<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469</id><updated>2012-02-08T08:05:49.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nerostitele cuvinte...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4574836298714675526</id><published>2012-02-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:46:53.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vazut cineva pe unde ratacesc?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJi_Of_fGc/TzAuBMLCtmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2LoXByvribk/s1600/300453_235727893151039_169207526469743_675583_1113729212_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJi_Of_fGc/TzAuBMLCtmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2LoXByvribk/s200/300453_235727893151039_169207526469743_675583_1113729212_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706111325860705890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceata. Plutesc in incertitudini si adevari deformate. Vreau sa castig o lupta, dar n-am putere sa lupt.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau totul si nimic in acelasi timp. Ma afund in activitati, si ma pierd in detalii lipsite de importanta. Traiesc prezentul privind mereu in oglinda trecutului. Merg inainte cu privirea intoarsa si incerc sa evit greselile anterioare. Cand ma plicisesc incerc sa aduc lumina si speranta in locuri din cele mai pustii. Ma abat de la orice drum ma indrepta spre liman, si ma incapatanez sa curat prezentul cu valurile inca tulburi ale trecutului. Trist e ca nu-mi amintesc din trecut oameni sau intamplari, ci suferinta.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa ma protejez, construindu-mi o carapace care nu ma caracterizeaza si care-mi slabeste increderea in mine si in ceilalti. Vorbesc despre mine, si nu ma recunosc. Nu, clar nu sunt eu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4574836298714675526?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4574836298714675526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2012/02/vazut-cineva-pe-unde-ratacesc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4574836298714675526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4574836298714675526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2012/02/vazut-cineva-pe-unde-ratacesc.html' title='A vazut cineva pe unde ratacesc?!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJi_Of_fGc/TzAuBMLCtmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2LoXByvribk/s72-c/300453_235727893151039_169207526469743_675583_1113729212_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2967210078533179192</id><published>2012-01-12T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:18:40.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subscriu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4FfSjOAbUg/Tw7PeHtb4aI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rdmrRhvAgUE/s1600/491d4100d50d4948b5da11ab70f349c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4FfSjOAbUg/Tw7PeHtb4aI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rdmrRhvAgUE/s200/491d4100d50d4948b5da11ab70f349c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696718695042900386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu am puterea sa astept, sa pastrez distanta, sa pretind dovezi, sa fiu rezervata si rabdatoare in convingerea ca, daca intr-adevar mi-a iesit in cale o mare iubire, atunci isi va gasi puterea sa mi se arate, intreaga, desavarsita. M-am multumit cu franturi de viata si am pus, in locul adevarurilor care n-au existat niciodata, setea mea de iubire. In cautarile mele, m-am ratacit urmarind himere a caror dragoste mi-a otravit inima. In incercarile mele disperate de-a nu mai lasa timpul sa treaca fara noima, nu am facut altceva decat sa-mi irosesc anii din urma. &lt;br /&gt;Dar am invatat un singur lucru cu folos: sa nu mai caut, si sa nu mai astept. Sa nu mai cred, si sa nu mai cercetez. Sa am credinta ca marile miracole, revelatiile sfinte si marile iubiri ti se arata intregi, in toata splendoarea, in toata stralucirea lor, fara sa fie nevoie sa le urmaresti sau sa scotocesti dupa ele. Marile iubiri sunt precum rasaritul ori ploaia, precum curcubeul. Sunt ca primavara asta de dincolo de geam, care ti se arata fara sa o strigi, fara s-o chemi, stiind ca n-ai cum sa nu-i simti lumina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Dragostea e un bonsai, Alice Nastase }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2967210078533179192?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2967210078533179192/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2012/01/subscriu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2967210078533179192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2967210078533179192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2012/01/subscriu.html' title='Subscriu!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4FfSjOAbUg/Tw7PeHtb4aI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rdmrRhvAgUE/s72-c/491d4100d50d4948b5da11ab70f349c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-888904929389537010</id><published>2011-12-19T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T04:47:18.