tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985408820405529172024-03-21T03:15:23.892+02:00Ieri.Azi.MaineHaralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-38857568694852073732013-04-11T17:17:00.003+03:002013-04-11T17:17:24.211+03:00Pentru cei care ma urmareauPentru cei care ma urmareau pe blog, mi-am facut alt blog pe care o sa incep sa postez. <a href="http://haralambielaura.wordpress.com/">http://haralambielaura.wordpress.com/</a>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-52991358440891541492011-12-21T17:23:00.000+02:002011-12-21T17:23:04.271+02:00Amintiri<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Nascuti
la inceputul anilor 80 vedem acum in anul 2011 cum casa parintilor
nostri este de 50 de ori mai scumpa decat atunci cand au cumparat-o si
realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele noastre in jur de 50 de ani.
Nu avem amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici despre razboaie
sangeroase, dar avem cultura generala, pentru ca asta insemn...a ceva o
data. Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat "Ascunselea" , "Castel",
"Ratele si vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi", "Prinsea","Sticluta cu
otrava", "Pac Pac", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii care au strigat "Un
doi trei la perete stai", ultimii care au folosit telefoanele cu fise,
dar primii care am facut petreceri video (inchiriam un video si stateam
sa ne uitam la filme 2 zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut
desene animate color, primii care am renuntat la casete audio si le-am
inlocuit cu CD-uri. </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati,
geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Lee sau Puma era deja
lider de gasca. Noi am dat examene de Capacitate, nu am dat teste grile
la admitere. La gradinita am invatat poezii in romaneste, nu in
engleza...Si am cantat MULTI ANI TRAIASCA nu HAPPY BIRTHDAY la
aniversari. Am sorbit din ochi Pasiuni,mai ales Sunset , chiar si Dallas
.. si cine zice ca nu s-a uitat ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.
Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau, si abia asteptam sa
vina si la noi guma Turbo, sau pustile alea absolut superbe cu apa.Intre
timp, ne consolam cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane
umplute cu apa de la robinet, care turnate in cap ne provocau
pneumonii.</span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Si uite un motiv bun sa nu mergem la scoala. Noi am ascultat
si Metallica, si Ace of Base, si DJ Bobo, si Michael Jackson, si
Backstreet Boys si Take That, si inca nu auzisem de manele singurele
melodii de joc fiind horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii,
dar toti dansam! Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am auzit
atat de Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Abba si de Queen, cat si de noile
nume gen 50 Cent si Britney Spears. Am citit "Licurici", "Pif",
Ciresarii, si am baut Cico si Zmeurata si ni s-a parut ceva extraordinar
cand au aparut primele sucuri "de la TEC " fara sa ne fie teama ca "au
prea multe E-uri", iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla de suc
fara teama de virusi. </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am
descoperit internetul. Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram sa iesim
afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam toti ca sa auzim
actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau Playstation ci jocuri tetris de
care ne plictiseam la o luna dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap,
pline de praf. </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam "Fantanita", sau
"Flori, fete sau baieti", sau "Adevar sau Provocare", sau orice ne dadea
un pretext sa "pupam pe gura" pe cine "iubeam".. Noi suntem cei care
inca au mai "cerut prietenia", care inca roseam la cuvantul "sex", care
dadeam cu banul care sa intre in farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe
care apoi sa le umplem cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor, care
am completat mii de oracole, sperand ca persoana iubita va citi acolo
unde scrie "De cine iti place?" ca ne place de el/ea. </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Este uimitor ca
inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca,
genunchiere si cotiere, nu am avut scaune speciale in masini, nu am
aruncat la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu am
avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de copii, nu ne-am
spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti cainii si toate pisicile din
cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide si glucide mancam, parintii
nostri nu au "child proof the house", ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si
vin de la alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie. </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Noi
am auzit cum s-a tras la Revolutie , noi am fost martorii a trei
schimbari de bancnote si monede, noi am ras la bancuri cu Bula, noi am
fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la Pro TV , noi suntem cei
care mai tinem minte emisiunea "Feriti-va de magarus". Suntem o
generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de "first-timers" ... Daca
citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri, esti de-al nostru ! Trimite
si la prietenii pe care poate i-ai uitat de mult, sa isi aduca aminte
si ei!</span></span></h6>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-58987445325934020712011-02-15T21:55:00.002+02:002011-02-15T21:55:11.454+02:00Sa invatam de la cei mici<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b>Ce este dragostea?</b> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Dragostea este…Cand cineva te raneste…chiar daca te doare ingrozitor…tu nu plangi, pentru ca stii ca o s-o doara pe persoana care te-a ranit! (Matei – 6 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este cand…Cand bunica mea avea artrita si nu-si putea vopsi unghiile…bunicul meu le-a vopsit el pentru ea, cu toate ca si el avea artrita… (Rebecca – 8 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand o fata se da cu parfum si baiatul se da cu after-shave…si ies la plimbare impreuna…si se miros unul pe celalalt (Karl – 5 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand stii ca sora ta mai mare te iubeste…pentru ca-ti da tie toate hainele ei vechi…si ea trebuie sa se duca la cumparaturi, sa-si ia altele! </span>(Laura – 4 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Dragostea este…Cand catelul tau te linge pe fata…cu toate ca l-ai lasat acasa singur toata ziua! (Maria – 4 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Dragostea este…Cand cineva te iubeste…felul in care-ti spune numele, e…este diferit ! (Emy – 4 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand oferi cuiva din mancarea ta, fara ca sa te astepti ca celalalt sa-ti ofere din mancarea lui ! </span>(Cristi – 6 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand mami il vede pe tati transpirat si murdar tot…dar tot ii spune…”tot esti mai frumos ca Brad Pitt!” (Cris – 8 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand spui cuiva ceva rau despre tine…si ti-e frica ca n-o sa te mai iubeasca din cauza la ce ai spus…si apoi cealalta persoana te surprinde iubindu-te chiar mai mult ! (Emma – 7 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand un batran si o batrana…sunt inca buni prieteni cu toate ca se cunosc unul pe celalalt de mult timp… (Ruben – 6 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand ii spui unui baiat ca are o camasa asa frumoasa…cu toate ca el poarta aceeasi camasa in fiecare zi! (Ami – 7 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Ce se intampla de Craciun…cand te opresti din desfacut cadouri…ca sa te bucuri de bucuria celorlati ! (Mihai – 5 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este cand…daca vrei sa inveti sa iubesti mai bine…incepe cu un prieten care nu-ti place! (Nikka – 6 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Cand iubesti pe cineva…ochii tai se tot misca…si niste stelute stralucesc in ei! (Karol – 7 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">Dragostea este…Dumnezeu ar fi putut sa spuna niste cuvinte magice ca sa scape din cuiele de pe Cruce…dar n-a facut asta…Asta este dragoste! (Mihai – 5 ani)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span>Dragostea este...Cand mami ii face cafea lui tati si dupa aceea ia o inghititura inainte sa i-o dea, ca sa se asigure ca are gust bun.