<?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-541278919718200278</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:15:10.174-08:00</updated><category term='de suflet'/><title type='text'>S.S.F.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-5120298587189468686</id><published>2009-11-13T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:18:24.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Sv2UxiVq9HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HH5aiYSaTCI/s1600-h/rugaciune1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Sv2UxiVq9HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HH5aiYSaTCI/s320/rugaciune1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403638706666665074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daca imi dai noroc… nu-mi lua bucuria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daca-mi dai putere… nu-mi lua ratiunea&lt;br /&gt;Daca-mi dai succes… nu-mi lua modestia&lt;br /&gt;Daca-mi dai umilinta… nu-mi lua demnitatea&lt;br /&gt;Ajuta-ma ca intotdeauna sa vad si reversul medaliei&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma lasa sa ii invinuiesc pe ceilalti pentru ca nu gandesc ca mine&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma sa ma iubesc… ca apoi sa pot iubi oamenii ca pe mine insumi&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma sa accept… ca sa nu pot judeca pe nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma lasa sa alunec in orgoliu… si nici in disperare&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-mi mereu ca esecul este experienta care ma intareste&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma ca in ciuda suferintei sa merg inainte… si ca in ciuda deceptiilor sa nu-mi pierd increderea&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma ca A IERTA este cel mai important lucru pentru cel puternic&lt;br /&gt;Si ca razbunarea este semnul primitiv al celui slab&lt;br /&gt;Daca imi dai incercari… lasa-mi speranta&lt;br /&gt;Daca imi iei succesul… intinde-mi mana Ta, ca sa ma pot ridica din nou&lt;br /&gt;..si da-mi claritatea de a invata din fiecare esec&lt;br /&gt;Daca eu as gresi cuiva da-mi puterea de a-mi cere iertare&lt;br /&gt;Daca cineva mi-ar gresi mie da-mi liniste prin care sa-l pot ierta&lt;br /&gt;Daca eu uit de TINE…TU sa nu uiti de mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURSA: ...de pe undeva de pe net. Mi-a placut prea mult ca sa nu o postez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-5120298587189468686?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5120298587189468686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=5120298587189468686' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5120298587189468686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5120298587189468686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/daca-imi-dai-noroc-nu-mi-lua-bucuria.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Sv2UxiVq9HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HH5aiYSaTCI/s72-c/rugaciune1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-2049887534498887785</id><published>2009-10-14T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:50:44.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De pe net...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StW7c46W_4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PDWpYP3bRVc/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StW7c46W_4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PDWpYP3bRVc/s320/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392422233833930626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare greu de crezut... dar te vei convinge ca avem de invatat pana si de la un caine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;Nu rata nici o ocazie sa te scoata cineva la plimbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Cand iesi la plimbare bucura-te si uita de toate...lasa vantul sa-ti alunge toate gandurile rele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Cand vin cunoscuti in vizita iesi vesel in intampinarea lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;Fa-i pe cei din jur sa stie cand ti-au invadat "teritoriul".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;Trage din cand in cand cate un pui de somn si intinde-ti bine oasele cand te trezesti dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;Daca dai de un prieten suparat, apropie-te tacut, stai linistit si arata-i ca-l iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;Nu musca daca poti rezolva doar cu un latrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;Oricat ai fi de suparat nu pune la inima si lasa sa-ti treaca repede. Cand iti trece supararea du-te repede si reinnoieste-ti prieteniile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;Cand esti fericit trage o raita si scutura-ti tot corpul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;Fi fericit cand ti se da atentie si lasa-i pe ceilalti sa te mangaie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Si cum nu prea se putea postare fara poza... m-am gandit sa-mi pun catelu'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-2049887534498887785?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2049887534498887785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=2049887534498887785' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2049887534498887785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2049887534498887785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/pe-net-gasita.html' title='De pe net...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StW7c46W_4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PDWpYP3bRVc/s72-c/DSC01584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-4267612247563145158</id><published>2009-10-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:40:13.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ar fi...</title><content type='html'>Daca ieri ar deveni azi?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ploaia ar deveni raze de soare?&lt;br /&gt;Daca plansul s-ar transforma intr-un zambet larg?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ura ar deveni iubire?&lt;br /&gt;Daca invidia s-ar fi transformat in acceptare?&lt;br /&gt;Daca despartirea ar fi devenit impacare?&lt;br /&gt;Daca supararea si tristetea ar deveni fericire?&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ar mai exista raul? Am sti ce e binele?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ora ar avea 61 de minute?&lt;br /&gt;…probabil am schimba lumea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-4267612247563145158?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4267612247563145158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=4267612247563145158' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4267612247563145158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4267612247563145158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/cum-ar-fi.html' title='Cum ar fi...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-9042939985692271447</id><published>2009-10-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:14:29.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StIAJoAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfXsxN5te8A/s1600-h/solar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StIAJoAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfXsxN5te8A/s320/solar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391371869273990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o luna... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;martie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o zi a saptamanii... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;duminica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o apa... as fi fost un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dimineata(unei zile de vara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o directie... eram in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;acceptare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;randunica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diamant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caldura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o emotie... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fericire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Only Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dulce - intepator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sentiment... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iubire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ochii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma... as fi fost un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar... as fi fost&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cuvant... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram animal... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;copac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare... as fi fost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi sunt om...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-9042939985692271447?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9042939985692271447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=9042939985692271447' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/9042939985692271447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/9042939985692271447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/daca.html' title='Daca...