterbug13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>Daca ne-am dedica cateva minute sa analizam tot ce a fost intre noi am putea ajunge la concluzia ca a fost o mare pierdere de timp.<br />Insa nu e asa…si tocmai din cauza asta incerc sa aman sfarsitul nostru…”al nostru” suna minunat.Nu pot ingadui sa te pierd iara.Vreau sa intarziem,sa uitam,sa pierdem,sa amanam,sa stergem tot haosul inversunat in care ne-am asfixiat.Nu mai suport,mi-e dor sa te sarut,sa te stang in brate,sa ma enervezi intentionat iar dupa sa ma impaci… mi-e dor de absolut tot, de bune,de rele, de certurile noastre zilnice,mi-e dor de dezinteresul tau,de privirea ta,de rasul tau colorat:)) intr-un cuvant mi-e DOR DE TINE. Am ramas doar un suflet stingher macinat zi de zi de remuscari.<br />Sincer imi pare rau pentru ce s-a intamplat.Am fost cuprinsa de o vanitate puerila si am pulverizat cuvinte otravite peste constiinta ta.Vorbele sunt cea mai periculoasa arma a omului…ucid lent ,iar moartea lenta e cea mai dureroasa.E ca si cum as tulbura apa linistita a unui lac ,aruncand ca bezmetica cu pietre in ea.Unduirea agitata a apei provoaca stari de teama,nesiguranta,sperante false,ura,dispret.<br />Chiar daca uneori nu gandesc de 10 ori inainte sa spun ceva,nu o fac cu rautate… ci fara sa constat asta, mi-a trebuit ceva timp sa-mi dau seama ca tin la tine,insa asa sunt eu,o persoana mediocra ranesc exact pe cine nu merita...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>De ce insist???Pentru ca simt ca nu am facut pana acum tot ce trebuia ca sa mearga si ca mai sunt o gramada de chestii noi care ne asteapta...</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-65744977709848449762009-09-19T19:30:00.007+03:002009-09-27T22:51:50.693+03:00Mozaic al hazardului<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfpxbD8immzvcdIdjpPoim9OeZLzT5MJtdyN4fTi3txPT5u4TNYMIybO-btd1HsM81Ba_HOD56pWF-I1zN7iOZO0htmKdqC0nMIKUv5KqXCurPXPCPJnOWWHeQ7RrBbMk92_HdnMRtYxw/s1600-h/Sad_Cherry_Tree__by_Croppka.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383218053790555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfpxbD8immzvcdIdjpPoim9OeZLzT5MJtdyN4fTi3txPT5u4TNYMIybO-btd1HsM81Ba_HOD56pWF-I1zN7iOZO0htmKdqC0nMIKUv5KqXCurPXPCPJnOWWHeQ7RrBbMk92_HdnMRtYxw/s320/Sad_Cherry_Tree__by_Croppka.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Iubito,se scutură cireşul</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Ah! ce dor nebun am să te sărut.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>E vina mea,insolentul,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Că prea uşor din braţe te-am pierdut.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Ezit puţin...simt timpul ruginit,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Visez grădina colorată-n amintirea verii,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Impermeabil la iubire am devenit</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>S-uşor mă dematerializez la căderea serii.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>In camera fară amintiri,fară trecut</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Stau cu ea,dar te doresc pe tine,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Mă mint ca o iubesc decepţionat,tăcut</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Ş-aştept pe cineva,oare pe cine?</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-79977757085375857872009-09-17T22:33:00.005+03:002009-09-18T14:38:31.493+03:00Total confuza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIFp0eDfv-VhV9o8Kfo6UYdJijYdkINlarZqet36IysJi-PiXLoFV-jTHXbMzGT55Mz4VFa99BUF2n9gQYnrS9N8DMSzwe0TPegmuxQQfLw4Qj1oxcnVH1oIexZouxX9aIJUVxk5j6qrY/s1600-h/Do_nothing______by_hakeryk2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382527417531581378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIFp0eDfv-VhV9o8Kfo6UYdJijYdkINlarZqet36IysJi-PiXLoFV-jTHXbMzGT55Mz4VFa99BUF2n9gQYnrS9N8DMSzwe0TPegmuxQQfLw4Qj1oxcnVH1oIexZouxX9aIJUVxk5j6qrY/s320/Do_nothing______by_hakeryk2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Am fost tot timpul invidioasa pe cei care au stiut ce isi doresc in viata ,au stiut sa se bucure si sa multumeasca pentru ce au primit.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Eu nu am reusit sa devin o asemenea persoana.Nu inca, dar pe viitor sper sa ma schimb.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sunt o persoana destul de capricioasa iar chestia asta ma baga rau in ceata. