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ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu stiu de ce anume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poate sunt un copil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si gandesc atat de prost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tot ce mi'as dori sa fiu stiu ca nu as putea fi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mereu cand stau si ma gandesc mai profund&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ceva in mine, care vrea sa fie negativist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma simt bine cand scriu, ma alina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La fel si muzica, singurele impotriva singuratatii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stiu ca ele nu o sa ma lase niciodata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ele gasesti tot ce vrei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scriu aici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scriu prostii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scriu ca sa citesc peste ceva vreme si sa rad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu vreau sa intru iar intr'o depresie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vreau sa ma simt libera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa numai ii fac pe cei din jurul meu sa'mi spuna: Tu chiar esti proasta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da chiar sunt...dar nu am nevoie de vorbele astea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cel putin nu acum, nu azi, nu la ora asta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stiu ca va fi bine, defapt e bine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma uit in jurul meu, dar realizez ca ma uit intr'un gol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunt cuvintele care pentru mine mai demult erau tot ce mi'am dorit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acum ma dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oare de ce sunt eu asa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-7789663628880065871?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/7789663628880065871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=7789663628880065871' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/7789663628880065871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Unii au creste, altii sint vegetarieni, unii sint anarhisti, iar altii sint "skateri" sau de alte orientari sportivo-spirituale. Stau si ma intreb unde mai sunt barierele si elementele comune intre toti acesti indivizi cu perceptii mai mult sau mai putin declara a fi punkisti, dar ce inseamna de fapt a fi punkist?&lt;br /&gt;Cunoastem ca generatia anilor '80 din Anglia si Statele Unite a fost o generatie care nega totul, se opunea statului si tuturor lucrurilorconventionale. Da, a fost o vreme a rebeliunilor. Dar eu vreau sa pun o intrebare acum: este de ajuns sa fii „anti"? Cati dintre voi puteti sa-miraspundeti sincer la aceasta intrebare?&lt;br /&gt;Scrierea aceasta se vrea un semnal de alarma fata de ce a ajuns miscarea punk din Romania, tara unde ea nici macar nu s-a dezvoltat calumea .&lt;br /&gt;De ce credeti ca miscarea punk inseamna numai betii, droguri, sex si voie buna? Refuz sa cred ca suntem doar niste vagabonzi cuinfatisare neconventionala. Putem sa facem si lucruri utile! Sa aratam lumii ca indiferent de infatisare noi nu suntem niste oameni rai.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa trecem peste vesnicele probleme vis a vis de ce muzica ascultata de altii, trebuie sa vedem ce putem face in mod real pentru noi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot crede ca unii in numele punkului se lupta pentru unele ideologii nationaliste care in secolul XXI nu isi mai au rostul. Nu pot fi deacord cu unele idei invechite despre anarhism. Prieteni, evocarea lui Bakunin si instigarea spre ura nu-si mai are locul acum, intr-osocietate care se vrea moderna. Noi, in calitate de punkisti trebuie sa ne gasim locul in societate ca o forta de opozitie CONSTRUCTIVA peplan politico-cultural. Nu trebuie sa ne amagim la nesfirsit cu ideologii ale secolului XIX, pentru ca ele au fost elaborate impotrivaoranduielilor monarhiilor absolute ale Europei dinaintea iluminismului. Libertatea este un lucru suprem, e adevarat, dar trebuie sa luptampentru ea cu cap. Nici un lucru nobil nu s-a obtinut si nu se va obtine cu violenta. Violenta inseamna radicalizarea oamenilor impotrivanoastra.&lt;br /&gt;Fiti destepti, fiti constructivi.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa vedem ce putem face pentru a fi uniti, sa ne corelam activitatile. Sa incercam sa construim.&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa construim?&lt;br /&gt;Sa aratam intr-o lume bolnava ca noua nu ne pasa de granite, de natiuni, ca oamenii, prietenia sunt mai puternice ca barierele etnice, caputem trai in armonie unii cu altii, ca ne pasa de mediul inconjurator, ca avem cultura, ca ne putem compara cu oamenii „normali" (normalipentru cine? Chiar si distinctia asta „sucks") si putem chiar fi mai buni ca ei, ca nu suntem pleava societatii. Sa le aratam ca nu suntemcondusi de droguri si bautura, ca putem sa GANDIM si putem sa FACEM CEVA.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie adus in plin plan spiritul liber si autodeterminarea morala, trebuie organizate actiuni culturale, infiintate formatii, editate fanzine,trebuie dezvoltat spiritul „do it yourself" in sensul util si pozitiv al cuvantului.&lt;br /&gt;Putem sa aratam si sa ne dovedim noua insine ca noi iubim mai mult libertatea decat uram opresiunea, pentru ca dorinta de libertate estemai puternica decat ura.&lt;br /&gt;Putem sa schimbam atitudinea punkistului cel agresiv si ratat in cel care la nevoie ar putea si ar vrea sa ajute un orb sa treaca strada.