<?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-3523373984251892646</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:04:47.737-07:00</updated><category term='apus'/><title type='text'>Franturi din zambetul meu</title><subtitle type='html'>ZAMBETE.............
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in 8 ani nu am avut parte de nici macar o zgarietura si acum hopa, intra un taxi brusc in mine, lovitura pe la spate_(wow cum suna) . stateam pe loc, si deodata buuum , dureri de gat , claxoane , ploaie....cobor...in spetele meu un taxi cu capota rulata pe jumatate, si un sofer batran, cu ochelari gen fund de sifon cu lentile f groase care imi spune: hai mai domnisoara ca a dumneavoastra nu are nimic......eu cu gura mare, da nu ai auzit ma nene sa pastrezi distanta, unde te grabeai, ( avea o blonda in masina, caee ulterior a coborat, a trantit usa si dusa a fost).....cand ma uit la masina mea, surpriza,,,,,ii cazuse decat numarul.....nu mi-a venit sa cred ce masina rezistenta am.....in fine a urmat politie, 100 de persoane asteptand, un singur oficiu deschis, dau sa ii explic ca ma grabeam si vroiam sa plec si el imi spune: de unde sa stiu eu ca nu ai dat cu spatele si l-ai lovit pe bietul om.....:))&lt;br /&gt;a doua zi iar la politie ca s-a terminat programul si mie nu mi-a mai venit randul, imi spune nenea cu taxi ca tre sa mergem in alta parte, sa ies de la unirii ( unde stateam eu) sa urmez raul si la capat sa ma opresc,.....si o iau frumos pe cursul raului pana la eroilor, merg mai departe si cand ajung pe la regie sun.....si el imi spune....NUUUUU in partea opusa, pe Vitan Barzesti, tre sa te intorci si sa mergi 10 km inapoi.....ha ha ha sa mor de ras, dupa ce am facut 2 ore de la unirii la regie, bineinteles ca ma renuntat, in fond masina mea nu are nimic, numarul l-am pus la loc ...si ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aventuri de bucresti ...as avea f multe episoade dar nu am acum rabdare.....si nici putere....am lucar 22/7 timp de o luna, am stat in aglomeratie, agitatie, aseara am ajuns in sfarsit acasa, mi se pare putin pustiu si ciudat ca la semafor se asteapta doar un minut si ca atunci cand e verde cat de cat soferii isi tin banda lor, ca semnalizeaza, ca nu claxoneaza si nu se blocheaza intersectiile .....am ajuns acasa, o sa ma odihnesc si sa ma obisnuiesc cu faptul ca sunt sarbatorile de iarna, pt ca eu nu am simtit niciun spirit....de craciun sau altceva....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si uite cum mi se inchid ochisorii...si ce senzatie placuta, e liniste si nu mai claxoneaza nimeni.....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-6958157686271874892?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/6958157686271874892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=6958157686271874892' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/6958157686271874892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/6958157686271874892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/12/aventuri-de-bucuresti.html' title='aventuri de Bucuresti'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-730249404432296277</id><published>2008-12-07T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:15:50.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATENTIE LA CE ITI DORESTI...DEVINE REALITATE</title><content type='html'>Scriam acum douaa saptamani ca vreau o schimbare, am facut o plimbare singura noaptea si mi-am asezat gandurile.....&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi imi aducea o surpriza.....sambata dimineata am fost in aeroport sa astept persoana care fusese plecata timp de doua luni si cu care aveam o relatie de 9 luni....&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat..pentru ca atunci cand a plecaat am decis sa ne despartim, dar departarea ne-a apropiat oarecum si am dorit sa mai petrecem ceva timp impreuna...&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat dimineata devreme din orasul meu spre Bucuresti...si ajunsa in aeroport aflu ca avionul are intarziere 4 ore. pfuuu...Ploaie, ceata, eu singura in masina cu gandurile varza: ce caut eu in aeroport cand stiu ca aceasta relatie nu va avea finalitatea fericita? De ce ma intorc de fiecare data ? o melodie de la radio imi aduce aminte de el, de acela care e inca in gandurile mele, si stiu ca in cateva ore altcineva ma va imbratisa....lacrimile vin fara sa vreau...sentimentele isi spun cuvantul....oare eu mai stiu ce vreau?&lt;br /&gt;A urmat un weekend linistit , si impresia ca s-a schimbat, ca ar putea merge si ca in sfarsit si-a dat seama ce vrea cu adevarat....&lt;br /&gt;Dar cum orice minune dureaza 3 zile....nici aceasta intamplare nu a avut exceptie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timpul cat a fost plecat m-am angajat si prin urmare in doua saptamani ne-am mai vazut de doua ori cate o ora laa cafea pt ca eu nu mai am timpul pe care il aveam inainte...tot pentru a fi impreuna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si acum vine justificarea titlului.....calatoriile prin tara in interes de servivciu si ....no time for us&lt;br /&gt;aceste doua saptamani am dormit cate 3 ore pe noapte.&lt;br /&gt;sedinte peste sedinte, conferinte, deplasari.&lt;br /&gt;cate 600 de km facuti pe zi, hotel, Braila, Sibiu, Brasov, Plecat la Bucuresti la 4 dimineata pentru a ajunge la timp la locatie......intrare in Bucuresti la 7...ajunsa la Guvern la ora 8:30, Dumnezeule cum se circula pe aici....pe unde eu nici macar nu cunosc straazile, imi trebuie un GPS(ha ha ha) ..cu harta pe volan ...aventura prin Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum m-am stabilit pentru doua saptamaani in Bucuresti...la Unirii...&lt;br /&gt;un apartament cochet unde voi locui pana pe 20 decembrie......&lt;br /&gt;incep sa ma obosnuiesc cu ritmul asta alert si sper sa nu mai merg pe interzis:)) atunci cand gresesc o strada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am avut un weekend linistit si am dormit atat de mult cat am putut, si m-am relaxat&lt;br /&gt;de maine incepe nebunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am fost singura weekendul asta pentru ca nu a vrut sa vina sa stea cu mine, reprosuri ca lucrez 24 din 7, orgolii peste orgolii si ma intreb pentru ce mai accept aceasta situatie? de ce nu incercam sa intelegem inainte sa judecam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ieri viata mi l-a scos in cale pe El, acela la care mi-a ramas sufletul acum 3 ani....inca mai functioneaza telepatia.....am vorbit, ne-am amintit si mi-am dat seama ca atingerea lui inca mai doare si ca vibratia aceea inca mai exista din partea amandoura.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oare ce va vrea viata cu noi? a ales de multe ori in locul nostru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici eu nu mai stiu ce vreau!&lt;br /&gt;o sa ma canalizez pe munca si las timpul de data asta sa isi spuna cuvatul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa fiu pe aici prin preajma&lt;br /&gt;numai bine si succes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-730249404432296277?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-8606234836187179479</id><published>2008-11-21T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:56:55.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri de week-end</title><content type='html'>E vineri seara,&lt;br /&gt;Am terminat de citit blogul lui Rzavan ( un altfel de blog) si ma simt intr-un fel ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Pe de o parte mi-am dat seama ca nu sunt singura cu gargauni in cap, cu idei diferite de ale celorlalti, nu sunt singura care face poze soarelui atunci cand rasare sau apune, care inregistreaza sunetul valului si culege flori de camp, pentru a duce o bucatica de natura acasa....&lt;br /&gt;Plecasem de la faptul ca e vineri seara, si majoritatea si-au rezervat locuri prin pub-uri sau discoteci....mmm....eu ce am sa fac?