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sa va zic de ce...Pana acum cateva zile, plangeam ca o idioata dupa o scurta"relatie" pe care o avusesem.Dramatizam totul,aveam tot felul de idei fixe in cap,speram din tot sufletul sa reiau relatia, ma rog, nu acceptam ideea ca am pierdut ceva.Si uite ca lu'Doamne-Doamne i s-a facut mila de o biata fata care "suferea" si se plangea la toti,care era foarte deprimata si trista, si s-a gandit sa o ajute sa-i ofere ceea ce ea a cerut. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Si am primit aceasta sansa de a relua vechea idila.Mare prostie!?Pentru ca nu am nicio tragere de inima sa continui aceasta chestie.Nu am facut decat sa ma bucur prosteste pe moment, iar dupa,ajungand la mine acasa,pe perna mea plina cu idei:))mi-am dat seama ca nu-mi mai doresc acest lucru.NASPA!!!OK,eu acum nu inteleg ce rost au avut atatea vaitaturi si atata jelit, sa-mi dau eu tampita seama ca nu-mi doresc asta??? A fost doar o fandoseala de-a mea idioata.Sunt presata de o indiferenta macabra.Totusi puteam sa fiu putin mai entuziasmata,sa incerc sa "carpesc" tot ce s-a rupt in trecut sau sa-i zic nu,insa nu pot,nu mi-am dat seama ce vreau.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Azi pe strada mi-a venit un posibil raspuns in minte:cand am reluat totul,am capatat o stare de siguranta.Sunt o persoana care nu prea stie sa piarda, asa ca recapatand ce am pierdut sunt multumita.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>E foarte dificil si penibil,faci atata tam-tam si exagerezi in toate privintele sa ai anumite chestii,de care sa te plictisesti cand le primesti.</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-53024000219245834252009-09-15T15:04:00.004+03:002009-09-15T16:31:06.157+03:00cumpar suflete<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CAgLuvrwrlTm6ozxunDnUM8Q9Sstjs6TTwj5NaScGkuA_nwuLF64sNcOgJqYyhxPtxIK77KWGdrBVUgaHq_sA9tm_p4sr4rBWj0k2zzVGoIcZGJd8bcqK6A3Tm8hbOfnGXnOwbt2hJjy/s1600-h/I_Had_A_Dream_____by_madmeg525.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381686183758527378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CAgLuvrwrlTm6ozxunDnUM8Q9Sstjs6TTwj5NaScGkuA_nwuLF64sNcOgJqYyhxPtxIK77KWGdrBVUgaHq_sA9tm_p4sr4rBWj0k2zzVGoIcZGJd8bcqK6A3Tm8hbOfnGXnOwbt2hJjy/s320/I_Had_A_Dream_____by_madmeg525.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>mi'e foame...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>As vrea crema de vise si suc de dorinte...dar cat de mult as manca,nu's satula...si tot as mai vrea.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sufletul mi'e-nfometat,de mult nu a mai mancat,iar acum o avalansa de idei ma cuprinde,si-ncep a deveni din ce in ce mai naiva si sa-mi amagesc sufletul cu gustul lor dulceag si acrisor ce se transforma treptat in venin.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Mai bine sa moara de foame,decat dezamagit cu fade sperante tocmite miseleste cu diavoli ce cumpara suflete.</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-13521532444901468762009-09-13T20:31:00.006+03:002010-01-22T21:06:01.878+02:00Destine furate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvz4vxVUV2Uxb9c2VAoGDm_a3kyaaK5C-0DJaJGRJDj-WIpFzGdXRhL0iyjZVnmpCJ3dkQlh5zO9xxEMD6NtMXcFNPvzlfDpOTLzOdWc19-TbL924H831tgJ35dyT-FWfnfbOCQYv_nb0/s1600-h/i138638829_30635_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381009128486166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvz4vxVUV2Uxb9c2VAoGDm_a3kyaaK5C-0DJaJGRJDj-WIpFzGdXRhL0iyjZVnmpCJ3dkQlh5zO9xxEMD6NtMXcFNPvzlfDpOTLzOdWc19-TbL924H831tgJ35dyT-FWfnfbOCQYv_nb0/s400/i138638829_30635_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>A trecut ceva timp,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>iar aerul inca mai miroase a flori de mar si salcam,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>ma opresc pentru o secunda,si-l simt.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Amintirile-mi incerc sa le sfaram.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Am ascunse-n suflet,bagaje de suferinta,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>de mult incerc cu gesturi incetinite</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>sa scap de ele.Dar nu am vointa...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Timpul ma omoara,ma striveste!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Moartea rapeste doar lucururile frumoase.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Memoria-mi cedeaza,imi sterge visele stinghere;</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Mai stii,pierduti in abis,fauream vise trufase,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>acum usor vlaga mi se stinge-n ale mintii unghere.