&lt;br /&gt;Formatiile de punk care se chinuie in lupta cu delasarea criticii muzicale din Romania si se zbat in asa-zisul „underground" (pe care eu ilnumesc mai degraba anonimat, desi s-ar putea sa supar pe unii spunind asta) ar trebui respectate pentru ca ele incearca sa faca ceva, sadea glas nemultumirii voastre. Ele VA REPREZINTA PE VOI. Este foarte descurajant cand ele incearca sa transpuna muzical nevoilevoastre si voi preferati sa va beti bauturile pe-afara neplatind acea suma modica la intrarea cate unui concert. Acei oameni care se chinuiesa invete sa cante la un instrument si vor sa cante punk, o fac de dragul acestei muzici si al acestei idei. Daca ei voiau faima ar fi putut sase apuce de orice alt gen care sa le aduca bani…&lt;br /&gt;Acest lucru ar trebui sa va dea de gandit! Iar cei 20 000 de lei pe care vi-i cer nu vor fi investiti in masini sau bijuterii fara rost, ci ininstrumente sau pentru editarea unor albume care in final tot voua va vor face placere. Este usor sa critici inexistenta multor formatii de punkautohton, fara insa a acorda cel mai mic sprijin al acestora putine care sunt. Organizatorii de concerte, la fel ca si formatiile, sunt oamenicare incearca sa faca mai mult decat doar a se declara punkisti. Si ei se straduiesc sa aduca tara asta in circuitul punk europeanWebmasterii care aduna toata informatia punk pe Internet si creaza loc pentru noi stiri si discutii, nu o fac pentru vreun castig anume, cipentru ca fiecare lupta in felul lui pentru a aduce punkul intr-o lumina mai buna. Si atunci de ce oamenii acestia sunt blamati? Nimeni nueste perfect dar macar unii incearca sa ajute cu ceva aceasta idee, acest sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;Adevarata atitudine este reprezentata de unitate si de constructivism si nu de imaginea punkistului cersetor si scandalagiu pe care unii seambitioneaza sa o perceapa si sa o perpetueze ca fiind singura imagine valida.&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca o creasta mai impresionanta sau hainele mai jerpelite ne ajuta neaparat sa fim mai „anti" sau mai respectati in mediile punk, safim mai neaosi decat „ei". Acest lucru trebuie sa ramana la latitudinea individului si nu trebuie sa fie o regula. Un crestos nu este obligatoriumai punkist decat unul cu freza „normala". De multe ori s-a adeverit contrariul. La fel, un crestos nu inseamna neaparat ca este un gunoi.De asemenea s-a dovedit de multe ori contrariul. De aceea nu pot fi de acord ca hainele si freza reprezinta in sine o ideologie. Oamenii suntoameni, indiferent de felul cum se imbraca, de culoarea pielii, de limba vorbita, indiferent de divinitatea adorata sau de preferintele sexuale.Oamenii sunt oameni si trebuie sa ramana oameni. Mintea individului trebuie sa fie determinanta, o minte sanatoasa si capabila. Capabilapentru o revolutie. Nu o revolutie violenta, ci una bazata pe cultura, mentalitate si toleranta???&lt;br /&gt;The old punk is dead&lt;br /&gt;The new punk is born&lt;br /&gt;Now !&lt;br /&gt;Old punk is dead&lt;br /&gt;New punk is born&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;Lori della Haos, UGTMasemanatoare. Toti se declara a fi punkisti, dar ce inseamna de fapt a fi punkist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miscareapunk.3x.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Http://miscareapunk.3x.ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-2683528606426465814?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/2683528606426465814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=2683528606426465814' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/2683528606426465814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/2683528606426465814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-ce-antiglobalizare-ce-este.html' title='Manifest Punk'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-40091368391152054</id><published>2008-02-01T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:49:37.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare?</title><content type='html'>Nu vreau sa ma lasi, nu vreau sa uiti, nu vreau sa pleci...vreau sa ma vrei pentru ceea ce sunt! Daca sunt o simpla fata, daca sunt o simpla blonda, daca sunt o simpla copila...atunci ia'ma de mana! Hai...ridica'ma de jos! Am nevoie de un: Te iubesc! din partea ta...Sunt aici, pentru tine. Oare numai vrei sa ma vezi? Sau numai vrei sa ma iubesti. Spune'mi sa'mi inchid ochii si saruta'ma. Chiar daca nu mai simti nimic, al tau ma face sa prind puteri si sa nu ma lase jos...in prabusirea in care altii m'au scufundat. Doar noi doi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pana la urma pentru cine dracu tot scriu eu atat? Oricum nu e nimeni in jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu pot face pe nimeni sa ma iubeasca asa cum sunt eu, in felul meu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu atunci de ce iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: esti cea mai dragalasa fata pe bune&lt;br /&gt;Laur said:&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: sa sti ca ar trebui fetele din ziua de azi sa invete de la tine&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: de la caracterul tau&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: da esti u zapacita si aeriana&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: da ai un fond al caracterului si o personalitate demna de invidiat&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: meriti multe&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.:&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: da...&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: dar...&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: o lacrima ajunge....&lt;br /&gt;Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: ea ma face inutila&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: sterge toata imaginea creata de tine&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: sunt om ca toti ceilalti&lt;br /&gt;.Fuck meee I'm famous:x.: gresesc si iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: tocmai asta te face mai speciala&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: faptul ca iubesti&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: faptul ca ai principii&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: si nu iti tradezi prietenii&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: chit ca ai fost tradata&lt;br /&gt;Laur said: nu te-ai razbunat pe toata lumea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc Laur ca esti cu mine si ma ajuti sa trec peste! Te iubesc mult, amice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-40091368391152054?