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/StIAJoAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfXsxN5te8A/s72-c/solar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-2193666476035996353</id><published>2009-10-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:58:17.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-ar placea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Ss5EU_OHCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uusv30zTEf0/s1600-h/092309130056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Ss5EU_OHCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uusv30zTEf0/s320/092309130056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390320931367750146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ca maine dimineata sa ma trezesc la munte. Intr-o camera racoroasa. Apoi sa imi beau cafeaua pe balcon bucurandu-ma de aerul rece de munte si de peisaj. Atat si nimic mai mult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-2193666476035996353?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2193666476035996353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=2193666476035996353' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2193666476035996353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2193666476035996353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-ar-placea.html' title='Mi-ar placea...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/Ss5EU_OHCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uusv30zTEf0/s72-c/092309130056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-670763746576243231</id><published>2009-10-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:36:26.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...si asta mi-a placut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater then any obstacle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-670763746576243231?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/670763746576243231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=670763746576243231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/670763746576243231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/670763746576243231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-asta-mi-placut.html' title='...si asta mi-a placut'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-8310467606177191508</id><published>2009-09-18T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:35:39.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj1KA7mApWM&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/xj1KA7mApWM&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-8310467606177191508?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8310467606177191508/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=8310467606177191508' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/8310467606177191508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/8310467606177191508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/special.html' title='Special...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-4731665700557370620</id><published>2009-09-07T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:35:46.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasit textu'...placut textu'...publicat textu'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SqU1TbUCoKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lCHAE7ebXgk/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SqU1TbUCoKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lCHAE7ebXgk/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378763937829527714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Personalitatea ta deschisa si prietenoasa este de o inestimabila valoare pentru prezentul si viitorul tau. Te va ajuta sa deschizi multe usi care raman adesea inchise pentru altii. Pastreaza acest dar si ramai loial dreptatii. Esti harnic si muncitor. Daca vei continua sa lupti pentru a-ti realiza obiectivele, determinarea ta iti va asigura succesul in viata. Fii tu insuti, fericit si improspatat mereu de micile bucurii ale vietii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-4731665700557370620?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4731665700557370620/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=4731665700557370620' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4731665700557370620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4731665700557370620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-gasit-textul-astapublicat-textul.html' title='Gasit textu&apos;...placut textu&apos;...publicat textu&apos;'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SqU1TbUCoKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lCHAE7ebXgk/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-3882896419536855407</id><published>2009-09-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:17:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare pentru DESTIN</title><content type='html'>Nu o sa te intreb “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;” pentru ca stiu ca iti urmezi cursul. Nici “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ce ai mai facut?&lt;/span&gt;” nu te voi intreba pentru ca eu iti stiu viata cel mai bine. Nu…nu o sa te intreb nimic. Ma gandesc doar sa te rog cate ceva. Pentru inceput te-as ruga sa-mi dai mai multa rabdare. Stiu ca in ultima perioada am dat dovada din ce in ce mai mult de acest lucru, dar, crede-ma, cand vad ce se intampla in jurul meu imi dau seama ca nu e de ajuns. Ce zici? Ai de unde sa-mi dai? (si intre noi fie vorba, cu siguranta ai de unde asta in conditiile in care rar mai vad pe cineva ca a primit acest “dar” ). Asa… ti-am cerut rabdare. Dar cuvantul “iubire” cum iti suna? Bate-ma cu iubire de toate felurile… loveste-ma cu iubire din toate partile…baga-mi iubire fortat daca ma vezi ca refuz. LAMURIT?( …sau… ?! ). Ce te-as mai putea ruga, dragul meu!?  Fa-ma mai rezistenta, mai increzatoare, mai puternica, mai toleranta… Mai pe scurt, fa ce stii tu mai bine cu mine. Am incredere deplina ca iti vei face “datoria” fata de mine in cel mai bun mod. &lt;br /&gt;Cam gata cu “ce vreau…cum vreau”. Acum permite-mi sa te felicit dragul meu. Da, stiu! Te intrebi pentru ce anume.PENTRU CA TI-AI REVENIT – asta e raspunsul. Cum adica din ce sa-ti revii? Ei bine, daca iti “scriam” acum 5-6 luni in urma probabil “scrisoarea” mea era putin mai intepatoare. Trebuie sa recunosti si tu ca acum ceva vreme te-ai cam ametit. Ce zic eu? Ametit?! Nu! Te-ai imbatat de-a binelea si, vorba aia, “mergeai pe 3 carari”. Am incercat sa te duc la cea mai renumita clinica de dezalcoolizare, dar nimic. Tu “NU!” si “NU!”. Am vazut ca nu merge asa…am zis sa te iau cu incetisoru’. Ti-am facut o intreaga filosofie, dar nu – erai setat pe “NU” si gata. Ma gandeam sa cedez in fata refuzului tau, dar asta inseamna sa renunt… iar eu nu renunt niciodata! (asta tot intre noi fie vorba). Asa ca pana la urma, cea mai buna decizie pe care am gasit-o a fost sa te las sa iti vezi de drumul tau cand mai linistit… cand foarte agitat. Dar stii ce a fost interesant si de ce te-am lasat sa iti vezi de drum? Pentru ca drumul tau se suprapunea perfect peste al meu… sau invers… si aveam incredere ca ma vei duce intr-un loc “bun”. Si cum drumurile mai au si bariere, ne-am oprit amandoi. Eram fericita pentru ca in sfarsit puteam sa iti vorbesc. Norocul meu a fost ca m-ai ascultat ca m-ai inteles. Si te-am inteles si eu. De atunci merg in bratele tale cu toata increderea. Cateodata poate mi se va parea ca ma scapi, dar, crede-ma, nu-mi va fi frica pentru ca sunt sigura ca vei fi acolo, ma vei lua frumos de mana, apoi mai vei tine iar in brate si vom merge impreuna razand, vazandu-ne de cararuia noastra. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SI NU-MI VA FI FRICA!&lt;br /&gt;NE ASTEAPTA UN DRUM LUNG IMPREUNA, DRAGUL MEU DESTIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-3882896419536855407?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3882896419536855407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=3882896419536855407' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/3882896419536855407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/3882896419536855407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-scrisoare.html' title='Scrisoare pentru DESTIN'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-6515314823757208759</id><published>2009-08-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:21:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea tare...</title><content type='html'>Dupa ce privesti atent filmuletul uita-te in alta parte si vei fi surprins de ceea ce vezi....si nu...nu e unul din filmele alea cu "Buuuhahahahahha" la sfarsit...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-_NneB5fmY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&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/l-_NneB5fmY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&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/541278919718200278-6515314823757208759?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6515314823757208759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=6515314823757208759' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6515314823757208759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6515314823757208759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/prea-tare.html' title='Prea tare...