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span><span>Dragostea este...Cand va tineti de mana si stati unul langa altul intr-o cafenea. Asta inseamna ca sunteti indragostiti. Daca nu ar fi asa, ati putea sta unul in fata celuilalt si ar fi ok.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span><span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR"><span><span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="FR"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="FR">Ce gandesc oamenii cand spun “Te iubesc”</span></b><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Persoana respectiva gandeste: Da, chiar il iubesc. Dar sper ca face dus macar o data pe zi.” (Michelle – 9 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="FR">Cum inveti sa saruti</span></b><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Inveti chiar pe loc, cand cele mai calde sentimente si emotii pun stapanire pe tine.” (Doug – 7 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“S-ar putea sa iti fie de ajutor sa urmaresti telenovele toata ziua.” (Carin – 9 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="FR">Cand este potrivit sa saruti pe cineva?</span></b><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Nu e niciodata potrivit sa saruti un baiat. </span>Saliveaza peste tot. De-asa am incetat s-o mai fac.” (Jean – 10 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b>Cum sa faci </b><b><span lang="FR">dragostea sa dureze</span></b><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Sa-ti petreci majoritatea timpului iubind si nu mergand la lucru” (Tom – 7 ani)</span><span lang="FR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Sa nu uiti numele sotiei tale…Asta s-ar putea sa strice dragostea.” </span>(Roger – 8 ani) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR">“Sa fii un bun sarutator. </span>S-ar putea ca sotia ta sa uite ca nu duci niciodata gunoiul.” (Randy – 8 ani)</div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-19485568352938072010-12-16T17:48:00.000+02:002010-12-16T17:48:51.740+02:00Scrisori amuzante pentru Mos Craciun<div class="art_text" id="art_text" style="font-size: 14px;"> <div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><strong>Copiii vor să fie siguri că sub bradul împodobit vor primi cadourile dorite şi îi trimit scrisori Moşului. Unii cer lucruri scumpe sau animale ciudate. alţii nu vor nimic material, ci îşi doresc sănătate sau, de ce nu, copilărie veşnică. Vezi mai jos unele dintre cele mai amuzante scrisori trimise de micuţi către Moş Crăciun.</strong></div><a href="http://www.libertatea.ro/usr/thumbs/thumb_715_x_601_0-316214-mos_craciun.jpg" rel="lightbox[roadtrip]" target="_blank" title="Copiii ii scriu Mosului scrisori amuzante - imagine Northfoto"><img alt="Scrisori amuzante trimise de copii lui Moş Crăciun" class="img_left" height="264" src="http://www.libertatea.ro/usr/imagini/0-316214-mos_craciun.jpg" style="margin: 3px 5px;" title="Copiii ii scriu Mosului scrisori amuzante - imagine Northfoto" width="315" /></a><span style="color: red;"> </span><br />
<div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. Moşule, aş vrea să mănânc toată viaţa, la cină, numai cârnaţi.</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. Moş Crăciun, îţi cer să-mi aduci nişte raţe fără dinţi. Dar să nu uiţi şi să-mi aduci cu dinţi, că nu le primesc.</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. Aş vrea să am mereu 12 ani.</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">4. Nu îmi doresc altceva decât să-mi fie oferit un job la Ikea atunci când mă fac mare.</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">5. Moşule, vreau să-mi cumpăr un păianjen de la magazinul cu animale şi te rog să vii tu să-l plăteşti. Vezi că magazinul se închide devreme în ajunul Crăciunului, aşa că ar fi bine să nu întârzii.</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">6. După ce ieşi la pensie, crezi că aş putea să devin eu noul Moş Crăciun?</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">7. Spui "Ho, ho, ho!" pentru că nu ştii să vorbeşti limbi străine?</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">8. Ştiu că nu am fost cuminte anul ăsta, dar o să fiu anul viitor. Aşa că... ai putea să-mi dai un cadou în avans?</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">9. De ce cobori mereu pe coş? La Polul Nord nu aveţi uşi? </span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: small;">10. Poţi să o trimiţi pe Doamna Crăciun în locul tău? Mie mi-e frică de tine.</span></div></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-76575161349781722682010-03-08T12:31:00.001+02:002010-03-08T12:31:58.258+02:008 Martie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHKvpT_SnP3ov3thWWkRp2vDDGD99oJ9oYkKrIrilG1C0Q5Vjq48dcTRBn8iTw8jm8YMBkDQAtUC15hNJW1D2geOqwwZJwYrlC6QmRx3pJgyEFDt3m-CFZdYpRRUbf3U3Km-fFCPbNlB4/s1600-h/IMG_003mk1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHKvpT_SnP3ov3thWWkRp2vDDGD99oJ9oYkKrIrilG1C0Q5Vjq48dcTRBn8iTw8jm8YMBkDQAtUC15hNJW1D2geOqwwZJwYrlC6QmRx3pJgyEFDt3m-CFZdYpRRUbf3U3Km-fFCPbNlB4/s320/IMG_003mk1.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #741b47;"> <b>Pentru ca sunteti cele care insenineaza zilele barbatilor - desi ei se plang dar numai pentru ca asa s-au obisnuit - pentru ca sunteti cele care suflati dragoste peste orice faceti voi si familia voastra, pentru ca sunteti cele care numai cand priviti catre copiii vostri, dati lumii mai multa frumusete, pentru ca sunteti cele care gasesc in fiecare zi timp pentru orice problema si orice nevoie a celor dragi, pentru ca, desi va mai plangeti cateodata, o luati de la capat in fiecare zi, mai puternice si mai hotarate, pentru ca sufletul vostru stie ce e iubirea, cum se daruieste si cum se primeste ea... si pentru tot ceea ce reprezentati... pentru voi timpul se opreste putin in loc la fiecare inceput de Primavara, sa va aduca un omagiu... </b></span><b><br style="color: #741b47;" /><span style="color: #741b47;">La multi ani! </span></b></span></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-88017503919703854752010-02-09T11:12:00.003+02:002010-02-09T11:21:40.007+02:00Odata...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R_sXXmvlX0yzzVM3OKb8wv-D09A6FSiwqZmaJM5kwLPl3CNCxlB3qPOqx67eZypkNR1aD34uBPnIoDZz6qIL8O4PsSH5JWF3jvGqAmuyr1f0PQnZ5WFuamPsZpzUqNvHvMY81kVz7ni2/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R_sXXmvlX0yzzVM3OKb8wv-D09A6FSiwqZmaJM5kwLPl3CNCxlB3qPOqx67eZypkNR1aD34uBPnIoDZz6qIL8O4PsSH5JWF3jvGqAmuyr1f0PQnZ5WFuamPsZpzUqNvHvMY81kVz7ni2/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436169995053049538" border="0" /></a>
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camera.nici nu ma puteam uita la tine pentru ca stiam ca acestea vor fi ultimile momente cand te voi avea asa de aproape de mine.stiam ca daca indraznesc sa te privesc pentru o secunda in ochi,lacrimile isi vor face aparitia pe fata mea.preferam sa stau cu capul plecat,cu tine langa mine si totusi sa ma gandesc doar la tine,sa-mi fie dor de tine,de chipul tau,sa incerc sa-mi amintesc vocea ta,atingerea ta si sarutarile tale.stiam ca va veni ziua asta,tu imi aminteai in fiecare zi de ea.numai o privire sau<span style=""> </span>o vorba si deja imi era dor de tine.mi-a fost teama ca stiam de ziua asta ca va veni foarte curand.si uite-ma in fata microbuzului,incercand sa profit de ultimile 5 minute langa tine,ultimile minute in care iti mai puteam marturisi dragostea sau in care iti mai puteam spune ceva privindu-te in ochi.ultimile minute in care iti mai simteam parfumul si nu in ultimul rand.... ultimul sarut.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style=""> </span>Au fost momente chinuitoare.nici nu stiam ce sa-ti spun pentru ca daca iti mai declaram ceva sau doar un simplu „la revedere” m-ar fi facut sa izbucnesc in plans.si nu as fi vrut sa-ti amintesti de momentul acesta cu tristete.am vrut sa ne despartim exact asa cum ne-am intalnit..-zambind.insa gandul ca voi fi departe de tine intr-un scurt timp,gandul ca nu voi mai adormi in bratele tale,gandul<span style=""> </span>ca nu te voi mai simti langa mine imi intuneca gandurile.nu puteam simti nimic altceva decat tristete in clipele acelea.si fara sa vreau ochii mi s-au umplut de lacrimi.incepeamsa plang pentru ca vedeam si citeam si tristetea din ochii tai.privirea ta trista m-a facut sa realizez ca totul este adevarat.tot ce se intampla era adevarat.