&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi pacat sa imi murdaresc starea asta de spirit si gandurile pe care le am acum in locurile acelea, si stiu ce am sa fac.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa ma urc in masina( am pus ceva muzica de suflet pe mp3) si am sa ma duc sa imi risipresc gandurile in locurile mele de suflet, adica o sa conduc in deriva( dar constienta:P), o sa dau ture si o sa cant de una singura ce imi place mie, cu vocea asta groaznica pe care o am la cantat, dar o sa fie seara mea si am sa ma dezlantui...in ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasuflu usurata( de fapt oftez), pentru ca imi dau seama ca ce am scris mai sus nu m-a facut nici de data asta sa ma conving ca nu echiar ok, ca iar ma urc in masina  si ma plimb singura, ca volanul ala e ghidat de ganduri si ma duce in locuri pline de amintiri......dar degeaba m-as muta( am facut prostia) in alta pare, pt ca amintirile le port in suflet, dar nu vreau sa le pierd,.....merg sa le improspatez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa ca am plecat, daca ma vedeti la semafor cantand si dand din cap de una singura, eu sunt....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu sunt singura, sunt eu si gandurile mele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps..am inceput sa citesc blogul lui Meshuga( sex de cuvinte)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-8606234836187179479?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/8606234836187179479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=8606234836187179479' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8606234836187179479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8606234836187179479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/ganduri-de-week-end.html' title='ganduri de week-end'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-272921977009578008</id><published>2008-11-20T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:45:18.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECLARATIE DE DRAGOSTE</title><content type='html'>ca să te mint frumos,&lt;br /&gt;Uitând ce ne separă&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a, ferecat orgoliul&lt;br /&gt;Într-un scrin de ceară&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca să mă-nalţ cu tine în cetăţi solare&lt;br /&gt;Eu mi-am ascuns trecutul într-un adânc de mare&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tu să uiţi că veşnicia minte,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am prefăcut suspinul într-un abur fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Să pot săşi dau în dar un anotimp de stele&lt;br /&gt;Aş fi vândut pe-atunci şi umbra umbrei mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu n-ai venit,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu ştiu ce-am făcut&lt;br /&gt;Dar am pierdut perehea mea de suflet...&lt;br /&gt;Dar unde am greşit?&lt;br /&gt;Şi care dintre noi e cel minţit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai îmbrăcat în fori şi mi-ai dat alt nume&lt;br /&gt;dar eu m-a, dus spre-o ţară îndepărtată&lt;br /&gt;Hai să refacem drumul către NICIODATĂ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-272921977009578008?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/272921977009578008/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=272921977009578008' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/272921977009578008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/272921977009578008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/declaratie-de-dragoste.html' title='DECLARATIE DE DRAGOSTE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-2829622477407414901</id><published>2008-11-19T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:19:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NE-AM IUBIT, SAU DOAR MI S-A PĂRUT?</title><content type='html'>Să fie oare capăt de drum sau daor un zid mai înalt pe care trebuie să-l trec?... E mult prea solid să poată fi doborât cu privirea.....e prea înalt să-l pot sări din prima, va trebui să mă caţăr!&lt;br /&gt;     Nu mai ştiu nimic! Nici ce e cu mine, nici ce mai simt, nici ce mai vreau, nici ce mai am!Dar oare am avut vreodată ceva sau doar mi s-a părut?&lt;br /&gt;     Ce străin îmi e omul de lângă mine! Cum poate fi tot el, acela care îmi vorbea frumos, care era atent, care nu se mai sătura să mă privească? Cum poate fi tot el, acela alături de care am trăit cele mai frumoase clipe?&lt;br /&gt;    Ne-am iubit, sau doar mi s-a părut?&lt;br /&gt;    Strălucirea pe care a cunoscut-o în ochii mei când îl priveam, acea strălucire a dispărut şi n-a mai rămas nimic!&lt;br /&gt;     A rămas ceva bun şi pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;    Nu mai vreau frânturi de fercire, aburi de iubire...de fapt nici nu mai ştiu ce mai vreau---&lt;br /&gt;dar pe mine mă mai vrea cineva?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-2829622477407414901?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/2829622477407414901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=2829622477407414901' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2829622477407414901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2829622477407414901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/ne-am-iubit-sau-daor-mi-s-prut.html' title='NE-AM IUBIT, SAU DOAR MI S-A PĂRUT?'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-9183882141455482925</id><published>2008-11-19T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:42:43.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE DOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSPRfq0AcJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lsU8-MfFyIQ/s1600-h/hand-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSPRfq0AcJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lsU8-MfFyIQ/s320/hand-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270286330952183954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu eşti lângă mine să îmi vorbeşti din nou în şoapte&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mă vait, căci ştiu că tu eşti bine,&lt;br /&gt;Că poţi, măcar o clipă, să uiţi de tot de mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu eşti acolo în locul în care te-am lăsat&lt;br /&gt;Azi...când atât de dulce tu m-ai sărutat&lt;br /&gt;Dar n-ai putut să simţi cum doare&lt;br /&gt;Şi cea mai mică-mbrăţişare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta este soarta mea şi-am să mă rog pân' la sfârşit&lt;br /&gt;Căci am ştiut, sau poate nici nu m-am gândit&lt;br /&gt;Cum e să îţi doreşti când trebuie s-aştepţi&lt;br /&gt;Când tu mî ţii de mână şi nu ştii încotro te-ndrepţi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi culmea e că încă te iubesc...pe zi ce trece tot mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Lângă tine am atins tot ce-am visat şi n-am avut&lt;br /&gt;Şi te iubesc pentru zâmbetul tău, pentru privirea ta,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tot ce ănsemn eu cânt tu te ţii de mâna mea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-9183882141455482925?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/9183882141455482925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=9183882141455482925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/9183882141455482925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/9183882141455482925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-dor.html' title='DE DOR'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSPRfq0AcJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lsU8-MfFyIQ/s72-c/hand-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4822439081504463374</id><published>2008-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:14:36.