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-756798198555936901</id><published>2009-08-22T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:29:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multumesc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/So_hrjFKT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3eyuTeFJllM/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/So_hrjFKT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3eyuTeFJllM/s320/thanks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372761018743803842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista momente in viata in care simti nevoia sa spui multumesc. Astazi as dori sa...&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc "lu' mam' "  pentru ca de la ea am invatat ce inseamna sa fii o femeie puternica, ce inseamna sa fii un om bun, ce inseamna sa crezi cu adevarat in Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc "lu' tat' " de la care am invatat sa fiu puternica si precauta.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Oanei de la care am invatat cum sa fii o persoana finuta si ce inseamna "principiu"&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Madalinei de la care am invatat sa nu renunt.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Laurei de la care am invatat ca uneori sunt momente in care e mai bine sa nu spui nimic. Tot de la ea am invatat sa spun ceea ce imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Geaninei care ma face sa tin cu adevarat la o prietenie. De la ea am mai constientizat ca pot fi un bun ascultator.&lt;br /&gt;Le multumesc lui Rares si lui Catalin de la care am invatat ca lumea poate fi perversa.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui Cosmin de la care am invatat sa am rabdare si sa fiu calma. Tot de la el am invatat ca atunci cand mi se intampla un lucru frumos sa nu-l complic, ci sa-l las sa decurga de la sine.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui Costi care este mereu dispus sa imi dea un sfat atunci cand sunt intr-un impas. Tot de la el am invatat cum sa trec simplu si frumos prin viata si sa accept orice mi se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Irinei de la care am invatat sa tin un secret.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc "destinului" ca mi-a dat un moment dificil in viata care m-a schimbat enorm de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui Cezar ca mi-a oferit acea "dragoste la mare" de care toti ar trebui sa avem parte.&lt;br /&gt;Le multumesc tuturor celor care mi-au cerut ajutorul pentru ca m-au facut sa ma simt capabila.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui Casian de la care am invatat sa nu stau prea mult pe ganduri atunci cand imi doresc ceva.&lt;br /&gt;....si, bineinteles, le multumesc tuturor, care intr-un fel sau altul ma sprijina... sau ma suporta&lt;br /&gt;Insa, cea mai mare multumire i-o aduc lui Dumnezeu pentru toate experientele pe care le-am trait si pentru toate persoanele care au trecut si vor mai trece prin viata mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-756798198555936901?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/756798198555936901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=756798198555936901' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/756798198555936901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/756798198555936901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/multumesc.html' title='Multumesc'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/So_hrjFKT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3eyuTeFJllM/s72-c/thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-1802826432791139060</id><published>2009-08-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:26:35.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo...da!!!</title><content type='html'>Am deja 2 zile de cand fredonez melodia asta..."uuu chica cha ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Tmbu7T2Xso&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/0Tmbu7T2Xso&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;aa..uitasem de versuri...&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/boyzone/nomatterwhat.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt; le aveti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-1802826432791139060?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1802826432791139060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=1802826432791139060' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1802826432791139060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1802826432791139060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooda.html' title='Ooo...da!!!'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-2579265306607314264</id><published>2009-08-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:32:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca o melodie care place la mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBR6SvEIGbc&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/kBR6SvEIGbc&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;Si versurile le gasiti &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/breathless-lyrics-shayne-ward.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-2579265306607314264?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2579265306607314264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=2579265306607314264' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2579265306607314264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/2579265306607314264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/inca-o-melodie-care-place-la-mine.html' title='Inca o melodie care place la mine...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-1683018694166502432</id><published>2009-08-12T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:13:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inimi fara frumusete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SoKjx1nW_3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1qZLi95AK8Q/s1600-h/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SoKjx1nW_3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1qZLi95AK8Q/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369033782380134258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se povesteste ca intr-o zi, un tanar s-a oprit in centrul unui mare oras si a inceput sa le spuna trecatorilor ca are cea mai frumoasa inima din lume. Nu dupa mult timp, in jurul lui s-au strans o multime de oameni care ii admirau inima: era intr- adevar perfecta! Toti au cazut de acord ca era cea mai frumoasa inima pe care au vazut-o vreodata… Tanarul era foarte mandru de inima lui si nu contenea sa se laude singur cu ea. Deodata, de multime s-a apropiat un batranel. Cu glas linistit, el a rostit ca pentru sine:&lt;br /&gt;- Si totusi, perfectiunea inimii lui nu se compara cu frumusetea inimii mele!&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii au inceput sa-si intoarca privirile spre inima batranelului. Pana si tanarul a fost curios sa vada inima ce indraznea sa se compare cu inima lui. Era o inima puternica, ale carei batai ritmate se auzeau pana departe. Dar era plina de cicatrice, si erau locuri unde bucati din ea fusesera inlocuite cu altele care nu se potriveau chiar intru totul, liniile de unire dintre bucatile straine si inima batranului fiind sinuoase, chiar colturoase pe alocuri. Ba, mai mult, din loc in loc lipseau bucati intregi, lasand sa se vada rani larg deschise, inca sangerande.&lt;br /&gt;-Cum poate spune ca are o inima mai frumoasa? isi sopteau uimiti oamenii.&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ca glumesti, spuse tanarul dupa ce a examinat atent inima batranelului. Priveste la inima mea, este perfecta! Pe cand a ta este toata o rana, numai lacrimi si durere.&lt;br /&gt;- Da, a spus bland batranul. Inima ta arata perfect, dar nu mi-as schimba niciodata inima cu a ta. Vezi tu, fiecare cicatrice de pe inima mea reprezinta o persoana careia i-am daruit dragostea mea: rup o bucata din inima mea si i-o dau omului de langa mine, care adesea imi da in schimb, o bucata din inima lui, ce se potriveste in locul ramas gol in inima mea. Dar pentru ca bucatile nu sunt masurate la milimetru, raman margini colturoase, pe care eu le pretuiesc nespus de mult, deoarece imi amintesc de dragostea pe care am impartasit-o cu cel de langa mine. Uneori am daruit bucati din inima mea unor oameni care nu mi-au dat nimic in schimb, nici macar o bucatica din inima lor… Acestea sunt ranile deschise din inima mea, pentru ca a-i iubi pe cei din jurul tau implica intotdeauna un oarecare risc. Si desi aceste rani sangereaza inca si ma dor, ele imi amintesc de dragostea pe care o am pana si pentru acesti oameni. Cine stie, s-ar putea ca intr-o zi sa se-ntoarca la mine si sa-mi umple locurile goale cu bucati din inimile lor… Intelegi, acum, dragul meu, care este adevarata frumusete a inimii? a incheiat cu glas domol si zambet cald batranelul.&lt;br /&gt;Tanarul a ramas tacut deoparte, cu obrazul scaldat in lacrimi. S-a apropiat apoi timid de batran, a rupt o bucata din inima lui perfecta si i-a ntins-o cu maini tremurande. Batranul i-a primit bucata si a pus-o in inima lui. A rupt, apoi, o bucata din inima brazdata de cicatrice si i-a intins-o tanarului. Se potrivea, dar nu perfect, pentru ca marginile erau cam colturoase.