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moare cate putin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jafSo9CuojQ/Tu8yOliaExI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9EbeF_dv9Mo/s1600/298833_263781780322479_100000719774040_910778_920653310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jafSo9CuojQ/Tu8yOliaExI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9EbeF_dv9Mo/s200/298833_263781780322479_100000719774040_910778_920653310_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820080568210194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul &lt;br /&gt;obisnuintei, urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectorii; &lt;br /&gt;... cine nu-si schimba existenta; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu risca sa construiasca ceva nou; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu vorbeste cu oamenii pe care nu-i cunoaste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si face din televiziune un guru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine evita pasiunea, &lt;br /&gt;cine prefera negrul pe alb si punctele pe "i" in locul unui &lt;br /&gt;vartej de emotii, acele emotii care invata ochii &lt;br /&gt;sa staluceasca, oftatul sa surada si care elibereaza &lt;br /&gt;sentimentele inimii. &lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine nu pleaca atunci cand este nefericit in lucrul sau; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu risca certul pentru incert pentru a-si indeplini un vis; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu-si permite macar o data in viata sa nu asculte sfaturile "responsabile". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine nu calatoreste; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu citeste; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu asculta muzica; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu cauta harul din el insusi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si distruge dragostea; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu se lasa ajutat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si petrece zilele plangandu-si de mila si &lt;br /&gt;detestand ploaia care nu mai inceteaza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine abandoneaza un proiect inainte de a-l fi inceput; &lt;br /&gt;cine nu intreaba de frica sa nu se faca de ras si &lt;br /&gt;cine nu raspunde chiar daca cunoaste intrebarea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitam moartea cate putin, amintindu-ne intotdeauna ca &lt;br /&gt;"a fi viu" cere un efort mult mai mare decat simplul fapt de a respira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar rabdarea cuminte ne va face sa cucerim o fericire splendida. &lt;br /&gt;Totul depinde de cum o traim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa te infierbanti, infierbanta-te la soare &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa inseli, inseala-ti stomacul &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa plangi, plange de bucurie &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa minti, minte in privinta varstei tale &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa furi, fura o sarutare &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa pierzi, pierde-ti frica &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa simti foame, simte foame de iubire &lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa doresti sa fii fericit, doreste-ti asta in fiecare zi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-888904929389537010?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/888904929389537010/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/12/moare-cate-putin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/888904929389537010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/888904929389537010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/12/moare-cate-putin.html' title='Moare cate putin'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jafSo9CuojQ/Tu8yOliaExI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9EbeF_dv9Mo/s72-c/298833_263781780322479_100000719774040_910778_920653310_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-8748650613268224700</id><published>2011-11-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:31:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pure love ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbHHZB7qJE8/TsDQ1VehazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7x3nxEn_yo/s1600/Standing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbHHZB7qJE8/TsDQ1VehazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7x3nxEn_yo/s200/Standing-in-the-rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674765145203632946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in love with someone even if you know you can't be together in future is like standing in rain and you know you will be sick but still you stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-8748650613268224700?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8748650613268224700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/staying-in-love-with-someone-even-if.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8748650613268224700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8748650613268224700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/staying-in-love-with-someone-even-if.html' title='This is pure love ?!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbHHZB7qJE8/TsDQ1VehazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7x3nxEn_yo/s72-c/Standing-in-the-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-3451248569062850783</id><published>2011-11-07T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:35:15.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Când schimbi felul în care privești lucrurile, lucrurile pe care le privești se schimbă :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MYClbxTv4A&amp;feature=share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-3451248569062850783?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/3451248569062850783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/cand-schimbi-felul-in-care-privesti.