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Acum e toamna.Totu-i decripit,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>am doar iluzii prafuite,sarace,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>esti doar o himera,pierduta-n infinit</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Ramai acolo,nu te mai intoarce.</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-9428827542188119842009-09-11T00:31:00.012+03:002009-09-27T22:50:25.387+03:00Ma plictisesc<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1QIaKXTKy8m_DijS-AAl6qO6fPSb5IeIEpnJ2X0TFNSgDOQ4zlXOzN28S2gZqtQeYW90PZKiiV_pWsSy8otpNGGGqH9hmAuYnXVnIa5G82_njAzLb_eKsQ5STMTVR-N038dgWgd6cm4b/s1600-h/i144081705_2747_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956106705083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1QIaKXTKy8m_DijS-AAl6qO6fPSb5IeIEpnJ2X0TFNSgDOQ4zlXOzN28S2gZqtQeYW90PZKiiV_pWsSy8otpNGGGqH9hmAuYnXVnIa5G82_njAzLb_eKsQ5STMTVR-N038dgWgd6cm4b/s320/i144081705_2747_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Ma plictiseeeeessssscccccc!!!<br />Iau un borcan de sclipici si incep sa improsc peste tot particulele colorate.Mmmm nu-mi place.Cu mopul cel nou a lu’ mami sterg totul.Gata.<br />Iau un borcanel cu cerate si incep sa colorez totul.Mmm prea copilaresc si in plus niciodata nu mi-au placut culorile cerate.<br />Stiu.CARIOCI:X:X:X…colorez…colorez…colorez….mmm groaznic.A iesit pe partea cealalta.<br />Gata mai bine fac un colaj cu toate nimicurile pe care le-am strans pana acum.Asa lipesc aici,acolo,a sa nu uit si chestia aia importanta de la buni si inca ceva mai original…incepe sa…sa fie din ce in ce mai oribil<br />M-am razgandit. Imi place asa cum e si nu o sa-l schimb , chiar daca multi in ultimul timp imi zic ca e nevoie de o schimbare.Mie imi place asa cum e si sunt in stare sa-mi asum orice responsabilitate pentru el.<br />Si acum zici:bine,bine omule dar despre ce e vorba???<br />R:COMPORTAMENTUL MEU</span> </strong><br /></span></span></span></div></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-72893078900518688802009-09-10T17:00:00.007+03:002010-01-22T21:07:41.743+02:00Flatand moartea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0t3stpiFg20e5AJxIHfg5YvfqV7cJfK-XPM018uwQxWUNi_eXni8e501KA_vfBhKcbMOL2WFCk3ESbusY1rFRKwnbLj6SPOlSDjCfoTmtSVhdvXzLEq6S4NyEUUvhoc4KEpv5X3SvY0z/s1600-h/2288.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841997629826802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0t3stpiFg20e5AJxIHfg5YvfqV7cJfK-XPM018uwQxWUNi_eXni8e501KA_vfBhKcbMOL2WFCk3ESbusY1rFRKwnbLj6SPOlSDjCfoTmtSVhdvXzLEq6S4NyEUUvhoc4KEpv5X3SvY0z/s320/2288.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XiqV82t62h77DNuGFUobSQnknW35Iz8YFukHZri43aUOUw60vQ2jotycAK7hTMBMIJekdtEf3U_OtZg5fIC14-RNbUtTMLsaDTVQhzeltQnSavhJ6zoQQ5fJlvDsYOSI3Cjo1F-FMXTb/s1600-h/2288.jpg"><span style="color:#666600;"></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>Dupa o copilarie furata<br />si o adolescenta ratata,<br />Nu vreau sa-mi mai doresc<br />ci doar sa<br />Visez,ca traiesc<br />Intr-o lume lucida.<br />Imi dorec doar unicitate<br />si sa-mi astept cuminte<br />sentinta la moarte.<br />Evei ii multumesc<br />pentru pacatul stramosesc<br />Facut…<br />De ce sa traim<br />o eternitate<br />cand in clipele de ananghie<br />toti flatam aceeasi dorinta</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>la moarte?</strong></span></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624512644693220090.post-45239412125668439642009-09-08T19:30:00.003+03:002009-09-08T19:34:12.898+03:00Joseph Murphy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFVfrC_oMdX6nVdwQEXSpZoYJTQItsEuDvKrdmDyFjySRu-MPRU8cirpSFj5jU55g7lv9oaAzKAopNnU1TugDkChGjlNu3Lq9h6V8vLVm1wslyMTSHmQitYFCnzX8PT-5InAYwCILL3SJ/s1600-h/Sick_And__Tired__by_CarmenLKY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135781421697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFVfrC_oMdX6nVdwQEXSpZoYJTQItsEuDvKrdmDyFjySRu-MPRU8cirpSFj5jU55g7lv9oaAzKAopNnU1TugDkChGjlNu3Lq9h6V8vLVm1wslyMTSHmQitYFCnzX8PT-5InAYwCILL3SJ/s400/Sick_And__Tired__by_CarmenLKY.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8g4y6PFfi0yplgpdVR6VptAt1ccXSFecBe6cRrAWVYzAoHkFdH41L5sFqnHbDD3cgz5Ll8LWnayN6J2KmeGcK7ZGdUE-PFp3jR9j9UmxU8uRXHxWGW63398drh3FzUv8ieMmWSWqqbvh/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Orice gand constituie o cauza,orice situatie reprezinata un efect.</strong></span></div></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018836878719213897noreply@blogger.com0