&lt;br /&gt;Tanarul si-a privit inima, care nu mai era perfecta, dar care acum era mai frumoasa ca niciodata, fiindca in inima candva perfecta pulsa de-acum dragoste din inima batranului. Cei doi s-au imbratisat, si-au zambit si au pornit impreuna la drum.&lt;br /&gt;Cat de trist trebuie sa fie sa mergi pe calea vietii cu o inima intreaga in piept… O inima perfecta, dar lipsita de frumusete… Inima ta cum este? O poti imparti cu altii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-1683018694166502432?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1683018694166502432/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=1683018694166502432' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1683018694166502432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1683018694166502432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/inimi-fara-frumusete.html' title='Inimi fara frumusete'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SoKjx1nW_3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1qZLi95AK8Q/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-782150139788153127</id><published>2009-07-20T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T04:36:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia de azi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvYygjcMDdQ&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/PvYygjcMDdQ&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-782150139788153127?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/782150139788153127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=782150139788153127' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/782150139788153127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/782150139788153127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/melodia-de-azi.html' title='Melodia de azi...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-637199071354643337</id><published>2009-06-18T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:23:52.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjobA3e0wTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TGmmjDCN7hY/s1600-h/LOVERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjobA3e0wTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TGmmjDCN7hY/s320/LOVERS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348617209163071794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa plang&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa sper&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa iert&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa doresc&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa vad&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa ma ascund&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa pot&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa rad&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa stiu&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa ma indragostesc&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa alerg&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa aflu&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa sufar&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa pierd&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa indraznesc&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine veeau sa ador&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa visez&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa caut&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa tip&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa ma bucur&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa am curaj&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa gasesc&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa alint&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa respir&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa cresc&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa stau&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa ascult&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vreau sa iubesc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-637199071354643337?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/637199071354643337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=637199071354643337' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/637199071354643337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/637199071354643337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/cu-tine.html' title='Cu tine...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjobA3e0wTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TGmmjDCN7hY/s72-c/LOVERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-6266206226484120677</id><published>2009-06-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:40:06.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5hDWGMuH46Y&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/5hDWGMuH46Y&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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand te uiti atent la o frunza care cade…si o intelegi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e soarele care iti intra in ochi dimineata si te trezeste…si nu te superi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand te bucuri ca cerul e  senin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand esti singur si totusi te simti centrul universului…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e cand vezi doi batrani pe strada ca se tin de mana… si-ti doresti sa ajungi ca ei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e ziua in care ti-ai spus: “Azi sunt nebun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand vezi un fluture care zboara…si nimic nu il poate opri… si-ti doresti sa fii fluture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e cand te uiti la mare si te “ineci” cu aerul sarat…si o asculti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e cand poti sa visezi… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e cand simti ca  nimic nu te poate opri din zbor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e raspunsul la o intrebare veche…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand cineva vine la tine doar ca sa-ti aduca o inghetata…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand primesti intr-un mesaj “TE IUBESC” la ora 3 noaptea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e ziua cand mama incepe sa te trateze ca pe un adult…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt;  e cand vezi cu adevarat viata din jurul tau…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand poti sa te indragostesti de tot ce vezi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand iubesti ca un nebun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e cand simti ca traiesti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIRE&lt;/span&gt; e VIATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-6266206226484120677?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6266206226484120677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=6266206226484120677' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6266206226484120677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6266206226484120677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/fericire.html' title='Fericire...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-8418596362562342726</id><published>2009-06-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:27:30.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e foame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjAJHGtaO8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qJjreoSMJJ8/s1600-h/iubire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjAJHGtaO8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qJjreoSMJJ8/s320/iubire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345782775353588674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dori sa comand o portie mare de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iubire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;adevarata&lt;/span&gt;. Pe langa asta as dori o salata ceva mai speciala. Sper ca aveti ingredientele! Salata sa contina multa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;intelegere&lt;/span&gt;. Peste aceasta va rog sa adaugati &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;respect, romantism, pasiune, sinceritate, incredere, vise, dorinte, mici compromisuri constructive, multa acceptare si rabdare&lt;/span&gt;. Stiu ca de obicei aceasta salata contine si alte ingrediente care mie nu imi plac, asa ca va rog sa indepartati din reteta obisnuita &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;orgoliul, mandria, incapatanarea, lasitatea si minciunile&lt;/span&gt;.La desert as dori &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sarutari dulci&lt;/span&gt; cu crema de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imbratisari&lt;/span&gt; si cu topping de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alinturi&lt;/span&gt;. As mai avea o singura dorinta daca se poate. Toate acestea sa fie flambate cu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;multa nebunie&lt;/span&gt;. Cred ca am gasit si un nume pentru aceasta "mancare". Sa o numim simplu: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FERICIREA MEA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-8418596362562342726?