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNICITATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSLb03dZMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3MB8EUqyNnU/s1600-h/OCHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSLb03dZMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3MB8EUqyNnU/s320/OCHI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270016215263818290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare e cum e&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu sunt cum sunt,&lt;br /&gt;Diferită de ziua de ieri&lt;br /&gt;Şi astăzi altfel ştiu să mă ascund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am acceaşi aromă din aer&lt;br /&gt;Săarată ca marea&lt;br /&gt;Dulce ca singurătatea din cer&lt;br /&gt;M-am regăsit cu nepăsarea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin dintr-o lume&lt;br /&gt;Unde e doar bine&lt;br /&gt;Albastră ca mine&lt;br /&gt;Curată ca tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt cum sunt&lt;br /&gt;Şi lumea e cum e&lt;br /&gt;Mă las purtată de vânt&lt;br /&gt;Vreau să mai primesc iubire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem noi&lt;br /&gt;Diferiţi de ieri&lt;br /&gt;Suntem amândoi&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai avem păreri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-4822439081504463374?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4822439081504463374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4822439081504463374' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4822439081504463374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4822439081504463374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/unicitate.html' title='UNICITATE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SSLb03dZMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3MB8EUqyNnU/s72-c/OCHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-6477521320761923657</id><published>2008-11-18T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:06:39.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAI E MULT PANA ACOLO?</title><content type='html'>Noaptea îmi strânge amintirile pe pernă şi îmi adună lacrimile în colţul ochiului. Mi-e frig, mi-e frig fără tine şi mi-e teamă.&lt;br /&gt;am luat viaţa în piept şi în loc să-i urmăm cursul normal, am ales să mergem paralel, tânjind unul după privirea celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;Deşi nu mai avem niciun punct de tangenţă, inimile au mai păstrat o legatură, o fundiţă firavă pe care orice adiere mai puternică o poate destrăma.&lt;br /&gt;Aceste drumuri paralele ale noastre mai au o şansă...o răscruce în care ne putem regăsi numai dacă mergem constant. Momentul decisiv va fi, dacă ajungem la răscruce amandoi în acelaşi timp. Tentaţiile apar mereu.......te poţi opri să priveşti în urmă, sau frumul poate fi greu şi atunci simţi nevoia sa te mai opreşti să te odihneşti...&lt;br /&gt;Orice greşeală ne poate costa fericirea, iubirea, viaţa şi toate visele spuse cu lacrimi în ochi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul depinde numai de noi, dar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NU intotdeauna&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare în momentul ăsta pe unde ai ajuns? Ai obosit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-6477521320761923657?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/6477521320761923657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=6477521320761923657' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/6477521320761923657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/6477521320761923657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/mai-e-mult-pana-acolo.html' title='MAI E MULT PANA ACOLO?'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-2623128596877133500</id><published>2008-11-18T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:55:56.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NU POT UITA DE MINE</title><content type='html'>Nu pot iubi iubi pe nimeni şi nici nu pot fi fericită dacă nu mă iubesc pe mine şi dacă nu mă gândesc întâi de toate la mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trăit până acum mulțumindu-le celorlalți...o greșeala mare care s-a transformat pentru mult timp in "ghidul de viață". să trăiesc pentru a-i mulţumi pe cei din jurul meu şi pentru a-i afce fericiţi. Şi la mine cine se gânde??? La ceea ce simţeam eu , în spatele veşnicului zâmbet cine se gândea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gândind şi trăind pentru alţii poţi ajunge la o mare criză de personalitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-a fost demonstrat că viaţa îţi dă ia lucruri, dar totodată îţi aduce altele noi, mult mai bune decât cele pe care le aveai(chiar dacă uneori nu vrem sa recunoastem asta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niciun motiv nu justifică lipsa dragostei de viaţă. Dar atunci când eşti atât de legat de cei din jurul tău, când depinzi emoţional de ei, când îi transformi în datoria vieţii tale, toate aceste dispar când îi pierzi sau te dezamăgesc şi te trezeşti singur pe lume fără scopuri precise în viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cel mai grav este sentimentul de vinovăţie care se amestecă cu o senzaţie de eşec!&lt;br /&gt;simţi ca s-a pierdut totul si ca nu ai fost suficient de bun şi că nu ai dat totul...când, de fapt, ţi-ai petrecut viaţa prin ochii lor, uitând de tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSŞ gandseste-te daca cel pentru care dai totul merita( nu mai specific ca ar trebui sa mai dea la randul sau macar un zambet de multumire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-2623128596877133500?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/2623128596877133500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=2623128596877133500' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2623128596877133500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2623128596877133500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/nu-pot-uita-de-mine.html' title='NU POT UITA DE MINE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-8499973154954811820</id><published>2008-11-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:45:11.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMUL SARUT</title><content type='html'>Primul sărut....Un moment prețios. Romantic. Fiecare il păstram in memorie.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu este la fel de frumos ceea ce vine după? ...aici este adevăratul merit al dragostei.&lt;br /&gt;Nu înseamnă numai a te lăsa dus de un moment de pasiune sau de romantism. Este lupa zilnică contra rutinei, este încercarea de a continua sa iubeşti chiar dacă totul conspiră pentru ca totul să se transforme în rutină.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;să simţi un moment de fericire e uşor şi frumos. să faci ca fiecare zi să aibăp un moment de fericire este mult mai dificil. Este o luptă zilnică, de a fugi de rutină, de monotonie, de a se accepta, de a depăşi momentul. Şi asta pentru a continua sa fim împreună fericiţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poveştile de dragoste nu sunt cele care se termină cu un sărut, ci cele care pornesc de la un sărut....însă, a ne accepta şi a ne iubi este o adevărată aventură.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-8499973154954811820?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/8499973154954811820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=8499973154954811820' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8499973154954811820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8499973154954811820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/primul-sarut.html' title='PRIMUL SARUT'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-5275581564308400557</id><published>2008-11-10T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:39:36.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SRioNr_rYgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/paAchdWky78/s1600-h/DSCF9127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SRioNr_rYgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/paAchdWky78/s320/DSCF9127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144717311369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost din nou acolo, in locul acela, acolo unde am fost atat de fericiti, in locul unde am sarbatorit, in locul in care ne-am hotarat ce vom face in urmatorii ani din viata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mai tii minte?....te mai gandesti macar la locul ala?