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/40091368391152054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=40091368391152054' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/40091368391152054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/40091368391152054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/02/oare.html' title='Oare?'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-6520357876738171939</id><published>2008-01-26T00:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:17:16.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minte Bolnava</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mii de culori si viata-i un pacat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma sedeaza clipele, secundele se misca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langa tine, oricine n-ar putea sta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esti doar o minte bolnava in viata ta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As putea striga, as putea pleca, as putea misca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buza de sus cu ritmul de a spune ceva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar nu ma deranjez, de langa tine vreau sa plec.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puterea noptii infrange amintirea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usa si fereastra se zbat pentru dezamagirea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nu...nu...numai pot sa rezist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langa tine sunt un om trist!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plange cerul, plang norii, dar eu numai plang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M'am saturat, discursul tau sa-l ascult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acum numai stiu, esti tu? Sau sunt in pustiu?&lt;br /&gt;Dar vreau sa uit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vreau sa ma mint...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te ascult...taci, numai spune niciun cuvant!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma doare ce ai spus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleaca! Soarele a apus!&lt;/em&gt;&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/568322678818090363-6520357876738171939?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/6520357876738171939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=6520357876738171939' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/6520357876738171939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/6520357876738171939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/minte-bolnava.html' title='Minte Bolnava'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-1023779046401701731</id><published>2008-01-23T16:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:20:36.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestii</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai sa impodobim bradul din camera mea, sau mai bine impodobeste'mi mie trupul cu sentimentele tale. Inveleste'l in albul mintii tale nebune. Scufunda'l in adancul inimii rosii si scoate'l de acolo. Se va bucura!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mai tii minte? Respiratia si trupul meu in patul tau...Iubirea si cearceafurile umede...Increderea si mana transpirata...? Se bucura si vremea de afara cu stropi mari de ploaie pentru noi. Mai tii minte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu lasati pe cineva sa va ia ce aveti si nici voi sa nu lasati vreodata sa vi se ia ceea ce vi s-a dat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mai tii minte cand imi sarutai mainile si cand spuneai ca iti place pielea mea fina? Dar stii cand iti ziceam ca ador totul la tine si te sarutam usor pe gat?totul e un &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;compromis&lt;/span&gt;: Suferim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oare eu ce'mi doresc? De ce nu sunt atat de matura incat sa inteleg? De ce sunt atat de mica? De ce sufar atat de mult?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Te'ai putea trezi intr'un minus infinit. Bombardat de toate problemele, lasat jos...fara nimeni, dar aminteste'ti ca mereu voi fi aici...pentru tine, orice ar fi. E bine cand speranta nu moare in tine, si continui sa visezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-1023779046401701731?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/1023779046401701731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=1023779046401701731' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1023779046401701731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1023779046401701731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/chestii.html' title='Chestii'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-5190354483803601418</id><published>2008-01-23T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:08:56.