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8418596362562342726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=8418596362562342726' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/8418596362562342726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/8418596362562342726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-e-foame.html' title='Mi-e foame...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SjAJHGtaO8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qJjreoSMJJ8/s72-c/iubire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-6639935542859706992</id><published>2009-06-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:32:08.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am invatat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SiwB8MbhtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LNDofabnvk0/s1600-h/3free-of-life-low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SiwB8MbhtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LNDofabnvk0/s320/3free-of-life-low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344648991422395618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca in viata inveti mereu...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca daca vrei sa primesti ceva trebuie sa oferi acelasi lucru la randul tau celuilalt...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca toti avem probleme...insa depinde de noi cum stim sa trecem peste ele...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca daca vrei ca un lucru sa iti iasa bine trebuie sa il tratezi in joaca...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa nu judec o persoana pentru faptele sale trecute...ci dupa calitatea sa umana...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dragostea se manifesta diferit...de la o persoana la alta...de la o varsta la alta...Insa tot dragoste ramane....&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dragostea nu este acelasi lucru cu iubirea...cu toate ca depind una de cealalta...Dragostea te schimba pe moment...insa iubirea te schimba pentru toata viata...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca in iubire nu au ce cauta orgoliile si egoismul...Nu exista reguli in iubire...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca iubirea nu o poti controla...nu o poti premedita...o traiesti pur si simplu...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca pentru a iubi este nevoie doar ca doua suflete potrivite sa se intalneasca...Asta pentru ca iubirea tine de un alt plan...de cel spiritual...nu neaparat de cel fizic...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca pentru a merge mai departe trebuie sa lasi trecutul si sa privesti in prezent, cel mult in viitor...Asta pentru ca te vei impiedica si nu vedea ce ai in fata daca ai privirea intoarsa...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca bucuriile cele mai mari se ascund in lucrurile marunte...Insa depinde de noi daca stim sa le vedem...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca daca cineva nu ma iubeste asa cum vreau...nu inseamna ca nu ma iubeste cu adevarat...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca singuratatea nu este o boala...Dumnezeu ne lasa cateodata singuri pentru a ne face sa ne gandim mai mult la propria noastra persoana...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca fiecare persoana pe care o intalnim...nu o cunoastem intamplator...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca destinul exista...insa alegerile le facem noi, oamenii...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca in viata lucrurile sunt atat de simple, insa noi le complicam...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, in calitate de adult am ce invata de la un copil...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca fiecare dintre noi a venit pe acest pamant cu un anumit scop...si ne intrebam mereu care e acela, insa abia la sfarsit ne dam seama ca scopul nostru a fost insasi viata noastra...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca daca avem incredere deplina in Dumnezeu putem face lucruri nebanuite...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca in fata unei situatii grele putem rezista mult mai mult decat ne-am fi crezut in stare...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este important sa iti gasesti linistea interioara pentru a putea merge mai departe...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa accept tot ce mi se intampla fara sa ma intreb prea mult "DE CE?"...se intampla pentru ca CINEVA a hotarat asta...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, asa cum orice deal are si un coboras, si in viata, dupa o perioada grea vine intotdeauna una mult mai buna...&lt;br /&gt;AM INVATAT SA INVAT DIN TOT CEEA CE MA INCONJOARA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-6639935542859706992?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6639935542859706992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=6639935542859706992' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6639935542859706992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6639935542859706992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-invatat.html' title='Am invatat...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SiwB8MbhtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LNDofabnvk0/s72-c/3free-of-life-low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-7282218682075686346</id><published>2009-01-26T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:40:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX4fqUMvdwI/AAAAAAAAACw/4B5XlAv0jVk/s1600-h/vise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX4fqUMvdwI/AAAAAAAAACw/4B5XlAv0jVk/s320/vise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295705023671400194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez, Iubesc, Indraznesc, Cred, Iert, Sper, Ador, Incerc, Doresc, Caut, Respir, Ma bucur, Plang, Zbor, Curaj, Putere, Ofer...Traiesc...si nu mi-e frica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-7282218682075686346?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7282218682075686346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=7282218682075686346' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/7282218682075686346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/7282218682075686346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-me.html' title='Being me...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX4fqUMvdwI/AAAAAAAAACw/4B5XlAv0jVk/s72-c/vise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-1565698327710451212</id><published>2009-01-26T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:22:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"De suflet" stuff...clar!</title><content type='html'>...so, enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vxtoica4leg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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femeie este oprita din trafic de un politist:&lt;br /&gt;Politistul: Buna ziua.&lt;br /&gt;Femeia: Buna ziua, ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;P: Ati depasit limita de viteza. Permisul dvs., va rog.&lt;br /&gt;F: Vi l-as da, numai ca nu am asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;P: Nu aveti?!&lt;br /&gt;F: L-am pierdut definitiv pentru conducere repetata in stare de ebrietate.&lt;br /&gt;P: Aha... Imi aratati va rog actele masinii?&lt;br /&gt;F: Nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;P: De ce?&lt;br /&gt;F: Am furat aceasta masina.&lt;br /&gt;P: Ce-ati facut?!&lt;br /&gt;F: Am furat masina si am ucis proprietarul.&lt;br /&gt;P: Poftim?!!!&lt;br /&gt;F: Daca nu ma credeti, cadavrul este in portbagaj... vreti sa il vedeti?&lt;br /&gt;In acest moment politistul se retrage incet spre masina sa si cere ajutoare prin radio.&lt;br /&gt;In 5 minute sosesc la fata locului alte 5 masini de politie.&lt;br /&gt;Un ofiter superior se apropie de masina femeii cu pistolul pregatit.&lt;br /&gt;Politistul 2: Doamna, va rog sa iesiti din masina!&lt;br /&gt;Femeia iese din automobil.&lt;br /&gt;F: S-a intamplat ceva, domnule?&lt;br /&gt;P2: Unul dintre colegii mei mi-a spus ca ati furat aceasta masina si ca ati ucis proprietarul.&lt;br /&gt;F: Am ucis proprietarul?&lt;br /&gt;P2: Da.Varog sa deschideti portbagajul.&lt;br /&gt;Femeia deschide portbagajul, care este gol...&lt;br /&gt;P2: Masina este a dvs., doamna?&lt;br /&gt;F: Da. Poftiti actele ei.&lt;br /&gt;Primul politist ramane perplex.&lt;br /&gt;P2: Unul dintre colegii mei sustine ca nu aveti nici permis.&lt;br /&gt;Femeia cauta in poseta, scoate un port-document si-l intinde politistului.&lt;br /&gt;Aceste il deschide si studiaza permisul, care este in regula.&lt;br /&gt;Tipul deja nu mai stie ce sa creada.&lt;br /&gt;P2: Multumesc, doamna... Vedeti, colegul meu mi-a spus ca nu aveti permis, ca ati furat masina si i-ati ucis proprietarul!&lt;br /&gt;F: Sunt convinsa ca mincinosul v-a spus si ca mergeam cu viteza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sursa: http://www.raduprisacaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-1855739566596214145?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1855739566596214145/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=1855739566596214145' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1855739566596214145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/1855739566596214145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/decinu-va-puneti-cu-noi.html' title='Deci...nu va puneti cu noi!'