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>O ultima imbratisare-insemna ca momentul a sosit.as fi dat orice sa pot sa intorc timpul si sa retraiesc clipele fara ca acest moment sa mai existe.nu puteam sa mai spun ceva.ma uitam din microbuz cum incep sa ma indepartez de tine.ma ducea departe de tine.in momentul acela o parte din mine a ramas cu tine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style=""> </span>Vreau sa inchid ochii si dupa cateva<span style=""> </span>secunde sa ii deschid si sa fiu langa tine,sa fie seara,sa ma ti in bratele tale si sa imi spui”noapte buna iubita mea”.vreau sa cred ca tot ce se intampla este un cosmar.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style=""> </span>E normal sa tresar la auzul numelui tau,sa imi doresc sa te vad,sa iti aud vocea,sa stiu ce mai faci.E firesc sa vibrez cand imi trec prin fata amintirile cu tine,sa imi doresc sa te strang chiar si pentru o secunda in brate cand esti langa mine.stiu ca pare absurd poate chiar penal dar e felul meu de a gandi.inca mai am lacrimi in ochi cand mai vorbesc de tine.nu cred ca va exista cineva caruia sa ii pot oferi pe hartie o parte din sentimentele mele asa cum ti-am oferit tie.</p> Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-23342112856881322972010-02-07T11:10:00.004+02:002010-02-07T11:21:59.398+02:00Sa nu ma intrebi...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74LEMcskUPhFpCmh64yBkPAbIn2X9tMoOoXNU6DBBFlTzwFIqKwD0Z2dOcwIII3nwh3g4ojqTOa4v_b90Iqa-zN0HM57l943rg2wGdWxjAYMR04M8CVpakQyjwr-8agU3VsAT_dLAgAsd/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74LEMcskUPhFpCmh64yBkPAbIn2X9tMoOoXNU6DBBFlTzwFIqKwD0Z2dOcwIII3nwh3g4ojqTOa4v_b90Iqa-zN0HM57l943rg2wGdWxjAYMR04M8CVpakQyjwr-8agU3VsAT_dLAgAsd/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435426934723254466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma intrebi iubitul meu,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In lipsa ta daca mi-e greu,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca iubesc,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca traiesc,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca mi-e dor,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi de vreau sa mor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca mai pling,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi ce am in gand,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Sa nu ma-ntrebi ce-i frumusetea,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Si suferinta si tristetea;</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa nu ma-ntrebi ce-i fericirea,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Nici daca am cunoscut iubirea,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca zambesc,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In jur de pot sa mai privesc,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Sa nu ma-ntrebi daca ma doare,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Nici daca vad pe cer ca-i soare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Fara sa-ntrebi am sa-ti raspund,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Frumosul meu cu suflet bland,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">La orce-ai vrut sau vrei sa sti,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Raspunsuri,inger vei primi,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> In lipsa ta mi-e greu iubire,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Iubesc,traiesc an amintire,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">De chipul tau ami este dor,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Eu fara tine vreau sa....mor,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> In noapte lacrima-mi ascund,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">De dragul tau iubire pling,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Cu tine-n gand adorm cu greu,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In vis apari mereu mereu,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Cei frumusetea?chipul tau,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Cei suferinta?dorul meu,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Cei tristetea?viata mea,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> De-ar fi s-o pierd nu mi-ar pasa,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Ca am putut sa te cunosc,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sa te ating suflet frumos,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Si am putut sa-ti simt iubirea,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Si am aflat ce-i fericirea,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Daca zimbesc o fac prin lacrimi,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Daca privesc nu-s ochii mei,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Ca nu mai am lumina inger,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> De cand te-ai departat de ei,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Nu stiu,nu vad daca e soare,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Nimic acum nu are rost,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Secunda fara tine doare...</span></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-35276524799077889572009-08-15T22:05:00.006+03:002009-08-15T22:17:02.790+03:00I wanted you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5Lnxch0PiWcmMq4qRcf_o_fn9Gonp2P_glmiIw60nexEon7vwVPEWbKu7EPmkpgpWYRlkXwYkFkEcK55worFMLSpVCex_PzhMqEpoXkAc_IEuK129U_COa5Qs6vDbNgo73a2mLsxG9LN/s1600-h/IMG_00bita24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5Lnxch0PiWcmMq4qRcf_o_fn9Gonp2P_glmiIw60nexEon7vwVPEWbKu7EPmkpgpWYRlkXwYkFkEcK55worFMLSpVCex_PzhMqEpoXkAc_IEuK129U_COa5Qs6vDbNgo73a2mLsxG9LN/s320/IMG_00bita24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370271692920817282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Lately I've been thinking about what I can do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">I've been stressing to fall back in love with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">I'm so sorry that I couldn't follow through</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">But I can't go on this way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">I've got to stop it babe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">You've been wonderful in all that you can be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">But it hurts when you say that you understand me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">So believe me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">I am sorry</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">I wanted you to be there when I fall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you to see me through it all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you to be the one I loved</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you to hold me in my sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you to show me what I need</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you to know just how down deep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I wanted you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I've been pushing hard to open up the door</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Trying to take us back to where we were before</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> But I'm done.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> I just can't do this anymore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> 'Cause we can't be mended, so let's stop pretending now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> We've been walking around in circles for some time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> And I think we should head for the finish line</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> So believe me. I am sorry</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> ("I wanted you " lyrics by INNA)</span><br /></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-81270887741184870522009-07-06T20:38:00.012+03:002009-07-09T08:57:03.916+03:00Michael Jackson a murit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sIdV64YOh9wikL2xt8rB4EBadWGH4rrSpE6fxVwyJHe1ftEClGgfkSRWPpSxLI_TA8Hi5MxOvRNa-RKVF62Ma2TZnXcRtUcUdw5f6G8zEmHDtzJUQKKMnjA61fPAxtErEE5wtixyAt9S/s1600-h/michael-jackson-13-iunie-1997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355404569292918594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sIdV64YOh9wikL2xt8rB4EBadWGH4rrSpE6fxVwyJHe1ftEClGgfkSRWPpSxLI_TA8Hi5MxOvRNa-RKVF62Ma2TZnXcRtUcUdw5f6G8zEmHDtzJUQKKMnjA61fPAxtErEE5wtixyAt9S/s400/michael-jackson-13-iunie-1997.