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulburarea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R5dBpd3QpeI/AAAAAAAAABo/odPjcfFudAQ/s1600-h/Picture(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158664078823040482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R5dBpd3QpeI/AAAAAAAAABo/odPjcfFudAQ/s200/Picture(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La inceput credeam ca va dura pt totdeauna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stim ca totul acum, s'a terminat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Predand sentimentele reci...pietrei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noaptea se scufunda-n luna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siroaie de picaturi se prelingeau pe obrazul orbirii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frunzele inspirau aerul tau toxic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inima mea batea tare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inhala si ea toxicul din tine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma dureau toate cand respiram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma apasa ceva pe piept,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era cuprins si curcubeul in vis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E semnul sperantei, ma ajuta sa trec peste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parea lin totul in jur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu se auzea nicio suflare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar ai tulburat linistea cu suflarea ta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tot ce a fost, a trecut...ca o simpla joaca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M'am saturat sa sper si totusi o fac!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi place sa visez, desi nu se va intampla!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oare daca nu credeam in ce a fost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi era mai bine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-5190354483803601418?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/5190354483803601418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=5190354483803601418' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5190354483803601418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5190354483803601418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/tulburarea.html' title='Tulburarea'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R5dBpd3QpeI/AAAAAAAAABo/odPjcfFudAQ/s72-c/Picture(51).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-8196860440898305468</id><published>2008-01-21T22:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:17:01.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma simt pierduta-n ganduri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valurile sperantei ma ajuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa trec peste tot ce tu ai ingropat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trupul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai da-mi o sansa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai traiesc eu, ci traiesti tu in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acel sentiment pur cum ca iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e foarte dor de tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa nu o mai spun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii cat ma doare, stii prea bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-8196860440898305468?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/8196860440898305468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=8196860440898305468' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/8196860440898305468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tine&lt;br /&gt;Ma face sa ma simt mult mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Spre tine ma i'a un rece fior&lt;br /&gt;Un cub de gheata mi se face mana&lt;br /&gt;Inima e rasturnata de durere&lt;br /&gt;Furat este gandul fericirii.&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna o sa fie nebunii nebuniei&lt;br /&gt;Unghiile'mi sunt inlacrimate&lt;br /&gt;Cerul colorat ma deprima&lt;br /&gt;Spre'un alt decor, trupul meu s'alina&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine, pe'o plaja fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Nisipul se scutura pe trupul meu&lt;br /&gt;Fulgul de nea, iti atingea gura.&lt;br /&gt;Purtat de un val din marea ochilor&lt;br /&gt;Te'ai indragostit nebuneste de ea,&lt;br /&gt;Ai parasit'o, iar ea te iubea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu o mai lasa sa spere&lt;br /&gt;Du'te copile la ea!&lt;br /&gt;Te asteapta, te iubeste...te vrea&lt;br /&gt;E o fiinta nebuna care iubeste imaginea ta.&lt;br /&gt;A crezut ca ai un singur tel cu ea&lt;br /&gt;Credea ca vrei doar s'o arzi&lt;br /&gt;Ti'a zis: "Pleaca din viata mea!"&lt;br /&gt;Dar fraiere, ea te vrea...&lt;br /&gt;Intoarce'te...te va astepta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-5502655952002961423?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/5502655952002961423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=5502655952002961423' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5502655952002961423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5502655952002961423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/povestea-celor-doi-copii.html' title='Povestea celor doi copii'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-8967421352087310190</id><published>2008-01-13T22:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:12:06.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p26RPD7GI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDjkFylQW58/s1600-h/DSCF0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155063466910018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p26RPD7GI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDjkFylQW58/s200/DSCF0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Si plecarea-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i un raspuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ma tem ca o sa faci ce ai spus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ma pierd in trupul tau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Si uit de ceea ce a fost al meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ar trebui sa tac, sa numai vorbesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sa plec, sa uit tot ce a ramas fara sens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ma uit spre usa...De ce-ai plecat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Credeai ca-mi faci un bine, dar mi-ai facut un rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Te impiedici de sentimentul trecutului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Te iubesc si acum, sentimentul prezentului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Curand lumea va apune-n mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cuvintele se-neaca spre soare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Totul e pustiu, totul rasare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O singura iubire, o singura uitare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-8967421352087310190?