&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te gandesti...si stiu ca simti de fiecare data cand eu ma gandesc....sau cand eu sunt acolo....&lt;br /&gt;De data asta m-am hotarat sa ajung acolo singura, sa arunc amintirile,dar nu s-au innecat....au iesit la suprafata si au stralucit si mai tare in bataia palida a soarelui, si pareau ca ard, dar se aprindeau, si norii pareau ca le acopera, dar le nuantau si mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am intors acasa ingandurata, convinsa ca nu te voi uita.....&lt;br /&gt;acum ma gandesc....m-am dus acolo ca sa uit sau ca sa retraiesc acele clipe?&lt;br /&gt;am vrut ca vantul sa spulbere amintirile sau sa iti simt atingerea pe obraz?&lt;br /&gt;speram sa te vad acolo?&lt;br /&gt;a fost apus...sau........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce crezi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-5275581564308400557?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/5275581564308400557/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=5275581564308400557' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-1626843821716488589</id><published>2008-11-06T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:23:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAINE CEL DE IERI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SRLvrJ2urvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bTZfv9guQgM/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SRLvrJ2urvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bTZfv9guQgM/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265534439008415474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacere trista si mareata&lt;br /&gt;Cu jale-n tine ma incui,&lt;br /&gt;Cum muntii se retrag in ceata&lt;br /&gt;Si sufletul in muntii lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa vorbim si maine, mi-ai soptit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si i-am asteptat&lt;br /&gt;Crezand ca ieri sa fie acel "maine"&lt;br /&gt;M-am inselat !&lt;br /&gt;Caci ai uitat de mine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar azi mi-ai aratat culoarea toamnei intarziate&lt;br /&gt;Si frigul parca nu mai vrea sa se arate.&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc pentru un zambet...&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd in amintiri si ma intorc in cantec.&lt;br /&gt;Tu n-ai sa pleci, vei fi aici cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu zambesc prin tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : am ales pentru tine cea mai frumoasa culoare a toamnei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-1626843821716488589?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/1626843821716488589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SRLvrJ2urvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bTZfv9guQgM/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4120022993309095436</id><published>2008-11-03T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:53:32.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESEMNARE</title><content type='html'>M-am resemnat,atât a fost să fie,&lt;br /&gt;Privesc cum toate pleacă-nspre apus,&lt;br /&gt;Aştept răspunsuri care n-or să vie&lt;br /&gt;La întrebări pe care nu le-am pus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Păstrează-mi gandul între ale tale&lt;br /&gt;Măcar aşa mai "suntem amandoi";&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu simtţim ce frig va fi pe lume...&lt;br /&gt;Şi ne-amintim c-am fost odată..."DOI"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-4120022993309095436?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4120022993309095436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4120022993309095436' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4120022993309095436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4120022993309095436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/resemnare_03.html' title='RESEMNARE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-2428858328980974208</id><published>2008-11-03T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:53:05.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MĂRTURISIRE</title><content type='html'>E prea puţin ce pot mărturisi&lt;br /&gt;Dac-ai fugi şi nu te-aş mai găsi.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca să afli totul nu e greu,&lt;br /&gt;Ascultă-mă cu sufletul mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Lăsându-mă să cred că nu mai vrei&lt;br /&gt;Să te desprinzi cumva din ochii mei...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-ai să-nţelegi cât frig s-ar întâmpla&lt;br /&gt;Dac-ai pleca şi nu te-aş mai afla...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-2428858328980974208?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/2428858328980974208/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=2428858328980974208' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2428858328980974208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2428858328980974208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/11/resemnare.html' title='MĂRTURISIRE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4652613411124316617</id><published>2008-10-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:27:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIRENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQtpt3aXvVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jVzhAd5HYBQ/s1600-h/a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQtpt3aXvVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jVzhAd5HYBQ/s320/a10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263416826202144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;rbind din visul nemuririi, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;uzia eternei fericiri, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;aman in neguri inclestate,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;tern de vise-ntunecate,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;u vreau decat o singura secunda de amor, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;color:red;"  lang="ES"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;ctor al vietii tale, ce ma sting de dor&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/3523373984251892646-4652613411124316617?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4652613411124316617/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4652613411124316617' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4652613411124316617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4652613411124316617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/sirena.html' title='SIRENA'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQtpt3aXvVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jVzhAd5HYBQ/s72-c/a10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-179267979969715610</id><published>2008-10-31T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:34:20.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMBALAJ SI CONTINUT</title><content type='html'>m-am intrebat de atatea ori de ce suntem atat de...mici nu gasesc cuvantul potrivit....am in minte ceea ce vreau dar mi-e teama ca n-am sa gasesc cel mai potrivit ambajal(cuvant) pentru gandul si imaginea pe care o am in minte....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pune pret pe fizic( ok, e frumos, e cel care atrage o privire sau ridica vreo spranceana) dar esenta este sub ambalaj, frumusetea fizica se poate pierde intr-o secunda si pun pariu ca atunci sufletul nu ar mai valora nimic pentru unii si altii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi s-a intamplat de multe ori sa intalnesc o persoana care nu mi se parea a avea nimic interesant sua placut sau frumos fizic, dar am discutat, i-am cunoscut gandurile, sufletul si pur si simplu nu am mai vazut fizicul neplacut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar cati sunt ca mine?