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8B6nATQXyVMcfZ6j5JhBTiEg7mWCwXBdLOaI-HixZGvdVkIOSlJ9p0LkecgEMsQkUV75eUREW7b5gNdfEDvz-B_gcHU0R0GQqCLT23t9USRqdbMTk7Dm2FPWruy43_-j-Tdj_wG6MxYSy/s1600-h/michael-jackson-main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355404440447939314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8B6nATQXyVMcfZ6j5JhBTiEg7mWCwXBdLOaI-HixZGvdVkIOSlJ9p0LkecgEMsQkUV75eUREW7b5gNdfEDvz-B_gcHU0R0GQqCLT23t9USRqdbMTk7Dm2FPWruy43_-j-Tdj_wG6MxYSy/s400/michael-jackson-main.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="textstire" id="textstire"><p>Starul pop Michael Jackson a murit în noaptea de joi spre vineri după ce a fost spitalizat la Los Angeles, în urma unui stop cardiac, informează presa internaţională.</p><p>Celebrul cântăreţ, care a devenit faimos încă de când era copil şi a încântat generaţii întregi cu muzica sa exuberantă şi mişcările sale de dans,<strong> a murit</strong> după ce a făcut un <strong>stop cardiac</strong><span style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: auto; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: none"> , fiind apoi transportat la un <span onmouseover="X1U1TOver(this,5,'spital',31);" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(4,148,225)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" onclick="X1U1TClick(this,5);" onmouseout="X1U1TOut(this,5);">spital</span> din Los Angeles, informează Reuters, citând Los Angeles Times. Jackson avea 50 de <span onmouseover="X1U1TOver(this,2,'ani',2);" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(4,148,225)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" onclick="X1U1TClick(this,2);" onmouseout="X1U1TOut(this,2);">ani</span>.<br /></span></p><p><span class="textstire" id="textstire"><p>"Starul pop <strong>Michael Jackson</strong><span style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: auto; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: none"> a fost declarat mort de către <span onmouseover="X1U1TOver(this,5,'doctori',22);" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(4,148,225)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" onclick="X1U1TClick(this,5);" onmouseout="X1U1TOut(this,5);">doctori</span> în această după-amiază, după ce a ajuns la spital în comă profundă", au declarat surse pentru ziarul californian. </span></p><p>Potrivit site-ului TMZ, <strong>Jackson suferise un stop cardiac</strong><span style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: auto; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: none"> în <span onmouseover="X1U1TOver(this,3,'casa',3);" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(4,148,225)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" onclick="X1U1TClick(this,3);" onmouseout="X1U1TOut(this,3);">casa</span> sa din Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, în urma căruia a fost dus cu ambulanţa la Centrul <span onmouseover="X1U1TOver(this,5,'Medical',49);" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(4,148,225)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" onclick="X1U1TClick(this,5);" onmouseout="X1U1TOut(this,5);">Medical</span> UCLA din Los Angeles. Însă cântăreţul nu şi-a recăpătat pulsul, în ciuda eforturilor medicilor.<br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijRaxmGFPsjZapidYYe-BWO2A14m8t50FTkdBN6VkjgeaEwBtQSPU8lPp8qcE5PbXswsK2qihat-7mWxXs0nP_glTZPiLC8b2mZfW3tDcmO6WwU5HnFPHFV3yJFVsZ1X9KL-4En_a_CGMx/s1600-h/michael-jackson-fata-spitalului.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355403372952431714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijRaxmGFPsjZapidYYe-BWO2A14m8t50FTkdBN6VkjgeaEwBtQSPU8lPp8qcE5PbXswsK2qihat-7mWxXs0nP_glTZPiLC8b2mZfW3tDcmO6WwU5HnFPHFV3yJFVsZ1X9KL-4En_a_CGMx/s400/michael-jackson-fata-spitalului.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span class="textstire" id="textstire"><p><strong>Michael Jackson </strong>este unul dintre artiştii cu cele mai mari vânzări de discuri din toate timpurile. El şi-a început cariera muzicală împreună cu fraţii săi, în trupa Jackson 5, promovată de celebra casă de discuri Motown, după care s-a lansat într-o strălucită carieră solo.</p><p>Aceasta a fost însă afectată, după 1990, de scandaluri şi dezvăluiri despre stilul său de viaţă excentric. Jackson a fost anchetat şi achitat de un tribunal american, după ce a fost acuzat de pedofilie, în 2005.</p></span><p></p></span><p></p></span><p class="TEXT_article"><span class="TEXT_article_eticheta">VIAŢA UNUI MEGASTAR<img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 780px" height="780" alt="" src="http://www.evz.ro/imagemanager/images/2008/aiaugust/29/graf09.jpg" width="225" align="right" /></span><br /><br />Michael Joseph Jackson s-a născut pe 29 august 1958, fiind al şaptelea din nouă fraţi. A debutat la 11 ani, în formaţia "The Jackson 5". În 1971 şi-a lansat cariera solo, primele cinci albume ale sale devenind cele mai bine vândute din întreaga lume. </p><p class="TEXT_article">Michael Jackson a devenit în scurt timp un adevărat pionier, videoclipurile sale, la piese precum "Billie Jean" şi "Thriller", au dus muzica pop la un nou nivel. El a câştigat 13 premii Grammy.<br /><br />Mişcările sale de dans au fost imitate de milioane de fani din întreaga lume. <a class="ARBOcontext_evz_cuvsub" id="anchorbbtBubble972" href="javascript:void(0)" redirect="http://new.arbocontext.ro/core/ad_transaction?att=4&atd=5;881589252627990020;1305243281672159369;36;28600;1639;46;1674517553333880735;30;2;6;746982586&curl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wellnessplusint.com">Stilul</p></a><div id="overbbtBubble972" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; LEFT: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 34px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 15px"><iframe id="overbbtBubble972ifr" style="DISPLAY: none" name="overbbtBubble972ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://new.arbocontext.ro/html/overWordLayer.html#att=4&atd=5;881589252627990020;1305243281672159369;36;28600;1639;46;1674517553333880735;30;2;6;746982586&bbMainDomain=new.arbocontext.ro&curl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wellnessplusint.com" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" url="http://new.arbocontext.ro/html/overWordLayer.html#att=4&atd=5;881589252627990020;1305243281672159369;36;28600;1639;46;1674517553333880735;30;2;6;746982586&bbMainDomain=new.arbocontext.ro&curl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wellnessplusint.com"></iframe></div>său excentric i-a atras, însă, şi numeroase critici şi porecla "Wacko Jacko".<br /><br />În pofida controverselor în care a fost implicat, Michael Jackson şi-a păstrat titlul de regele muzicii pop.<br /><br />Cântăreţul a fost căsătorit de două ori. 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Artistul a lăsat în urmă trei copii. <p></p><div align="center"><strong>„Este unul dintre cei mai mari oameni care au vizitat planeta noastră, adevăratul rege al muzicii pop, rock şi soul“, <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">Elizabeth Taylor</span></strong> </div><p class="TEXT_article"><br /><br /><strong>„Michael, Michael, nu pleca, asta este ţara ta!“<br /></strong></p><p class="TEXT_article">Michael Jackson rămâne primul superstar care a venit să concerteze în România la apogeul carierei. Era 1 octombrie 1992. Ţara trăia haosul electoral. Pe 27 septembrie avusese loc primul tur de scrutin al alegerilor prezidenţiale. Emil Constantinescu şi Ion Iliescu erau la balotaj. EVZ a prezentat pe larg concertul lui Michael (de promovare a albumului „Dangerous“), din care a făcut principalul eveniment al anului (a surclasat şi bătălia electorală!). </p>Mulţi dintre ei dormiseră la porţile stadionului. Cântăreţul american era, poate, cel mai iubit om de pe Terra în 1992. Iar concertul de la Bucureşti a fost fabulos. Spectatorii l-au întâmpinat cu dragoste pe Michael şi cu ură pe Ion Iliescu şi pe Adrian Năstase. I-au huiduit atunci când organizatorii au avut proasta inspiraţie să le mulţumească „pentru condiţiile create“. România prooccidentală era pe stadion şi scanda „Michael, Michael, nu pleca, asta este ţara ta!