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/8967421352087310190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=8967421352087310190' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/8967421352087310190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/8967421352087310190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/curand.html' title='Curand'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p26RPD7GI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDjkFylQW58/s72-c/DSCF0777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-6687972946447777814</id><published>2008-01-13T22:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:10:33.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siroaie reci ale apei ma strang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frigul scoate sughituri si eu incep sa plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt aici, langa un mal trist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apa curge, minutele se duc, dar as vrea sa numai smulg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iarba bruna s-a stins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Focul cuprinzandu'ma credeam ca s-a aprins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacatul m-a atins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stiam ca nu va mai fi zi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Va fi intunericul subred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma va imbratisa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma va iubi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma va apara...&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/568322678818090363-6687972946447777814?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/6687972946447777814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=6687972946447777814' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/6687972946447777814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/6687972946447777814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/ma-strange.html' title='Ma strange'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-1381556232606148084</id><published>2008-01-13T22:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:07:37.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma leaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p0fBPD7FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m51-AKxaYIg/s1600-h/DSCF0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155060799735327826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p0fBPD7FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m51-AKxaYIg/s200/DSCF0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ma simt intr'un gol imens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Iar tu joci un rol cu interes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Am picat in piesa ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Si m'am simtit prabusindu'ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fara sa'ntreb unde sunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Am plecat spre un drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Visul m'a sedat usor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fara sa ma lase sa zbor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Caci nu a vrut sa te infrunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Stia ca's slaba si ma voi lasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inselata de aparenta ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Totusi am vrut sa sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Si sa cred ca nu o sa ma mai pierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dar nu, a fost in zadar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tu, n'ai venit...dar a fost mai prost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nu voiam sa ma mai chinui langa tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-1381556232606148084?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/1381556232606148084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=1381556232606148084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1381556232606148084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1381556232606148084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/ma-leaga.html' title='Ma leaga'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4p0fBPD7FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m51-AKxaYIg/s72-c/DSCF0775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-5653604472031944342</id><published>2008-01-13T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:28:26.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As putea colora norii in negru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As putea face ziua noapte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;M-as trezi din negura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dar nu te'as putea pierde in prapastie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am creat lumea dupa cum ai vrut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mi'ai modelat viata cum ai putut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As fi stiut si as fi mers mult mai bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daca n'ai fi existat tu...tu pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am plecat cu un gand rece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si ploaia a scuturat amintirea iernii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah...ce n'as da sa fi din nou al meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si vantul, gandul sa'l ghicesti tu mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hai, zi'mi! M'ai stai mult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pentru ce vrei sa ma chinui atat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hai, te rog, nu te mai indupleca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Asculta'ma cand iti spun: Pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stii ca vodca din camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;S'a absorbit si'a devenit dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Te asteapta ca sa vii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;S'apari la usa inimii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ei, eu aici...De ce te mai astept?