&lt;br /&gt;de ce toti aleg tiparul iubitelor de pe coperat unei reviste a carei poza este prelucrata in Photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU CUM ESTI?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-179267979969715610?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/179267979969715610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=179267979969715610' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/179267979969715610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/179267979969715610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/ambalaj-si-continut.html' title='AMBALAJ SI CONTINUT'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4412367479982338470</id><published>2008-10-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:21:47.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GANDUL MEU</title><content type='html'>Mi-am asezat gandul pe umarul tau&lt;br /&gt;De ce, nu stiu nici eu...&lt;br /&gt;Si nu voi sti vreodata&lt;br /&gt;De am sa fiu chiar intrebata&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e in siguranta langa tine,&lt;br /&gt;Ca te gandesti si tu...din cand in cand...la mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-4412367479982338470?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4412367479982338470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4412367479982338470' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4412367479982338470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4412367479982338470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/gandul-meu.html' title='GANDUL MEU'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-2910787438536860397</id><published>2008-10-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:39:21.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE DORUL TAU</title><content type='html'>Tot dorul tau e aici,&lt;br /&gt;S-a cuibarit ca un arici&lt;br /&gt;La pieptul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi-e dor&lt;br /&gt;Sunt dor&lt;br /&gt;Din dorul tau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-2910787438536860397?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/2910787438536860397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=2910787438536860397' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2910787438536860397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/2910787438536860397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-dorul-tau.html' title='DE DORUL TAU'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-8354526296879508289</id><published>2008-10-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:10:46.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE DRAGUL TAU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De dragul t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;u m-am av&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;â&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ntat spre soare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i-am auzit chemarea ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i-a v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;â&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ntului suflare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nu m-am uitat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;î&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n urm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; nici o clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ci am sperat sa fiu mai fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;teptat prea mult s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; te g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sesc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i-acum mi-e greu s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-ti spun c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; te iubesc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O simt, dar parc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-mi este team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; n-ai s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; mai bagi apoi in seam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am mers prin v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;â&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nturi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i am trecut prin ploi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Doar ca s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; fim o clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;â&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ndoi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ţ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i simt c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ldura pe obrazul meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;î&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mi doresc s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; fie a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ş&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-8354526296879508289?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/8354526296879508289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=8354526296879508289' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8354526296879508289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8354526296879508289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-dragul-tau.html' title='DE DRAGUL TAU'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4654620424430275829</id><published>2008-10-30T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:14:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENTRU UN INGER</title><content type='html'>SE SPUNE CA INGERII NU SE ARATA&lt;br /&gt;CA NUMAI  EI NE POT VEDEA DE SUS&lt;br /&gt;DAR EU AM INTALNIT UNUL ODATA&lt;br /&gt;DAR A PLECAT SI NU  MI-A SPUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tot sperat c-o sa revină&lt;br /&gt;Si-o sa zburam spre infinit&lt;br /&gt;Dar ştiu ca eu am fost de vina&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu i-am spus ca l-am  iubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-atunci îl caut neîncetat&lt;br /&gt;In strălucirea stelelor  îndepărtate&lt;br /&gt;Ziua pe cerul înnorat&lt;br /&gt;Si-n fiecare vis din noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si  vreau sa ştie c-am făcut&lt;br /&gt;O pasiune pentru un înger&lt;br /&gt;Si l-am iubit cum l-am  văzut&lt;br /&gt;Dar a zburat zâmbind ….spre cer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-4654620424430275829?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4654620424430275829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4654620424430275829' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4654620424430275829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4654620424430275829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/pentru-un-inger.html' title='PENTRU UN INGER'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-2525490673130922203</id><published>2008-10-30T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:11:32.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCRURI MICI DE CEA MAI MARE IMPORTANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmvBytAInI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x8pNtX7eTYk/s1600-h/8dc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmvBytAInI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x8pNtX7eTYk/s320/8dc7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262930084884390514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oare cand ne vom face timp sa mai privim in jur?...lucruri atat de simple si de frumoase pe care nu le vedem...pentru ca vrem mai mult...sau pentru ca nu avem timp?