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3451248569062850783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3451248569062850783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/cand-schimbi-felul-in-care-privesti.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2823589314237377683</id><published>2011-11-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:35:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simt ca am  crescut putin :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diVBNCrTGfw/Tq_uuDb0S6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_wkRBJXmhEs/s1600/IMG00836-20111101-1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diVBNCrTGfw/Tq_uuDb0S6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_wkRBJXmhEs/s320/IMG00836-20111101-1155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670012930846116770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am facut 23 de ani. Nici nu stiu cand s-a intamplat asta. Sunt dezamagita de unele persoane si placut surprinsa de gesturile altora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa trasform durerea in experienta si o sa merg mai departe! La multi ani mie :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2823589314237377683?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2823589314237377683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/simt-ca-am-crescut-putin.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2823589314237377683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2823589314237377683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/11/simt-ca-am-crescut-putin.html' title='simt ca am  crescut putin :-)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diVBNCrTGfw/Tq_uuDb0S6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_wkRBJXmhEs/s72-c/IMG00836-20111101-1155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-3962582353617014553</id><published>2011-10-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:33:29.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre iubire….in diferitele ei forme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykTuzajCQKA/Tp7eVTmr07I/AAAAAAAAANo/NaV7BDCW9p8/s1600/pure%252520love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykTuzajCQKA/Tp7eVTmr07I/AAAAAAAAANo/NaV7BDCW9p8/s320/pure%252520love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665209838899811250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inceput am iubit glasul suav al mamei. Nu eram constienta de prea multe, dar sunt sigura ca ma linistea si ma facea sa ma simt protejata si iubita. &lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi amintesc  foarte multe lucruri din copilaria mea, dar stiu ca am crescut iubind natura, respirand aer proaspat si miresme de flori din gradina bunicilor, jucandu-ma in tarana, alergand dupa fluturi pe camp si iubind orice forma de viata….&lt;br /&gt;Am crescut cunoscand traditiile, invatand sa respect si sa zambesc la soare.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa parinti, bunici, rude si natura….l-am iubit pe Mos Craciun. Retraiesc si acum acele emotii puternice ce ma cuprindeau in ajun. Eram speriata si fericita in acelasi timp. Tremuram de emotie cand se deschidea poarta , si cand il vedeam in holul mare din casa bunicilor. &lt;br /&gt;Eram nerabdatoare sa-i spun poezia, pe care o repetam la nesfarsit cu cateva zile inainte. Iar momentul in care desfaceam cadourile era ceva mai presus de cuvinte. Il petreceam cu tristete la poarta si il priveam pana disparea pe ulița.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi  am ajuns la gradinita, unde o iubeam pe doamna educatoare. Era, si inca este, o femeie frumoasa, mereu aranjata, cu un zambet in privire ce stergea orice teama de necunoscut. Daca "doamna" zicea ceva, nu era nimic mai presus de spusele ei.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca aici au aparut si primele sentimente de iubire, fata de un baiat. Se manifestau ciudat. Ne jucam, apoi in secunda doi ne certam. Ne alergam prin clasa, imi mazgalea caietul….&lt;br /&gt;Povestea continua si la scoala, in primele 4 clase. Daca imi amintesc bine, tot pe baiatul de la gradinita l-am placut, pana in clasa V-a . Acum realizez ca am fost constanta in iubire.&lt;br /&gt;La gimnaziu il placeam pe colegul meu de banca….dar cred ca asta este un caz majoritar.&lt;br /&gt;Primele emotii puternice pentru un baiat au fost in clasa a VIII-a , il cunoscusem la onomastica unei prietene. Brusc am renuntat la papusile cu care m-am jucat deci pana la 14 ani, si am dat libertate flurturasilor ce-mi alergau prin stomac.&lt;br /&gt;Asta ar fi un scurt rezumat al iubirilor mele….cronologic vorbind. Dupa varsta de 14 ani, lucrurile au inceput sa se coloreze altfel, si sa capete alte intensitati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-3962582353617014553?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/3962582353617014553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/10/despre-iubirein-diferitele-ei-forme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3962582353617014553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3962582353617014553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/10/despre-iubirein-diferitele-ei-forme.html' title='Despre iubire….in diferitele ei forme'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykTuzajCQKA/Tp7eVTmr07I/AAAAAAAAANo/NaV7BDCW9p8/s72-c/pure%252520love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2076912180897897960</id><published>2011-09-15T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T02:32:19.