“. <strong>(Andrei Crăciun)<br /></strong><strong>“Am pierdut un geniu şi un adevărat ambasador nu numai al muzicii pop, ci al întregii muzici. A fost un model şi o sursă de inspiraţie pentru generaţii de artişti şi voi preţui întotdeauna momentele pe care le-am împărţit cu el pe scenă şi tot ceea ce am învăţat de la el în materie de muzică. Sunt alături de familie şi toţi cei apropiaţi”, Justin Timberlake</strong><br /><br />Asculta Michael Jackson Tribute de la Radio Zu.O super idee,o super melodie<br /><strong>Versuri:<br /></strong><br />Your curtain`s down<br />The eyes still cry<br />Cause You are gone<br />But still alive<br />To me<br />Where you’ll forever live<br />The show is done<br />The tears won’t dry<br />Cause you are gone<br />Before your time<br />For me<br />But rest and see<br />R<br />Things are always changing in our lives<br />Even if they go black or white you’ll see<br />The world changed cause you lived<br />Everything has changed because you tried<br />You left a better place for us behind you’ll see<br />The world changed cause you lived<br />B<br />I’m finding in you<br />A world that is pure<br />With no pain cause of you<br />Still you’re gone to soon<br />II<br />No mirror now<br />The man has gone<br />But left the pain<br />So you remind<br />There is<br />Much work that world needs<br />Don’t worry now<br />Watch from above<br />Your words are out<br />The message lives<br />Within<br />So rest and see <p><br /><br /><br /> </p><p><a href="http://www.radiozu.ro/img/deepside-deejays-la-zu-1.mp3">+ DOWNLOAD mp3 [SAVE Target as...]</a><br /><br /></p>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-81890106038621349972009-04-22T10:59:00.005+03:002009-04-22T13:30:02.919+03:00Mai stai...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FadwV4b_vON8PQXKZq4QgkErgW8X9-FYrWCVCBINqWGTuvMXQS8wHs0oaORlHhp9fOdTWAos2gC589xwmtFBbSTb0p-mfmcpAemxvYOFSiKOdk5w6Mc0hvbxf-eOJBAg4OAMnCYo_3Nq/s1600-h/1132973gj3f4jtmie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327423101709293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FadwV4b_vON8PQXKZq4QgkErgW8X9-FYrWCVCBINqWGTuvMXQS8wHs0oaORlHhp9fOdTWAos2gC589xwmtFBbSTb0p-mfmcpAemxvYOFSiKOdk5w6Mc0hvbxf-eOJBAg4OAMnCYo_3Nq/s320/1132973gj3f4jtmie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">Te rog mai stai .inca putin.nu ma pot satura sa te privesc....in fiecare dimineata pasesc catre o noua zi cu speranta ca te voi revedea.imi e de ajuns o privire si ziua mea e plina de soare.imi dai lumea peste cap.cred ca sunt indragostita….de tine.dar nu stiu daca u simti ce simt si eu. zi de zi ma multumesc cu privirea ta.atat doar,pentru ca intreaga zi sa fiu cu zambetul pe buze.ai ceva ce-mi zice ca sentimentele astea si trairile pe care le am nu sunt degeaba. inca mai incerc sa-mi gasesc cuvintele..sa gasesc momentul potrivit sa-ti spun toate acestea.Imi place starea care mi-o dai numai cand ma privesti…euforie…cand ma trezesc pe strada zambind,si gandindu-ma la tine.zilele in care nu te vad sunt un cosmar.parca nimic nu merge bine si nu are rost sa mai zambesc,dar zilele in care te vad sunt mai frumoase..tu le faci asa….daca ai putea sa simti si tu fiorul ciudat pe care mi-l dai tot timpul cand sunt in preajma ta....daca as putea sa-ti citesc gandurile pentru o clipa…sa stiu ca nu e totul in van…daca as putea macar sa-ti zic ce simt,poate lucrurile ar sta altfel,si nu ne-am fi privit doar ca doi straini. Mai stai putin sa imi incant privirea...mai stai putin sa te privesc si sa ma satur de tine.....</span></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-66085261881094025732009-04-05T16:07:00.005+03:002009-04-07T11:39:47.088+03:00Leapsa<span style="color:#333333;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">primita de la monyk</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">1. Pune playerul pe shuffle.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">2. Apasă „înainte” pentru fiecare întrebare.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">3. Foloseşte titlul melodiei ca şi răspuns la întrebare chiar dacă nu are sens. Nu trişa!</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">1. How are you feeling today?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Dj. Alexunder Base & Frissco-Privacy</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">2. Will you get far in life?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Ian Oliver & Shantel - Bucovina</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">3. How do your friends see you?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Atb ft. Heather Nova - Renegate</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">4. Will you get married?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Antoine Clamaran - Gold</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">5. What’s your best friend’s theme?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Ana Lesko - La la la (extended mix)</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">6. What is the story of your life?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">da' Cruz ft Lu-k & Alina- N-ai cum sa fi ca mine</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">7. What was high school like?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Monkey ft Scooby- Ce-a ramas</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">8. How can you get ahead in life?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Antonio Banderas- El mariachi(club mix)</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">9. What is the best thing about your friends?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Boris Gardiner-i wanna make up with you</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">10. What is in store for this weekend?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Residence Deejays- sexy love</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">11. What song describes you?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Steve Lawler- Rise in</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">12. What song would describe your grandparents?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Animal X- Don't let go</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">13. How is your life going?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">The beautiful south-Rotterdam</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">14. What song will they play at your funeral?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Yarabi- El se la</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">15. How does the world see you?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Above & Beyond-shana can't sleep</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">16. Will you have a happy life?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Pink Floyd- Keep talking</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">17. How can I make myself happy?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Fairground attraction- Perfect</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">18. What should you do with your life?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Akcent- I turn around the world</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">Am ramas chiar uimita cand am vazut ca unele se potriveau,adica erau in contextul corect.iar altele m-au amuzat chiar...:))...recomand aceasta leapsa oricui ar fi interesat.pentru o portie bunicica de ras</span></span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-85023697757073841922009-03-04T19:49:00.002+02:002009-03-04T19:56:52.559+02:00Mi-e dor...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH0RQb9-BIc31IDWpiMBlUj6sFucFT2KubRt1bexoYQ5O1MVpiG9xif_axV8CMxOsz72Rb8ZbGcBDppMLcvvPB6y-a4QdzxppcWZfIASe26MonogJLf2RXzQ8yV5lESPdc9vTbDatmEqjn/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYYNfyHBNfunSk5U6lvUQHZQX_6NQa-lgDjwmoOq-_K-6GYM9Mtx9WPsyY5X1SKlm8TyLLBqCzVXp_OnwCkoDTc62tChbBZiAgQstwwE279hwazWbPNF2yqrQHn_Rzeu25B4b5hBvi02W/s400/Zozo-memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303004845867762162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GvvO1awbebIayVWRaOHzDWKDMbgQ9WCZC0xI9d6WDWyDxZObdOCqnYca5cC5X-N-VrhqHbad1naHfZT_GjteDTuGcLV9xrX-gnzVmFE64UiPOW2V7n-05vXutph5lbBn0SRDptDlCVlp/s1600-h/Zozo-really.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GvvO1awbebIayVWRaOHzDWKDMbgQ9WCZC0xI9d6WDWyDxZObdOCqnYca5cC5X-N-VrhqHbad1naHfZT_GjteDTuGcLV9xrX-gnzVmFE64UiPOW2V7n-05vXutph5lbBn0SRDptDlCVlp/s400/Zozo-really.