&lt;br /&gt;sunt atat de multe lucruri frumoase...care sunt langa noi...le vedem...dar nu le observam...&lt;br /&gt;traim intr-o lume atat de frumoasa, dar pe care nu am invatat sa o vedem....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-2525490673130922203?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmvBytAInI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x8pNtX7eTYk/s72-c/8dc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-3103147624595027453</id><published>2008-10-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:12:25.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE CE SCRIU AICI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmrHK49ljI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zlv8jyFYUDI/s1600-h/felicidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmrHK49ljI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zlv8jyFYUDI/s320/felicidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262925779229840946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce m-am hotarat sa scriu blogul?&lt;br /&gt;cred ca de singuratate, pentru faptul ca am trecut prin multe, ca mi-am luat viata de la zero , cu prieteni noi si ganduri noi, ca am adunat atat de multa dragoste in mine, incat ma sufoca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa o eliberez cate putin aici.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as putea spune ca imi e dor de acele vremuri..in care...dar nu vreau sa ma mai gandesc, sa mai traiesc din amintiri, sa ma intorc de fiecare data la acele lucruri si in final sa ajung de unde am pornit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va fi o perioada grea, in care voi simti dor, voi simti teama, voi simti iubire, si nu voi avea cum sa le impartasesc, decat asa, catre mine si catre altii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intr-un moment de slabiciune, am decis sa plec departe si sa iau toate amintirile mele sa le ingrop acolo, ...sau ...sa le las aici, aici unde le-am trait, unde le-am faurit, unde mi-au ramas locuri dragi si oameni dragi,alei si banci din parc, cateva note muzicale si poate chiar mirosul care se simtea inca in aerul pe care il respiram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am vrut sa fug de toate astea&lt;br /&gt;si am facut-o&lt;br /&gt;am ajuns intr-un paradis ce promitea multe, m-am incarcat cu sperante si vise noi...&lt;br /&gt;am avut parte de dezamagire, si mi-am dat seama ca imi lipseau tocmai acele lucruri de care fugisem,...si mai ales de prieteni, de iesiri, de aleile din parc, de locurile alea sfinte mie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si oricate perspective as fi avut acolo, m-am intors,,,,,mi-am dat seama ca nu bogatiile sunt totul in viata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-am dat seama ca am nevoie de mangaieri, de o privire dimineata in zori de zi, de o mana pe obrazul meu atuci cand lacrima tremura sa-si faca loc printre gene...si ca nu "mediul oportun pentru a crea o familie si a creste un copil" alaturi de respect este totul...nu...cu asta nu se poate trai o viata, sau cel putin eu nu pot....pentru ca am incercat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am razbunat pe mine intr-un final, pentru ca am murit usor usor , de dragoste, de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am reintors , cu forte noi, si m-au intampinat brate deschise ale prietenilor adevarati dar totodata judecati gresite si priviri iscoditoare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si atunci am plans, si am suferit din nou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cineva imi spunea:" NU O SA VEZI NICIODATA PE NIMENI CA VA ARUNCA CU PIETRE INTR-UN POM FARA FRUCTE" si atunci am putut zambi.....dar nu pentru insemnatatea vorbelor ca sunt invidiata si ca au de ce sa vorbeasca, ci pentru faptul ca aceste vorbe au venit de la o persoana pe care nu o cunoasteam decat din povesti, un suflet care a fost langa mine neconditionat, si mi-a ridicat capul din pamant numai cu vorbe( MULTUMESC DUDU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-a asteptat Sister, dornica si nerabdatoare de iesiri neplanificate, Dumnezeule ce dor mi-a fost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tin minte inainte sa plec, anul trecut , cand am venit sa imi iua ramas bun, imbratisarea aia, care imi misca si acum sufletul. spuneam ca ne pare rau ca nu ne-am gasit mai devreme...Sis, NIMIC NU E INTAMPLATOR, eu ma bucur ca ne-am gasit atunci cand ambele aveam nevoie. am plecat atunci si mi s-a scurs o lacrima, dar am ascuns-o repede ( gandindu-ma ca BIG GIRLS DON"T CRY)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si m-a mai asteptat iubirea pe care o refuzasem inainte sa plec, o refuzasem pentru a nu-i face rau, gasind motive nefondate plecarii mele, am lasat lacrimi si semne de intrebare in urma mea, si desi am ramas cu sufletul la aceasta persoana, nu am mai avut curajul de a cere nimic.&lt;br /&gt;gandurile mi-au fost citite inca o data, si asa cum spunea " imi flutura un steag, pe care eu refuzam sa-l vad", am acceptat sa intarm din nou unul in viata celuilalt, (desi nu plecase niciun moment din viata mea), dar am gasit indoiala, distanta, flacara care arsese si abia mai scanteia, am gasit dorul nebun de a fi unul langa altul, am regasit poate orgolii care intr-un final ne-au indepartat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cu ce am ramas?&lt;br /&gt;din vechii prieteni mi-au mai ramas cat sa-i numar pe degetele de la o mana ( s-au cernut singuri)&lt;br /&gt;zilele astea prea putine sperante...si prea mult dor...prea multe lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar mi-am schimbat viata si am inceput, efectiv sa fac ceva pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACA MIE NU IMI PASA DE MINE, NIMANUI NU-I VA PASA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-3103147624595027453?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/3103147624595027453/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plangem mereu si nimeni nu ne ia in seama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca lacrimile noastre nu sunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decat…un adevar nerecunoscut de nimeni…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne aducem aminte din cand in cand de trecut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ne jucam cu vorbe frumoase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar uitam ca inevitabilul s-a produs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a trecut candva peste trupurile noastre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformandu-le in ceata si scrum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum… Atunci…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate niciodata nu vom stii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pastram cu sfintenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretele amintirilor noastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-7543261749875652074?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-7944862362032313952</id><published>2008-10-22T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:00:15.