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-5472630351496719613</id><published>2009-01-20T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:00:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrem chiar asa mult?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ei..hai razi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUGACIUNEA UNEI FEMEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, acuma, înainte de a merge la culcare, mă rog cu multa credinţă, sa-mi dăruieşti un barbat care sa nu fie urat, sa fie inteligent, drăgăstos, puternic, supus si drăguţ. &lt;br /&gt;Deasemeni sa fie compozitor, poet si cu mult umor, din acela pe care eu il înţeleg.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i placa familia si prietenii mei, si nu fotbalul.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu sforăie si sa urineze aşezat, fără sa stropească prin baie.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu mă facă sa aştept atunci când spune ca va chema.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ajungă la timp acasă, fără sa miroasa a săpun necunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ştiu mereu unde este, mai puţin când îmi cumpăra flori si cadouri, sau sa-mi facă serenade.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi dea 3 ore sa mă aranjez atunci când spune ca vom ieşi, sa leşine de emoţie când mă vede, sa danseze mai bine decăt Fred Astaire. &lt;br /&gt;Sa aibe un servici foarte bine remunerat.&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie generos si când cheltuiesc banii sa nu se supere.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ştie sa gătească si sa-i placa sa ajute la treburile casei.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i placa sa rămână ore întregi ascultându-ma.&lt;br /&gt;Sa gândească înainte de a vorbi si sa spună adevărul, numai adevărul si nimic altceva decăt adevărul. &lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi tragă scaunul când mă aşez la masa, sa-mi deschidă portiera la maşină si sa ştie sa-mi facă masaj pe spate.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mă vadă slaba mereu, mereu. &lt;br /&gt;Sa facem dragoste pana când rămâne "moarta".&lt;br /&gt;Sa înţeleagă durerile mele de cap si sa-mi aducă micul dejun la pat.&lt;br /&gt;Aaa!!! Da-mi Doamne un barbat fidel, drăgăstos, care sa mă iubească cu respect si cu pasiune, pentru mine si nu pentru mărimea sânilor mei. &lt;br /&gt;Sa nu aibă ochi pentru nici o alta femeie si sa-mi spună mereu ce frumoasa mă vede si ce noroc a avut sa mă întâlnească. &lt;br /&gt;Te rog Doamne, da-mi barbatul care mă va iubi pana la moarte !&lt;br /&gt;A M I N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUGĂCIUNEAUNUI BARBAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, te rog, dăruieşte-mi o blonda, surdo-muta si nimfomana, cu nişte ţâţe enorme, sa fie stăpâna unui distribuitor naţional de bere si sa aibă o casa pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A M I N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sursa: http://www.raduprisacaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-5472630351496719613?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5472630351496719613/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=5472630351496719613' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5472630351496719613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5472630351496719613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/vrem-chiar-asa-mult.html' title='Vrem chiar asa mult?'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-4635637434494742062</id><published>2009-01-20T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:58:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Din categoria... " HAI SMILE, MA! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SXYT9hBoofI/AAAAAAAAABw/2VOyOKsxLBI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SXYT9hBoofI/AAAAAAAAABw/2VOyOKsxLBI/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440359578771954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: Eu comand o pizza. Vrei si tu ceva? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu. &lt;br /&gt;El: Ok. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: ... sau poate... &lt;br /&gt;El: Ei, ce anume? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu stiu. &lt;br /&gt;El: Nu stii daca vrei ceva? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu. &lt;br /&gt;El: Ti-e foame? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu stiu, poate putin. &lt;br /&gt;El: Ce inseamna poate putin? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Inseamna ca nu sunt sigura. &lt;br /&gt;El: Mie cand mi-e foame, eu stiu. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Poate o sa-mi fie foame mai incolo. &lt;br /&gt;El: Deci iti comand si tie una. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Si daca totusi nici mai tarziu nu vreau... &lt;br /&gt;El: Atunci n-o mananci. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Asta ar fi risipa... &lt;br /&gt;El: Atunci o mananci maine . &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Si daca maine nu am pofta de pizza? &lt;br /&gt;El: Pizza poti sa mananci oricand. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Eu nu. &lt;br /&gt;El: Atunci alege altceva. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Dar nu vreau nimic altceva. &lt;br /&gt;El: Deci pizza. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu. &lt;br /&gt;El: Deci nimic. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Ba da. &lt;br /&gt;El: Cred ca innebunesc. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: De ce nu-ti comanzi tu ceva... &lt;br /&gt;El: Cum crezi. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Dar ia pizza cu sunca. &lt;br /&gt;El: Dar nu-mi place sunca. &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Mie da. &lt;br /&gt;El: Credeam ca trebuie sa-mi comand MIE ceva... &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Pai asa si faci. &lt;br /&gt;El: Si atunci de ce cu sunca? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: In cazul in care mi se face si mie pofta... &lt;br /&gt;El: Si? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Crezi ca vreau sa mananc ceva ce nu-mi place? &lt;br /&gt;El: Cum adica tu? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: De ce nu? &lt;br /&gt;El: Stai un pic: Eu sa-mi comand MIE ceva, ce TU o sa mananci, in &lt;br /&gt;cazul in care eventual o sa ti se faca foame??? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Exact. &lt;br /&gt;El: Si eu ce-o sa mananc? &lt;br /&gt;Ea: Pai poate nici n-o sa-mi fie foame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sursa: http://www.raduprisacaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-4635637434494742062?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4635637434494742062/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=4635637434494742062' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4635637434494742062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4635637434494742062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/din-categoria-hai-smile-ma.html' title='Din categoria... &quot; HAI SMILE, MA! &quot;'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SXYT9hBoofI/AAAAAAAAABw/2VOyOKsxLBI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-5257415007073168782</id><published>2009-01-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:02:07.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce iarna am avut...</title><content type='html'>...si inca nu s-a terminat!!!Enjoy the movie.Un program mai calitativ pentru facut filmulete nu am avut, asa ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5257415007073168782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=5257415007073168782' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5257415007073168782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5257415007073168782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/ce-iarna-am-avut.html' title='Ce iarna am avut...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-6314247838084460706</id><published>2009-01-12T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:59:50.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost odata...</title><content type='html'>Merita ascultat/vizionat...A FOST ODATA - MIHAI MARGINEANU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32DTPcZcIA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/32DTPcZcIA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/541278919718200278-6314247838084460706?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6314247838084460706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=6314247838084460706' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6314247838084460706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6314247838084460706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/fost-odata.html' title='A fost odata...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-3425739831905651475</id><published>2008-12-18T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:57:32.