&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui o data sa ies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sa uit inima ta fara mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sper, sper ma, ca o sa fie mai bine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-5653604472031944342?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/5653604472031944342/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=5653604472031944342' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5653604472031944342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/5653604472031944342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-putea-colora-norii-in-negru-as-putea.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-2342376589748038682</id><published>2008-01-11T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:55:10.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfarsitul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4fXpYUzg0I/AAAAAAAAABI/-DDJISk-ReU/s1600-h/Picture(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154325404453143362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4fXpYUzg0I/AAAAAAAAABI/-DDJISk-ReU/s200/Picture(33).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: spune ceva, orice, ce simti, ce gandesti, primul lucru care iti trece prin cap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: te iubesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: esti sigura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: scuze....nu trebuia sa'ti zik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: tu ma innebunesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: dc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si el a raspuns: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te intrebi daca te iubesc? nu stiu cum ai putea crede ca NU o fac. La dracu, crezi ca eu nu regret ca am ajuns aici? am facut ce am simtit nevoia sa fac atunci, eu nu las pe nimeni sa imi care problemele, nu am facut asta niciodata! Chit ca a fost mama, tata cel mai bun prieten sau tu! Eu ma despartisem de ea ca sa fiu cu tine! Eu nu m-am impacat cu ea decat atunci cand m-am trezit jos, bombardat din toate partile de probleme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presiuni, tensiuni...toate au fost minciuni, ea il iubea, iar el o mintea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-2342376589748038682?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/2342376589748038682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=2342376589748038682' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/2342376589748038682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/2342376589748038682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2008/01/sfarsitul.html' title='Sfarsitul'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R4fXpYUzg0I/AAAAAAAAABI/-DDJISk-ReU/s72-c/Picture(33).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-4696380979382040855</id><published>2007-12-26T00:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:51:07.772+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Visul este atat de necesar. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stiu ca sunt o piedica in viata ta, stiu ca am gresit mult in fata ta, dar am dat tot ce era mai bun din mine. Nu te'am facut sa te simti asa cum vroiai, nu ti'am spus ce vroiai tu sa auzi, nu te'am alintat asa cum meritai...dar te'am iubit cum am stiut eu cel mai bine s'o fac. La inceput...primul "te iubesc" a fost asa, nesemnificativ...dar mi'am dat seama ca fara tine am ramas doar cu o minte ce gandeste mult mai matur decat varsta. E bine ca mai ajutat sa trec prin asta, am invatat sa fiu altfel, sa nu ma dau batuta...iubirea exista! Desi am spus de multe ori ca ea nu exista, dar exista...atunci de ce toti spun: "te iubesc"? Are un rol important, dar niciodata tu n'ai simtit dragostea in adevaratul sens, sau cu siguranta daca ai simtit'o asa cum e ea in realitate suferi ca mine sau poate chiar mai mult. Pentru ea exista un leac: Visarea. Da. Ajuta. Treci. Ierti. Uiti. Dar doare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cel mai urat lucru este: Sa traiesti in realitate, dar mai urat este sa o accepti.&lt;/em&gt;&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/568322678818090363-4696380979382040855?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/4696380979382040855/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=4696380979382040855' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/4696380979382040855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/4696380979382040855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2007/12/visele.html' title='Visele'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-1016270160831327259</id><published>2007-12-25T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:19:06.