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECADERE</title><content type='html'>Incerc sa ma ridic si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cad din nou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa strig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu pot, dar am ecou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai pot plange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caci de fiecare data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in loc de lacrimi imi curge sange si ma doare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caci ochii au secat demult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce-au vazut, demult au uitat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au uitat sa uite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caci amintirile-s prea multe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe clipe de iubire transformate in durere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erau minuni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar soapte transformate in minciuni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau minciuni descoperite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca cel ce ma iubeste, ma cunoaste si simte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simte fiecare miscare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi cunoaste urmatorul pas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi cunoaste durerea din glas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa tip si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-7944862362032313952?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/7944862362032313952/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=7944862362032313952' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/7944862362032313952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/7944862362032313952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/recadere.html' title='RECADERE'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-5819846533245229780</id><published>2008-10-22T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:24:03.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cu cuvinte prin cuvinte de-a cuvintele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cum pun in cuvinte sentimentele mele? Scriu poezii!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E adevarat, cuvintele pot fi mari. Ele pot distruge sperante, pot acoperi mari adevaruri sau pot produce revelatii. In fata sentimentelor, cuvintele sunt insa neputincioase, mici, ridicole chiar. In dragoste, cuvintele pot avea multe efecte nedorite: pot face promisiuni fara acoperire, ar putea starni ecouri asurzitoare.&lt;/p&gt; Asa cum adevarata muzica nu are prea multe texte, tot cam asa si un sentiment adevarat este fara cuvinte. Il pot comunica pe alte doua cai: prin fapte si prin simboluri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unele femei invata sa citeasca in cafea, dar nu invata cum sa interpreteze faptele unui barbat. Unii barbati invata sa faca operatii pe cord deschis, dar nu invata sa asculte respiratia dintre vorbele unei femei. Poti intelege destul de usor de ce pleaca cineva pe neasteptate, de ce te ia peste picior asa de des, de ce se uita la omul langa care stai in timp ce vorbeste cu tine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Poti spune multe despre sentimentul tau punand sentiment in privirea pe care o oferi, facand un power point despre acea persoana, sau spunandu-i &lt;em&gt;La multi ani&lt;/em&gt; in ziua in care ti-a zambit prima oara. Or fi sentimentele de nespus, dar au in sinea lor niste aripi, pe care poti invata sa le desfaci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-5819846533245229780?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/5819846533245229780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=5819846533245229780' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/5819846533245229780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/5819846533245229780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;em&gt;e am si te mai vreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-1774844758326243339?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/1774844758326243339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=1774844758326243339' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/1774844758326243339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/1774844758326243339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pentru tine va muri.&lt;br /&gt;Am cautat cea mai indepartata mare,&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am scaldat in bai de soare,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu lipseai, vroiam sa ma atingi,&lt;br /&gt;Eram acolo singura... n-aveai cum sa ma strigi.&lt;br /&gt;Eram doar eu si marea... si vantul pe care sa-l ascult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-3980323200580854146?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/3980323200580854146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=3980323200580854146' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/3980323200580854146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/3980323200580854146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/mangaierea-palmierilor.html' title='MANGAIEREA PALMIERILOR'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-7176278541916753408</id><published>2008-10-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:08:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poate ca DA poate ca NU</title><content type='html'>Poate că da,&lt;br /&gt;Poate că nu,&lt;br /&gt;Poate că nici eu nu mai ştiu&lt;br /&gt;.........nici tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate că ea,&lt;br /&gt;Poate că mâine&lt;br /&gt;Poate că numai dragostea din mine,&lt;br /&gt;...........te vrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate că eu,&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate tu,&lt;br /&gt;Poate că nici nu mai ştiu cât e de greu&lt;br /&gt;.........să râd acu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate te cred,&lt;br /&gt;Poate refuz,&lt;br /&gt;Poate doar visul mă mai ţine trează,&lt;br /&gt;........dar e confuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate nu e&lt;br /&gt;Poate n-a fost&lt;br /&gt;Poate că niciodată nu începe&lt;br /&gt;.....fără rost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate mi-e dor&lt;br /&gt;Poate-i de bine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sigur , Nimic nu e întâmplător&lt;br /&gt;.....este iubire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca DA&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca NU..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-7176278541916753408?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-1550548050020332270</id><published>2008-10-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:35:05.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce te-ascunzi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce te-ascunzi intre ramuri de vise?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;de ce nu-ndraznesti sa apari?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;te temi c-am sa te ascund in suflet?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;stiu ca odata si-odata tot vei veni...eu te voi astepta&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;si n-am sa te retin mult&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;apoi poti sa pleci&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sa pleci si gandul sa-ti arda patruns de gandul meu&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sa fugi si noptile sa-ti fie tulburate de ritmul pulsului meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-8612376626540638325</id><published>2008-10-15T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:55:42.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SUNT AICI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPhaecLtcwI/AAAAAAAAABo/gtotezDguEQ/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPhaecLtcwI/AAAAAAAAABo/gtotezDguEQ/s320/DSC01675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258052043962938114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt aici , in locul meu dintotdeauna&lt;br /&gt;unde-am rămas cand ti-am făcut cu mâna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu esti acolo in locul in care te-am lasat&lt;br /&gt;azi...când atât de dulce tu m-ai sărutat&lt;br /&gt;dar nu ai putut să simţi cum doare&lt;br /&gt;şi cea mai mică-mbrăţişare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-8612376626540638325?