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303004839348536450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Ma uitam prin calculator la pozele mele...unele mai noi..altele mai vechi...fiecarei poze ii era atasat un sentiment...atatea poze...atatea trairi...atatia prieteni...atatea clipe petrecute.si acum...parca nu mai e nimic ca inainte.parca ne-am maturizat fara sa ne dam seama...unde sunt zilele in care ieseam nerabdatori in fata blocului sa ne jucam jocuri inventate si stiute numai de noi...acum ramase doar in amintirile noastre,pentru totdeauna...vor fi doar simple povesti pentru cei care le vor asculta pentru ca nu vor sti ce inseamna sa te joci in fata blocului,sa nu mai sti de casa,ori sa ajungi pe acasa doar daca te-ai julit sau ti-e foame...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Imi e dor de toti prietenii mei,imi e dor sa mai traiesc din nou acele perioade.pentru ca niciodata nu sti sa le pretuiesti indeajuns.Imi e dor sa fiu copil din nou.cum e si melodia de la Voltaj-dematurizarea:"as vrea sa ma dematurizez,sa stau in ploaie si sa visez"...toate astea,din pacate demonstreaza din nou ca timpul e ireversibil si ca niciodata nu-ti vei mai putea indrepta greselile,dar iti vei da seama ca acestea sunt farmecul trecutului,al amintirilor.Imi e dor de momentele in care eram doar o copila,si nu aveam nicio grija.Faceam destule nazbatii in copilarie,si chiar si acum imi mai amintesc multe dintre ele si parca le retraiesc de fiecare data.Momente de neuitat,si toate alaturi de prieteni de neinlocuit...</span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-10059723315761906922009-02-15T13:59:00.006+02:002009-02-26T13:09:51.609+02:00Sentimente...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6sE7nG-gU7lnJREI3G5TaImUasnkpu37ao84leT12WecJ99jL5Ry0WmqtxcAC4V9XobeU_qqQsdKUiP83A7Xbv3yGEEyVaJpjpHTFv5YMk_jlrQJG03E2gVDM6c5FkOfdGqYB26YhPyG/s1600-h/the+shadow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995482096010962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6sE7nG-gU7lnJREI3G5TaImUasnkpu37ao84leT12WecJ99jL5Ry0WmqtxcAC4V9XobeU_qqQsdKUiP83A7Xbv3yGEEyVaJpjpHTFv5YMk_jlrQJG03E2gVDM6c5FkOfdGqYB26YhPyG/s400/the+shadow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Aceleasi zile...triste...amare.Norii parca urla,insetati de neliniste si isi revarsa lacrimile asupra orasului.Inima imi bate cu o viteza nebanuita,simt ca traiesc intens,se scurge prin vene incertitudinea.nesiguranta sa naste din ascunderea adevarului.as vrea sa apara acum un duh caruia sa-i cer sa-mi indeplineasca 3 dorinte.Mi-as dori sa fiu fericita,pentru ca stiu cum sa alimentez bucuria,insa nu reusesc sa o gasesc.o caut de ceva timp intr-un loc intunecat,din cand in cand se mai aprinde o luminita dar se stinge repede deoarece increderea dispare.viata perfecta e undeva departe.tind sa cred ca exista numai in inchipuirea mea.traiesc in doua lumi,fericirea se naste in mine,creste cu repeziciune insa se sinucide cand se izbeste de adevarul din aceasta lume.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Sunt trista si ma gandesc ca nu stiu pentru cat timp voi mai suferi asa,nici daca asta e solutia ce mai buna,insa alta nu pare sa existe.fericirea nu este pentru mine.imi las imaginatia sa se imbete cu visuri.cu visuri si sperante, ca poate vreodata imi voi reveni si voi trai si eu intr-adevar sentimentele care sunt acum doar in inchipuirea mea.Daca s-ar putea as suferi un timp indelungat in schimbul unei clipe de fericire.Alt rod al imaginatiei mele bogate...alte sperante in van...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">(<em>picture made by adi)</em></span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-55791088902768753372009-02-15T13:30:00.004+02:002009-02-15T13:47:41.162+02:00NU mai pot...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcU-PuvKGbiMVkcTEkOLqMQnwwO3BMzfToDvpkwsuOC_JVgGHiSST5W-L7t3Cz_f0dqyIeqMykxXyQRrr5DM93htXaAmYCjZ83Wo6ndZsU6u-bpJK2Fu_NEA9nkDlt2VJWZmIPS0Wh3Zz/s1600-h/file06.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcU-PuvKGbiMVkcTEkOLqMQnwwO3BMzfToDvpkwsuOC_JVgGHiSST5W-L7t3Cz_f0dqyIeqMykxXyQRrr5DM93htXaAmYCjZ83Wo6ndZsU6u-bpJK2Fu_NEA9nkDlt2VJWZmIPS0Wh3Zz/s400/file06.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989254740517794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nu poti porunci inimii sa faca sa cum vrei tu si sa simta ce vrei tu.si de accea de multe ori te iei dupa ce iti dicteaza intuitia..si de cele mai multe ori se dovedeste a fi o mare greseala.ce simteai atunci era ceea ce iti impuneai tu sa simti,nimic din ce traiai nu iti dadea fiori,pentru ca nu era "pe bune"..Tocmai de accea acum pot sa zic ca tot ce mi se intampla ma face sa ma indepartez de tine, pentru ca poate nu sunt pregatita de ceva.nu sunt pregatita sa iubesc din nou,avand in vedere circumstantele.vreau sa pot spune ca inca incerc sa imi rezolv problemele,sa ma vad linistita,sa-mi recapat increderea in mine,dar inca nu mi-am revenit nici acum...toate astea ma tin departe de tine.cu sau fara voia mea.imi pare rau ca tot eu am fost cea care a insistat la inceput sa facem o incercare,chiar daca tu aveai o parere deja formata,dar eram cu capul in nori,visatoare,nu realizam ce faceam si nu ma gandeam nicio clipa la urmarile faptelor mele.nu stiam daca mi-am revenit,daca sunt gata sa pornesc din nou la drum,de data aceasta cu o alta persoana,cu tine.nu sunt pregatita pentru asta.nu sunt pregatita sa iubesc.acum ce traiesc sunt sentimente trecatoare si inselatoare.va trebui ca mai intai sa incer sa-mi repar viata.sa incerc sa traiesc normal ca o persoana de varsta mea,adica inconjurata de prieteni,cu distractii... samd.e prea devreme pentru mine pentru a-mi face planuri serioase de viitor.nu sunt genu.vreau sa-mi traiesc tineretea,pentru ca de nenumarate ori am ajuns la concluzia ca viata e scurta,si ca nu se stie niciodata cand iti vine si tie randul,cand se incheie acest circuit.de accea mi-am zis ca mai bine ma bucur de fiecare moment pe care il traiesc si ca nu are rost sa il amarasc.asa ca te rog intelege ca nu pot.nu pot...o spun cu lacrimi in ochi,pentru ca stiu ca tin la tine,dar nu indeajuns.Asa ca e mai bine acum decat mai tarziu sa iti zic ca nu mai pot continua asa...nu mai pot...</span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-10608248246661569772009-02-10T21:15:00.002+02:002009-02-10T21:16:25.952+02:00Ganduri pentru el...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUOEx0V4wSq3hxNbA6SkJnJYlrvcrhRiGhZxAzvrZv1Yg7vn1rGLCKHZlgu6G7oSGApYPCQCcSmxQNFcYuNK3iuQvg8W1t9H4G2Eap1D9vLlwiTukrCI9ZkUa7ShUGYi8aGUl0vO8Cy99/s1600-h/indragostiti-la-mare.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUOEx0V4wSq3hxNbA6SkJnJYlrvcrhRiGhZxAzvrZv1Yg7vn1rGLCKHZlgu6G7oSGApYPCQCcSmxQNFcYuNK3iuQvg8W1t9H4G2Eap1D9vLlwiTukrCI9ZkUa7ShUGYi8aGUl0vO8Cy99/s400/indragostiti-la-mare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301249673386145330" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Erau zile cand ziceam foarte sigura pe mine de altfel,ca nu va exista si pentru mine vreodata zicala”soarele va rasari si pe strada ta”.Erau clipe in care imi pierdeam increderea in mine doar din cauza ca m-a umilit in ultimul hal iubirea ce i-o purtam acelui necunoscut.Zic bine necunoscut pentru ca pentru mine el nu mai exista.Imi zic tot timpul ca toate zilele in care am suferit au dost doar in inchipuirea mea,si am avut o perioada mai proasta,ca orice persoana.E trist ca se poate intampla si asa ceva.Oricum sunt niste lucruri foarte incurcate pe care am cazut de acord sa le las in trecut,acolo unde isi au locul.De acum in colo voi privi numai in viitor pentru ca mi-am dat seama ca viata e efemera si merita sa traieshti orice clipa si sa o pretuiesti.Asa ca nu am mai lasat sa se vada pe fata mea tristetea.Am incercat sa o alung.Nu facea nimic altceva decat sa ma umbreasca tot mai tare.Si mi-am zis.”-stai putin.ce se intampla cu mine?eu nu eram asa.unde s-a dus starea mea de alta data?”nu e timp pierdut sa incerc sa fiu eu cea de dinainte.fata aceea plina de viata.Si acum pot sa zic cu zambetul pe buze ca in sfarsit a rasarit soarele si pe strada mea.caldura lui,dragostea cu care m-a invaluit m-au facut sa ma inmoi,sa-i dau voie sa patrunda in viata mea si in inima mea,acolo unde as fi jurat odata ca nu va mai avea acces nimeni.Mi-a aratat adevarata fata al acestui sentiment..mi-a aratat ca poate fi frumos sa sti ca iubesti pe cineva si ca acel cineva te iubeste la randul sau.Mi-a redat zambetul pe buze,fata mi s-a iluminat,corpul mi s-a incalzit iar inima a inceput sa pompeze din nou.Si totul doar cu o farama de dragoste.Era un tip oarecare,un strain pentru mine.un strain care a fost gata sa ma ajute cand am avut cea mai mare nevoie.a stiut sa ma asculte,sa ma alinte,sa-mi dea speranta si sa ma imbratiseze,in momentul in care aveam cea mai mare nevoie de aceste lucruri.Eram doi straini.Doi straini care erau unul langa altul la momentul potrivit.el ma ajuta</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">sa imi recapat puterea,sa-mi recapat increderea in mine.el e alaturi de mine in orice moment.Si ceea ce sunt acum,e datorita lui.