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doi tineri (dupa un caz real)</title><content type='html'>Buna! Intra in camera, vin si eu in 2 minute. Multumesc ca ai venit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa te asezi pe canapea, daca nu esti stresat si vrei sa vorbim mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Stii...uite, te'am chemat ca sa'ti spun ca...da...cred ca te gandesti ce gandesc eu acum...Sper sa nu te superi prea tare dar...as vrea sa...nu stiu cum sa iti spun, cum sa incep ca sa ne fie mai bine, nu vrea sa te ranesc, doar as vrea sa ne... of mi'e atat de greu...dar tu? De ce stai si ma asculti atat de tacut? De ce nu spui nimic? Hai...urla la mine, spune'mi sa zic o data ce vreau sa spun, energeaza'te, agita'te...Hai! Ce faci? Tu mai ai de gand sa stai mut? De ce nu vorbesti? De ce nu tipi putin la mine asa cum faceai de fiecare data. Ce? Nu ti'am dat motiv ca ma balbai...Pana acum de fiecare data incepeai sa zbieri si iti vedeam coardele vocale cum se zbat in gat...si cum parca vor sa iasa. Nici eu nu stiam de ce te repezi asa la mine. Uite, hai sa nu o mai lungim...eu vreau ca noi sa ne...sa ne...petrecem...staiiii!!!! Ce urlii asa la mine de fericire? De ce ma iei in brate? Stai mai...nici nu ti'am zis! Ce ai crezut de esti atat de fericit? Stai maaa...nu plange! Of ce ai? Ce ti'am facut? sau...cu ce am gresit? Hai zi'mi...of! Hai azi...ok ok...Macar te'ai mai linistit? Pot sa continui? Ok...da vorbeste si tu, numai da din cap...Ce nu? Nu poti? De ce? Ca nu vrei? mda...Bine ca ma lasi sa vorbesc de una singura, in fine! As vrea ca noi 2 sa ne petrecem o noapte fierbinte impreuna. Uite m'am gandit la noi 2 foarte bine si stiu ca iti doresti foarte mult sa o facem...si am hotarat sa o facem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce zici la anul de ziua ta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-1016270160831327259?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/1016270160831327259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568322678818090363&amp;postID=1016270160831327259' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1016270160831327259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568322678818090363/posts/default/1016270160831327259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/2007/12/doi-tineri-dupa-un-caz-real.html' title='Doi tineri (dupa un caz real)'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729651224202934977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/Sag-iL8zW_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bO1nKdHkqmE/S220/Fotografii-0139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568322678818090363.post-7660935617459416485</id><published>2007-12-22T23:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:06:31.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As putea'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R22HVJ-pZmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vcZEBlDouUs/s1600-h/1iepBV260668-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146918746680026722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8w8mv2xwxc/R22HVJ-pZmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vcZEBlDouUs/s320/1iepBV260668-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea preface lumea intr'un Glob.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa te strig pe nume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea urla pana la celalalt capat al lumii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea aprinde in noapte un sentiment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa fac din tine tot ce vreau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa'mi fac griji.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa cedez orgoliului.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa te uit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa nu te mai iubesc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa fac dintr'un strop de ploaie o inima mare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa compun versuri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa iti ofer un sarut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa'ti ofer o noapte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma culc in bratele tale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa'ti colorez trecutul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa omor prezentul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa sterg visul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea risipi stresul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea aseza soarele in locul lunii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma prefac ca totul e OK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa mananc ciocolata de pe jos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa prefac viitorul tau intr'un infern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa te urasc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa te tradez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma simt umilita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma simt injosita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma simt iertata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma simt dezamagita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa ma simt pierduta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa plec.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa uit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa aduc vara inapoi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa fac poze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa rad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa imi intep inima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa fiu tot ce ai vrea tu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa fiu ce n'am fost niciodata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai putea fi...dragostea mea infecta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt dependenta incep sa tin la tine...si totusi te uit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As putea sa incep din nou cu "as putea", dar stii ca nu pot...te ador!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totusi mai bine pleci!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568322678818090363-7660935617459416485?l=nuexista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuexista.blogspot.com/feeds/7660935617459416485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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