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/8612376626540638325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=8612376626540638325' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8612376626540638325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/8612376626540638325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-sunt-aici.html' title='EU SUNT AICI...'/><author><name>SIRENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631586477792038218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SQmtWBWQxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/BVra8sE7gKc/S220/DSCF3294.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPhaecLtcwI/AAAAAAAAABo/gtotezDguEQ/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-3144854893558633182</id><published>2008-10-15T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:55:03.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAS DE PESCARUSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPhZ28YVGtI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mBddzEQwh8/s1600-h/eu+si+marea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPhZ28YVGtI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mBddzEQwh8/s320/eu+si+marea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258051365411035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rămân pe loc, privesc spre mare&lt;br /&gt;ascult a valului izbit chemare&lt;br /&gt;şi vreau să cred că-i vocea ta&lt;br /&gt;ce-mi tulbură din nou fiinţa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doar pescăruşii îmi răspund&lt;br /&gt;căci eu nu văd şi nu aud&lt;br /&gt;nimic din ce îţi aparţine,&lt;br /&gt;iubite, astăzi am uitat de tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credeam că totul se poate schimba&lt;br /&gt;nimic în calea noastra nu va sta&lt;br /&gt;dar am schimbat iubirea dintre noi&lt;br /&gt;şi azi am mai rămas dor eu din noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuri inspumate,&lt;br /&gt;Se pravalesc pe stanca,&lt;br /&gt;Si palmieri cu frunze lungi si late,&lt;br /&gt;Tristetea despartirii mi-o alunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cautat cea mai indepartata mare,&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am scaldat in bai de soare,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu lipseai, vroiam sa ma atingi,&lt;br /&gt;Eram acolo singura... n-aveai cum sa ma strigi.&lt;br /&gt;Eram doar eu si marea... si vantul pe care sa-l ascult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3523373984251892646-3144854893558633182?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/3144854893558633182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=3144854893558633182' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3523373984251892646.post-4201657459277951551</id><published>2008-10-15T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:23:09.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPRE MINE...GANDINDU-MA LA TINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZq3SxAx2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wB1O2jPVg7o/s1600-h/unu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZq3SxAx2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wB1O2jPVg7o/s320/unu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257507113164392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ărut-ti voi dărui pe buzele fierbinţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ar glasul tău blajin şi cald, podoabă parcă a dragostei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;egasindu-mi-va ochii-nmărmuriţi, de chipul tău răpiţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pasărea măiastră ce-mi va deschide zorii la fereastră&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;emaiavând, parcă, răgaz ca liniştea să-mi curme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;duci în al meu suflet fiorul dragostei nebune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e vreau din clipă-n clipă, dorinţa mă urneşte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cepţie îmi e curajul, ce des mă părăseşte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ştept totuşi cu un mănunchi de vise ferecate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e-o viaţă aştept, şi totuşi nu îmi e de-ajuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;viaţă am s-o fsc, chiar de vei fi departe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ămîne deci, să văd de n-o să-aştept la nesfârşit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cum ce-a mai a rămas pe verticală trebuie cie citit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt tine..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.Iulian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3523373984251892646-4201657459277951551?l=zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetulsinceritatii.blogspot.com/feeds/4201657459277951551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3523373984251892646&amp;postID=4201657459277951551' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3523373984251892646/posts/default/4201657459277951551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apus'/><title type='text'>APUS.....DE SOARE SI RASARIT DE VIATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZl7TVHJDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xRRh_YqrSWQ/s1600-h/apus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZl7TVHJDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xRRh_YqrSWQ/s320/apus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257501684477142066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZl7pku06I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o3F100lb5QA/s1600-h/cel+mai+frumos+apus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdclvbnACU4/SPZl7pku06I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o3F100lb5QA/s320/cel+mai+frumos+apus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257501690448237474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambata...&lt;br /&gt;singura...&lt;br /&gt;eu, la volan, cu gandurile mele....muzica si amintiri&lt;br /&gt;in fata mea se intindea orizontul rosiatic, prea frumos si prea tentant...trebuia sa fiu atenta la drum....&lt;br /&gt;versurile cantecelor imi zmulgeau zambete , zambete de bucurie, zambete de amintiri&lt;br /&gt;nu stiam ce voi gasi....la limita orizontului,unde avea sa fie destinatia mea,dar speram...speram sa ma linistesc, sa se termine totul...in bine sau in rau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aveam emotii...dupa atata timp aveam emotii...si nu imi puteam stapani zambetul&lt;br /&gt;curand am intrat in oras, si cerul parca s-a evidentiat si mai bine......&lt;br /&gt;parea sangeriu de data asta...oare avea sa prevesteasca ceva? oare era vreun semn, sa imi potolesc zambetul?....destul m-am abtinut in timp ce conduceam sa nu ma las furata de frumusetea acelui apus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorbim...de parca s-ar fi oprit timpul in loc, dar suntem totusi constienti ca s-au petrecut lucruri cu noi si pe langa noi...&lt;br /&gt;ne dam seama ca doar trecutul e cel care ne mai face sa zambim, si amintirea clipelor petrecute impreuna&lt;br /&gt;da , a fost frumos, incredibil de fumos,....clipe ce le putem numara pe degetele dela o mana, dar nu le putem scoate din suflet nici cu doua maini...&lt;br /&gt;sunt clipele noastre si nu vrem sa renuntam la ele....&lt;br /&gt;dar nici nu mai putem avea altele la fel, nu le mai putem nici macar construi impreuna, nici separat.....&lt;br /&gt;ne vom vedea de ale nostre....&lt;br /&gt;vom incerca sa mai zambim, sa nu mai facem greseli,&lt;br /&gt;si poate ca o sa mai avem apusuri in viata noastra&lt;br /&gt;dar niciun apus nu va fi atat de frumos ca cel de sambata, ca apusul nostru.....&lt;br /&gt;....doamne, si cat de linistit " am rasarit"....am stralucit cu o energie incredibila....si am apus imbratisati....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambata. 23 februarie 2008, momentul in care am surprins 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