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUqqGdYmVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MXATxdCXU1E/s1600-h/10web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUqqGdYmVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MXATxdCXU1E/s320/10web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281220540989068674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am citit scrisorica asta, pentru prima data acum 5 ani si mi-a ramas in suflet de atunci. Sper sa va placa si sa va atinga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"  M-am uitat la tine in timp ce te-ai trezit in aceasta dimineata. Asteptam sa-mi spui 2-3 vorbe, multumindu-mi pentru cele ce ti s-au intamplat, cerandu-Mi parerea pentru cele ce urma sa le faci azi.&lt;br /&gt;  Am observat ca erai mult prea ocupat ca sa-ti cauti haine potrivite ca sa mergi la serviciu. Speram sa gaseshti cateva clipe sa-Mi spui: " Buna dimineata!"...&lt;br /&gt;  Pentru a vedea ca iti sunt alaturi, am facut si astazi, pentru tine, cerul in culori si cant de pasari. N-ai observat nici atunci prezenta Mea.&lt;br /&gt;  Te-am privit plecand grabit spre serviciu. Am asteptat. Presupun ca, fiind atat de ocupat, nu ai avut timp nici acum sa-Mi spui doua vorbe.&lt;br /&gt;  Cand te intorceai de la munca, ti-am vazut oboseala si ti-am trimis o ploaie marunta care sa te invioreze. Am crezut ca poate asa iti vei aduce aminte de Mine.     Dar tu te-ai suparat. Doream atat de mult sa-Mi vorbesti! Oricum, ziua era inca lunga.&lt;br /&gt;  Apoi ai inchis televizorul.&lt;br /&gt;  Ai cinat cu ai tai si tot nu ti-ai adus aminte de Mine.&lt;br /&gt;  Vazandu-te atat de obosit, am inteles tacerea ta si am stins splendoarea cerului ca sa te poti odihni, dar nu te-am lasat in bezna. Am gasit pentru tine o multime de stele si ingeri.&lt;br /&gt;  Era frumos...pacat ca n-ai observat. Dar nu conteaza!&lt;br /&gt;  Poate chiar nu ti-ai dat seama ca eu sunt aici pentru tine. Am mai multa rabdare decat poti tu sa-ti imaginezi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;  Vreau sa ti-o arat pentru ca si tu, la randul tau, sa o daruiesti celor din jurul tau.&lt;br /&gt;  Te iubesc atat de mult incat te voi astepta!&lt;br /&gt;  Acum esti pe punctul de a te trezi din nou. Nu-Mi ramane decat sa te iubesc si sa sper ca, macar azi, Imi vei oferi putin timp.&lt;br /&gt;  Iti urez o zi buna! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Al tau Tata, Dumnezeu.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-3425739831905651475?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3425739831905651475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=3425739831905651475' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/3425739831905651475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/3425739831905651475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrisoare_18.html' title='Scrisoare...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUqqGdYmVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MXATxdCXU1E/s72-c/10web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-4864879351615749804</id><published>2008-12-16T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:34:45.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ce ai facut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUd2Kmk1leI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jf7Bc-c_jQU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUd2Kmk1leI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jf7Bc-c_jQU/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280319012641019362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca din acest an au mai ramas doar cateva zile, ar trebui sa ne faca sa inventariem propriile activitati din ultimele 12 luni. Ar trebui sa ne intrebam "ce am adaugat bun la propria noastra persoana?"...sa ne intrebam daca anul acesta am iubit cu adevarat? (si ar fi pacat daca raspunsul ar fi "NU"...e pacat sa treaca o zi fara sa oferi iubire, dar mai ales un an). Am avut anul acesta curajul de a renunta, macar o data, la acel orgoliu prostesc si sa spunem din tot sufletul "Iarta-ma!" cuiva caruia i-am gresit?...Am invatat sa iertam cu sufletul atunci cand ni s-a cerut?(stiu ca numai Dumnezeu poate ierta, dar ma refer la o iertare atat cat ne sta noua in putere). Daca esti barbat, ai daruit anul acesta macar o floare unei femei fara nici o ocazie speciala? (grabeste-te...inca mai ai timp!). Intr-un cuvant: Cele 12 luni care sunt pe cale sa ia sfarsit, au reusit sa ne faca un oameni mai buni?... ca pana la urma asta e ideea vietii, nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-4864879351615749804?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4864879351615749804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=4864879351615749804' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4864879351615749804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4864879351615749804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-ce-ai-facut.html' title='Tu ce ai facut?'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SUd2Kmk1leI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jf7Bc-c_jQU/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-5229161881919252073</id><published>2008-12-06T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:25:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa incercam si altceva...</title><content type='html'>E aproape ora 12 noaptea. Nu e orice noapte...e noaptea in care vine Mos Nicolae. Ador sarbatorile de iarna... le iubesc din tot sufletul. Le traiesc cu tot sufletul. Norocul meu a fost si este ca fac parte dintr-o familie in care se pastreaza cu sfintenie aceste sarbatori. Se traiesc cu multa iubire...cu multe emotii. De cand ma stiu, in fiecare dimineata de Craciun ne trezim cu totii si ne apucam sa desfacem cadourile cu aceeasi emotie ca de copil...si suntem fericiti indiferent ce primim. Doresc tuturor sa simta ceea ce simtim noi in acele momente. Ne bucuram din plin pentru ca pentru noi, din fericire, Mos Craciun chiar exista. A crede in existenta lui inseamna sa simti, macar pentru cateva minute, ca pe acest pamant exista numai lucruri benefice...numai iubire reala. A crede in Mos Craciun inseamna a simti cum ceva divin iti invaluie toata fiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intriga cand aud si vad ca unele persoane din jurul meu habar nu au cum sa petreaca cu adeverat aceste sarbatori. Pentru ei sarbatorile de iarna sunt doar alte ocazii de a mai bea impreuna cu prietenii sau de a se distra prin nu stiu care club fitos. Dar haideti, totusi, sa facem un minim de efort si sa schimbam, de fapt sa readucem la normal, adevarata insemnatate a acestor zile. De baut si de dansat prin cluburi puteti sa le faceti in oricare alta zi din an. In schimb, Craciunul e o singura data pe an...doar o data si atat! Oare chiar nu se merita sa ne desprindem un pic de toata nebunia asta cotidiana? Oare chiar nu se merita ca in acele zile sa stai ceva mai mult cu familia? Credeti-ma ca se merita si nimic din lumea asta nu se compara cu ceea ce poti simti in acele momente.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb, totusi, cei care peste cativa ani vor avea copii, vor stii oare sa ii faca sa traiasca cu adevarat bucuria Craciunului? Bucuria asta sa stiti ca nu sta in cele mai scumpe cadouri aruncate la intamplare sub un brad (daca exista si ala in casa!). Le puteti oferi orice, fie ceva scump sau mai putin scump, insa felul cum il veti face sa se simta cand primeste acel cadou depinde doar de voi. Dar pentru asta este nevoie ca voi sa cunoasteti si sa invatati sa traiti Craciunul pentru a putea da mai departe aceasta bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-mi ramane de facut este sa va doresc sa aveti sarbatori cu adevarat fericite, cu speranta ca macar unul dintre cei care cititi acest blog va pune in practica ceea ce am aberat eu aici.&lt;br /&gt;PS: E deja ora 1 noaptea! Ma duc sa ma transform pentru cateva minute in Mos Nicolae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-5229161881919252073?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5229161881919252073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=5229161881919252073' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5229161881919252073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5229161881919252073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-aproape-ora-12-noaptea.html' title='Sa incercam si altceva...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-767446736986392279</id><published>2008-11-14T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:27:38.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Din suflet....cica</title><content type='html'>Aceasta scrisoare e pentru tine… DA! Pentru tine, barbate perfect. Pentru tine, barbatul  cu viziunile perfecte despre viata….barbatul care pune sentimentele pe primul loc…barbatul care incearca sa inteleaga lumea…intr-un cuvant - “barbatul fatal”. Hmmm… nu-i asa ca esti sigur ca m-ai vrajit? Nu-i asa ca ”inima ta” inca crede ca sunt “the most special girl” din viata ta?Nu-i asa ca si tu te simti special pentru mine?(imi permit sa dau eu raspunsul in locul tau: “DA!CEL MAI SPECIAL!”). Ei bine, am o surpriza pentru tine, barbate fatal: nu ai fost si nici nu vei fi vreodata special pentru mine asa cum crezi.Nu esti decat “another bull shit”…si sunt cat se poate de draguta cand iti zic asa.&lt;br /&gt;Te instiitez, stimate barbat (“stimat”…pentru ca te respect doar pentru simplul fapt ca Dumnezeu te-a dat pe acest pamant…si atat) ca toti putem juca teatru fata de ceilalti cu atat mai mult atunci cand avem si un scop precis. DA! Si eu pot juca teatru mai ales fata de tine.Nu-ti prea vine sa crezi ceea ce iti zic, nu? Oricum, ar trebui sa imi multumesti ca te-am facut sa te simti bine…special…deosebit…si…tu stii mai bine cum te-ai simtit…eu eram mult prea ocupata sa-mi gasesc urmatoarea replica mortala incat sa iti mai dau atentie. Te bucurai ca fraierul in fata fiecarui cuvant frumos pe care ti-l aruncam drept momeala.