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Desi sunt trista tu ma inveselesti de fiecare data doar cu o simpla privire,ma faci sa vreau sa fiu langa tine tot timpul.imi e aproape imposibil sa nu tin la o persoana ca tine,cand tu ma faci sa-mi doresc lucruri la care nu m-as fi gandit inainte ca le-as putea avea.Ai patruns intr-un moment important in viata mea si vei fi de acum inainte o persoana foarte importanta pentru mine.Pentru ca tin la tine foarte mult,si simt ca sentimentul e reciproc.Iti multumesc ca esti in viata mea,pentru tine zambesc zi de zi,iti multumesc ca ma asculti,doar tie isi soptesc vorbe dulci in fiecare moment,si toate pentru ca Te Iubesc:*</span></p>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-1026176498231320022009-02-05T12:04:00.001+02:002009-02-05T12:04:56.698+02:00romanian profanity<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian_profanity">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian_profanity</a><br /><br />mortal siteul.merita vazut.sa mai razi un pic.un pic mai mult:))Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-57858884081209372442009-02-01T16:05:00.006+02:002009-02-01T16:14:47.482+02:00Razbunarea unei inimi ranite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq6iIws5EZQibjux8RuNDww8bl9z0eF8gn8XsaxuuSxpErhgw214skdIr07dF32fo60aUCkNuP2lpDt0HucSvw8b69rt-wT7qV7lGwyELDeuPYKEiFAhb54OExOzL13iCMcXbYTAvPZX2/s1600-h/untitledd.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297831149020032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq6iIws5EZQibjux8RuNDww8bl9z0eF8gn8XsaxuuSxpErhgw214skdIr07dF32fo60aUCkNuP2lpDt0HucSvw8b69rt-wT7qV7lGwyELDeuPYKEiFAhb54OExOzL13iCMcXbYTAvPZX2/s400/untitledd.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Sa plangi cu lacrimile mele..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">ce se preling sarate,grele..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa simti cum sufletul ti-apasa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">si sa respiri nici nu te lasa!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa vezi iubirea cu ochii mei de fata!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa simti durerea si ura-nlacrimata!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa auzi soapte,sa visezi visele mele!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa porti la gat pacatele-n margele</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sa te usuce-un dor cu geana-nsangerata</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">fiindca ai distrus o inima de fata!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">fiindca ai distrus ce-a fost mai sfant in mine..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">o DRAGOSTE, un VIS-iubirea catre tine..</span></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-84086369548773202852009-01-24T15:31:00.002+02:002009-01-24T15:34:01.571+02:00Zambesc azi din nou:d<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaScWcHyqNwpNroHQSxc6ZlLDNNfXnmKLBWEzxMILUgzDbzu0uX-2oF3NHd0WXcW5ME0B5h4ONOjo_YPZE3DIKsDhMbzX153B36oOEik-ppEX1A9Yd5LuGQyRyuFGI1Qd7UcwXGA-R4DAq/s1600-h/STA40717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaScWcHyqNwpNroHQSxc6ZlLDNNfXnmKLBWEzxMILUgzDbzu0uX-2oF3NHd0WXcW5ME0B5h4ONOjo_YPZE3DIKsDhMbzX153B36oOEik-ppEX1A9Yd5LuGQyRyuFGI1Qd7UcwXGA-R4DAq/s400/STA40717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294852902296707090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Astazi sunt fericita, asa cum imi sta mie bine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Am un zambet larg si sunt dispusa sa il ofer din plin celor ce merita.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Astazi sunt foarte fericita.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Cu fiecare cuvant spus, cu fiecare sentiment gandit si nu doar trait, realizez ca am nevoie de lucruri extrem de simple pentru a fi implinita.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Tind spre aceea stare sufleteasca senina, tind departe … Ma hranesc cu si din sentimente pure.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ma indepartez de oameni indiferenti. Simt cu adevarat ca traiesc. Si asta chiar pe fondul unor probleme stresante.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Am reusit sa fac diferenta intre ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat si ceea ce poate fi trecut usor cu vederea.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Reusesc sa vad in oameni esenta. De cele mai multe ori, ma amuza. De cele mai multe ori…ma dezamagesc. De cele mai multe ori, nu imi provoaca nici o reactie.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ma lasa total indiferenta.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Sunt singura persoana din lumea asta larga pentru care contez. Invat, odata cu trecerea timpului, sa am grija de sufletul meu. Am ajuns la performanta de a ma accepta si de a face pace cu mine insami.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ti-am mai spus cat de fericita sunt?</span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-75902917376452708842009-01-21T09:50:00.003+02:002009-01-21T11:03:01.800+02:00Avem timp... de Octavian Paler<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhdl8Vc4hZpeZLekRZ0S0y4ZxsW6wjvQe67orHSSMKcqiVYfgZhrH20dr5jb42jysjMo-f9e_Koqlxt1yblqENLaqON14Q-fHK5YKNST3tELdkiVvdIWoNRrEfu-xlcUz4RAQAs0fCJQq/s1600-h/timp-imbatranit-604xYUbHF.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293669107499685602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhdl8Vc4hZpeZLekRZ0S0y4ZxsW6wjvQe67orHSSMKcqiVYfgZhrH20dr5jb42jysjMo-f9e_Koqlxt1yblqENLaqON14Q-fHK5YKNST3tELdkiVvdIWoNRrEfu-xlcUz4RAQAs0fCJQq/s400/timp-imbatranit-604xYUbHF.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Avem timp pentru toate. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine, avem timp sa citim si sa scriem, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa corectam ce-am scris, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa regretam ce-am scris, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa privim norii, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">reclamele sau un accident oarecare, avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">sa amanam raspunsurile, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Avem timp pentru toate. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cand sa facem si asta, murim. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua!! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.<br /><br /><br />Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata Ci PE CINE ai. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca oricum ai taia </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Orice lucru are doua fete </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Indiferent de consecinte</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dar nu stiu s-o arate</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata<br />Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Oricum te va rani din cand in cand </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.<br />Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fi iertat de altii </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Si nu faptele sale</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Si pot vedea ceva total diferit </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca scrisul </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ca si vorbitul</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Poate linisti durerile sufletesti </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Iti sunt luati prea repede . </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Am invatat sa iubesc </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit </span></div>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-24243236369553598682009-01-16T21:41:00.006+02:002009-01-16T21:51:39.111+02:00foarte impresionant<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">de multe ori spunem ca noi suntem singurele fiinte capabile de sentimente.filmuletul ne arata contrariul.chiar si dupa mult timp,puiul de leu acum devenit matur,isi recuoaste fostii stapani,iar reactia leului te lasa fara cuvinte.