&lt;br /&gt;Stii care a fost ghinionul tau? Ca mi-am dat seama din timp de vrajeala ta si ca am si eu un creier pe care DA!! mi-l folosesc mai des decat tine. Imi pare bine ca te-am cunoscut.Stii de ce?Pentru ca pe viitor sa stiu de ce oameni sa ma feresc! De ce imi mai pare bine ca te-am intalnit? Pentru ca ai fost un subiect de distractie maxima pentru mine si my girls. Doamne, cat ne-am mai distrat pe seama ta…pe ceea ce imi spuneai!&lt;br /&gt;Acum, cand citesti aceasta asa-zisa scrisoare probabil te si pregatesti sa imi dai un raspuns de genul: “Esti o fata cu multe frustrari… nefericita…neimplinita”. Ei bine, afla ca nu sunt frustrata, iar fericirea si implinirea reusesc sa mi le gasesc in tot ce ma inconjoara. (THANKS GOD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nu-i asa ca acum sunt cu adevarat speciala pentru tine? Hai, mai spune-mi o data ca sunt speciala… asa cum numai tu esti in stare sa o zici…cu acel zambet pervers care ma scarbeste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-767446736986392279?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/767446736986392279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=767446736986392279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/767446736986392279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/767446736986392279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/scrisoare-pentru-tine.html' title='Din suflet....cica'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-6164207695371700311</id><published>2008-11-12T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:24:05.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de suflet'/><title type='text'>Ceva de suflet...</title><content type='html'>Un filmulet pe care nu am vrut sa il tin numai pentru mine.Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssGTO73lVK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/ssGTO73lVK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/541278919718200278-6164207695371700311?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6164207695371700311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=6164207695371700311' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6164207695371700311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/6164207695371700311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/ceva-de-suflet_12.html' title='Ceva de suflet...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-5145060959343853713</id><published>2008-11-02T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:16:43.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De aş fi fost şi eu student...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Sunt în ultimul an de facultate, iar acest lucru îmi dă un sentiment de nelinişte...de panică. Abia acum când scriu realizez că o altă etapă din viaţa mea, ca şi din viaţa multora ca mine, este pe cale să ia sfârşit.Din păcate eu nu mă voi putea număra printre cei care vor avea mai târziu ceva de povestit despre studenţie.&lt;b face="arial"&gt;De ce?&lt;/b&gt; Pentru că nu am avut aşa ceva cu toate că, teoretic am fost studentă. Aceşti ani care trebuiau să fie printre cei mai frumoşi din viaţa mea s-au dus fără să ştiu să profit de ei. Mă gândesc mereu la câte lucruri aş fi putut face... lucruri care cu siguranţă ar fi dat culoare vieţii mele de zi cu zi. De obicei, nu îmi pare rău de nimic din ce am făcut (sau din ce nu am făcut) în trecut... însă, faptul că nu am ajuns şi eu să simt şi să trăiesc studenţia la maxim, mă face să îmi doresc din tot sufletul să dau timpul înapoi. Cât aş da să am puterea asta!!! Aş face atâtea lucruri care pentru unii pot părea lipsite de importanţă...Aş sta în cămin măcar pentru un an. Aş rămâne în weekend-uri, aici, în Iaşi pentru a merge la nebuniile studenţeşti cu dragii mei colegi. Mi-aş face prieteni buni în rândul colegilor de la facultate. Aş merge mult mai des la cursuri şi seminarii. M-as plimba prin Copou. M-aş înscrie la tot felul de cursuri. M-aş implica în tot felul de activităţi constructive. Aş cunoaşte mult mai multe persoane.Visez… şi, din păcate, trebuie să revin la realitate şi să accept că nu pot schimba nimic din trecut.Implicit apare întrebarea: “Bine, dar de ce nu ai făcut nimic ca să simţi studenţia?”. Sincer, nici eu nu ştiu de ce. Aşa că tot ce îmi rămane de zis este(fără a mă gândi prea mult şi fără a da prea multe detalii): “Aşa a fost să fie!”... şi punct!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; Tot ce ămi rămâne acum de făcut este să profit cât pot de mult de acest ultim an de studenţie…Sper să îmi iasă de data asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &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/541278919718200278-5145060959343853713?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5145060959343853713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=5145060959343853713' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5145060959343853713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/5145060959343853713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-fi-fost-i-eu-student.html' title='De aş fi fost şi eu student...'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541278919718200278.post-4089246174554520888</id><published>2008-10-14T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:14:57.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S de la Simplu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viata este Simpla...&lt;/span&gt;Nu!Sa nu vi se pare ciudat ca am scris asa ceva..Da!Este simpla viata!Mai simpla decat v-ati putea imagina. Problema este la noi, oamenii. Avem un "reflex" de a o complica...de a-i da uneori alte conotatii...mult prea complicate fata de realitate. Este foarte normal sa se intample asa...tine de natura noastra umana. Insa acest lucru il putem remedia daca dorim ca tot ce se intampla in jurul nostru sa nu ni se mai para atat de complicat si de neinteles.Pana nu demult mi se parea ca viata este atat de ciudata. Ca nu gaseam sensul in tot ceea ce ma inconjoara.Ca tot ce se invarte in jurul meu este mult prea complicat pentru a reusi sa inteleg.Ajunsesem in momentul in care viata ma speria.Dar astea au fost in mintea si sufletul meu pana intr-o zi.Pana intr-o zi in care, viata mea si lumea din jurul meu a capatat alt sens.(Nu..nu va ganditi ca m-am indragostit si din cauza euforiei pe care ti-o da dragostea am inceput sa vad lucurile asa cum le vad acum).Am inteles ca raspunsul la orice intrebare... la orice traire...trebuie gasit in originea noastra...in locul de unde a plecat totul.Intrebarea cea mai complicata pare a fi si cea mai simpla la o prima impresie:"De ce?".De multe ori ne intrebam "de ce sufar?"..."de ce tocmai mie mi s-a intamplat asta?"..."de ce am fost eu acela?", si lista poate continua.Pentru gasirea celui mai sincer si real raspuns am inteles ca trebuie sa dau timpul inapoi, pas cu pas, pana cand ajung la acea "origine" de care am amintit mai sus.Pur si simplu am inteles ca trebuie sa accept situatia asa cum este ea, complicata, pentru ca tocmai eu am facut-o asa.Aceasta modalitate de "privire" a unei probleme m-a invatat cum trebuie sa actionez pe viitor pentru a evita sa mai fiu pusa intr-o astfel de situatie nefavorabila mie.M-a invatat sa ma autocontrolez.Cu toate ca nu am studii in domeniul psihologiei, am inteles cum "functioneaza" oamenii...lumea. Am realizat ca omul este doar "un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simplu&lt;/span&gt; aparat insufletit" plin cu idei, ganduri,trairi,reactii care vin in urma modelarii suferite din exterior. Am inteles ca unele probleme sau situatii complicate trebuie tratate cu acea "joaca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simpla&lt;/span&gt; de copil" tocmai pentru a gasi o rezolvare serioasa...Si lista poate continua.Odata ce vei reusi sa vezi viata si problemele ei intr-un mod mai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simplu&lt;/span&gt; si daca vei reusi sa le tratezi ca atare, cu siguranta lumea inconjuratoare nu va mai parea atat de complicata si de neinteles.Daca mai sus am afirmat ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viata este simpla, &lt;/span&gt;asta nu inseamna ca ea trebuie tratata fara seriozitate.Din contra!Viata este cel mai serios "lucru" care ni s-a putut da vreodata si trebuie tratat ca atare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541278919718200278-4089246174554520888?l=sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4089246174554520888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541278919718200278&amp;postID=4089246174554520888' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4089246174554520888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541278919718200278/posts/default/4089246174554520888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentepeunblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-de-la-simplu.html' title='S de la Simplu'/><author><name>Pseudonimus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207743543598251460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKIG1xc1L4c/SX9uhl6aMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oettaXHHcV4/S220/pozablog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