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">avem multe de invatat de la animale dar nu vrem sa recunoastem asta ...</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxnDE_KHXdQtchX_JVVpDhADBz9pbRz8YbzQa0c6bMHdFu4TSY9YlyOl8dru9JgT233LeyW5XDNEYUghEtODg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-11147512513772342632009-01-15T19:29:00.004+02:002009-01-15T19:51:40.567+02:00O incercare de a-mi lua adio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC2VxIacQhU2Lp0Bms3x0TR0R9IkbnJm9fQMfyke3uYwwagklCIBmOiZOt9v9Lm4sK8V-0jZNzme8Vp6EgPVSpTIdT-nfkGRGCxlFcD6diA3tzjndiK-3PkaRf9WrEzjBZFdZOSAfOblf/s1600-h/P1000457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC2VxIacQhU2Lp0Bms3x0TR0R9IkbnJm9fQMfyke3uYwwagklCIBmOiZOt9v9Lm4sK8V-0jZNzme8Vp6EgPVSpTIdT-nfkGRGCxlFcD6diA3tzjndiK-3PkaRf9WrEzjBZFdZOSAfOblf/s400/P1000457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291579627795680450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Ce ar mai fi de zis acum,cand mintea mea incearca sa se opuna,cand mainile mele ezita categoric sa mai scrie cuvinte ce iti sunt adresate,cuvinte ce nu-si mai au rost.am pierdut atatea nopti,atatea zile,atatea lacrimi in zadar.pentru ce mai conteaza daca mai pierd o noapte in plus...ma las dusa pe ganduri de valurile marii ce par ca sufera cu mine.si ma poarta catre acea noapte in care imi doream doar un vis de moment.in care cautam o clipa de fericire.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">e noaptea cand te-am intalnit si credeam ca viata mea va fi frumoasa.am crezut in zambetul tau,in ochii tai.am crezut ca Dumnezeu a fost prea bun cu mine si mi-a daruit mai mult decat un "vis de moment".insa nu am stiut care imi va fi destinul.poate am gresit dorind acel vis.dar a gresi e omeneste,dar nu mai stiu ce inseamna a gresi sau unde am gresit eu...poate am gresit ca te-am iubit in felul meu.imi las durerea sa-si spuna ultimul cuvant,imi las sufletul sa se destainuie.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">dar de ce atatea cuvinte irosite,pentru cine?</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">doar ca sa imi iau adio de la tine,doar ca sa iti daruiesc ultima farama de iubire ramasa si care ma chinuie tot mai mult.doar ca sa imi eliberez sufletul de povara unei iubiri neimpartasite?sau pentru ca, cuvintele sunt obisnuite sa isi gaseasca rostul pe o foaie de hartie?nu stiu rostul acestor cuvinte,daca incep sa uit de tine,daca nu mai tin minte vocea ta,chipul tau...nu inteleg,de fapt nu ma mai recunosc.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nu inteleg de ce scriu acestea cand stiu ca nu mai are rost..cand pur si simplu e prea tarziu pentru a mai fi ceva,pentru o reintoarcere a ta in viata mea.</span>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-898540882040552917.post-15719184845524928762009-01-14T20:54:00.004+02:002009-01-16T22:36:49.756+02:00dragoste la singular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNcN1hd7eYkoeYkOx869bXq_x7VYO3VNKHWvcQNR1JS9JQ4rkP3C1_8wYIlygxZ2tci5EUqZzA_S9f-a6CwD1dRt2M7LDN-f_Aoatrf2PBir8-Tc2_IhqlY5z-otnkxXPMFvwOsasv6ew/s1600-h/IMG_0037l.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291224844583076466" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNcN1hd7eYkoeYkOx869bXq_x7VYO3VNKHWvcQNR1JS9JQ4rkP3C1_8wYIlygxZ2tci5EUqZzA_S9f-a6CwD1dRt2M7LDN-f_Aoatrf2PBir8-Tc2_IhqlY5z-otnkxXPMFvwOsasv6ew/s400/IMG_0037l.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Mi-am propus ca pot fi un alt om.ca ma pot modela din nou asa incat sa pot supravietui in zilele astea,fara sa-mi pese de nimic, si fara sa ma afecteze.Nu sunt un om de cuvant in ceea ce ma priveste.nu sunt un om perfect.cateodata tind sa ma neglijez chiar daca de multe ori stiu ca asta nu imi face bine.dar loviturile pe care le-am tot primit in ultima vreme m-au facut sa-mi pierd increderea in mine.Nu ma mai recunosc.Eram eu aia care plangea ca o fraiera pentru tot ce am avut si am pierdut?chiar daca nu am fost eu de vina,consecintele se puteau simti,si inca isi mai fac simtite prezenta in trairile mele si ajung sa zic ca chiar eu sunt de vina,pentru ca m-am increzut in prea multe vorbe,sperante.M-am schimbat foarte mult.M-am schimbat foarte mult de cand m-am mutat.Am lasat prietenii in urma,locurile in care am copilarit si pe care le vizitam plina de melanclie.m-am schimbat mult,de fapt m-au schimbat mult problemele pe care le-am intampinat aici si peste care a trebui sa trec despre care credeam ca le-am uitat si ca nu mai au cum sa-mi mai faca rau.sunt zile in care incerc sa ma gandesc numai la lucrurile frumoase care mi s-au intamplat de cand am venit aici.sunt putine,e adevarat dar imi mai lumineaza viata si ma ajuta pentru cateva momente sa uit de gandurile rele.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >zi de zi incerc sa nu ma las doborata de tristetea ce ma urmareste.zi de zi incerc sa ma mint ca am trecut peste si ca sunt un om nou.zambetul ce-l afisez in timpul zilei este ceea ce as vrea eu sa simt.ma mint singura ca mi-e bine.se compenseaza cu ce e inauntrul meu.si sincer mi-ar fi frica acum sa incerc sa caut de la ce a pornit starea asta a mea.pentru ca stiu ca nu imi voi mai putea reveni asa de usor daca voi rememora acele clipe.incerc sa dau uitarii.mintea mea imi spune ca ar trebui sa le las in urma pentru ca sunt doar parti din trecut, si sa incerc sa privesc cu optimism spre viitor, dar inima incearca de multe ori sa-mi impiedice fericirea.oare de ce?oare este din cauza ca eu inca nu ma simt in stare sa uit totul.poate rana a fost prea adanca sau poate ca nu vreau eu sa trec peste.totul s-a intamplat asa de repede,dar impactul este de lunga durata.pe timpul zilei zambetul fals incearca sa ascunda durerea ce o simt,iar seara, cand in sfarsit nu mai trebuie sa ma prefac,inima pare sa comunice cu mintea mea.ma fac sa-mi amintesc de starea mea de dinainte.melancolia ma amageste cel mai tare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >spune-mi ca nu m-ai iubit niciodata.spune-mi ca acele cuvinte amagitoare nu mi le-ai spus din suflet.spune-mi ca totul a fost o minciuna.spune-mi acele lucruri si poate asa imi voi reveni."am nevoie sa te vad.sa te aud.sa-ti spun din nou cat de mult te iubesc".strange-ma in bratele tale si nu-mi mai da drumul niciodata.vreau sa te iubesc din nou,sa te simt,sa mai pot iubi inca odata fiecare particica a ta.vreau sa fi al meu si eu numai a ta.mai spune-mi "te iubesc",mai spune-mi cuvinte de alint.alinta-ma,iubeste-ma,de asta am nevoie."my love for you was real"...cuvinte care si acum imi mai rasuna in minte. de cate ori mi-ai spus ca ma iubesti...,si acum, am cea mai mare nevoie sa imi mai zici din nou acele cuvinte cum numai tu stiai.doar ele imi pot readuce speranta si fericirea in viata mea.pentru mine tu erai motivul pentru care traiam.tu erai motivul pentru care ma trezeam dimineata cu dorinta de a auzi sa de a-ti spune"te iubesc".ma hraneam cu dragostea ta.traiam pentru dragostea ta.eram toata a ta si tu stiai asta.am trecut prin multe impreuna.avem foarte multe amintiri impreuna.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >acum platesc pentru tot ceea ce am facut.pentru tot ceea ce am crezut ca am cladit impreuna.pentru un simplu vis care acum a disparut.am revenit cu picioarele pe pamant,in speranta ca imi voi reveni din acel somn lung.mi-as dori sa inchid ochii si sa revin in lumea viselor.dar de data asta pentru totdeauna.sa ma pot bucura ca sunt a ta si ca tu esti al meu.sa-mi pot imagina ca voi fi intotdeauna cu tine si ca ne vom iubi fara ca nimeni altcineva sa mai intervina.si voi pleca in acea lume a viselor,in care voi fi doar eu traind la nesfarsit acele amintiri,macar asa voi fi fericita pentru totdeauna,si voi sti ca te voi avea pentru totdeauna...vom fi unul pentru celalalt...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >zi de zi incerc sa dau uitarii dragostea ce ti-am purtat-o.pentru un moment chiar credeam ca te-am uitat.dar tu reusesti de fiecare data sa reapari in peisaj,in inima mea,in mintea mea.din pacate nu te voi putea uita niciodata.asa cum ti-am mai zis:lucrurile din jurul meu imi amintesc de tine,te simt oriunde langa mine,esti mereu in mintea mea...ti-am gresit...mi-ai gresit...am vrut sa se termine totul...Dumnezeu mi-e martor ca am vrut sa te uit...dar nu m-am putut lupta cu inima...</span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwStFI7Wms9hExyKCNvbc0ycUPWwCJNWuzm7-ZEgq7xV-0sOu7erbTZiytMZmcJKX3nlQuT2b3eWJcMmdZ55Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Haralambie Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04362311815028679599noreply@blogger.com0