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once more. This time, with feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75l9Vd7t_98/TnHFly-q73I/AAAAAAAAAMk/poJzajnxQ84/s1600/228063_220775271267394_139113572766898_923778_2476092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75l9Vd7t_98/TnHFly-q73I/AAAAAAAAAMk/poJzajnxQ84/s320/228063_220775271267394_139113572766898_923778_2476092_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652516260457148274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea este ca un zambet, niciodata nu are valoare daca n-o daruiesti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am trezit cu o dilema : de ce ne e greu sa spunem “te iubesc” ? Nu sunt sentimentele asa de mari, incat sa le rostim in cuvinte, sau sentimentele sunt mai presus de cuvinte, iar acestea din urma devin nule in raport cu ce simtim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate e vorba de emotie. Sau de timiditate. Sau teama ca sentimentul nu e impartasit. &lt;br /&gt;“Te iubesc” este fara doar si poate o promisiune cu inima pe care o faci celui de langa tine. Ce promiti ? Ca atunci cand se uita la tine, se vede pe el…intreg. Promiti sa-l sprijini, sa-l completezi, sa-i aduci zambete si sclipiri in privire, sa-i fii priteten, amant, critic. Promiti sa-I dai increderea ta, gandurile tale, mangaieri , liniste si pace sufleteasca. &lt;br /&gt;Daca ma gandesc mai bine, cred ca e ideal sa zici “te iubesc” odata cu persoana iubita. Sa fie un fel de orgasm simultan. Greu de atins, dar nu imposibil.&lt;br /&gt;Cum si cand sa zici te iubesc?  Ca prima data, la prima ora a diminetii, la cea mai tarzie ora din noapte. La metrou, intr-o seara  minunata cu cer instelat, in cele mai neobisnuite situatii, si in cele mai neasteptate momente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred ca am sa spun asta in taceri multe. Sau in soapte pline de intelesuri. Pe o banca in parc, la o cafea, sau asa….aiurea. Oricum nu conteaza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi te sarut. E liniste…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2076912180897897960?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2076912180897897960/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/09/once-more-this-time-with-feelings.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2076912180897897960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2076912180897897960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/09/once-more-this-time-with-feelings.html' title='Once more. This time, with feelings.'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75l9Vd7t_98/TnHFly-q73I/AAAAAAAAAMk/poJzajnxQ84/s72-c/228063_220775271267394_139113572766898_923778_2476092_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4831291607802294836</id><published>2011-09-05T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:14:08.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqq1EAJ0e6M/TmTJ4vLmy8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ujYpg3yAx0I/s1600/__S_t_o_r_y_t_e_l_l_e_r___by_Nonnetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqq1EAJ0e6M/TmTJ4vLmy8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ujYpg3yAx0I/s200/__S_t_o_r_y_t_e_l_l_e_r___by_Nonnetta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648861809204448194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea este un fluture, care, atunci când este urmărit, este întotdeauna la un pas de a fi prins, dar dacă stai liniştit, se poate aşeza pe tine. Mare dreptate avea Nathaniel Hawthorne cand a zis asta. Acum cred ca iubirea e peste tot, trebuie doar sa vezi scanteia si sa ai curaj, putere si speranta sa o dezvolti. Si putin noroc. Ma vad in postura in care am vise, adun sperante si incerc sa transform visele in realitate. E momentul in care privesti o persoana in ochi si ai puterea sa crezi si sa speri ca totul e posibil. E momentul in care esti mai puternic cand cineva iti zambeste si mai destept pentru ca are incredere in tine. Momentul in care un fior iti cutremura toata fiinta, o imbratisare iti umple sufletul de fericire si un sarut te indeamna usor la pacat. Cred in continuare cu tarie ca increderea, comunicarea si respectul sunt cei mai importanti factori intr-o relatie, si ma bucur ca pot profita de aceste valori. Plina de entuziasm si hotarare profit de undele de fericire din viata mea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4831291607802294836?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4831291607802294836/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/09/fericirea-este-un-fluture-care-atunci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4831291607802294836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4831291607802294836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/09/fericirea-este-un-fluture-care-atunci.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqq1EAJ0e6M/TmTJ4vLmy8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ujYpg3yAx0I/s72-c/__S_t_o_r_y_t_e_l_l_e_r___by_Nonnetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6844602431167872365</id><published>2011-06-29T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:36:45.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrGe0nbXQl0/TgryJ3_rxEI/AAAAAAAAALo/4S0-n8-QthQ/s1600/179415_181282895245631_145191208854800_407092_6226683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrGe0nbXQl0/TgryJ3_rxEI/AAAAAAAAALo/4S0-n8-QthQ/s200/179415_181282895245631_145191208854800_407092_6226683_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623573336189289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tac nu este pentru ca tu ai dreptate ... ci pentru ca nu mai am chef sa iti raspund : oricum crezi ce vrei :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6844602431167872365?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6844602431167872365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/daca-tac-nu-este-pentru-ca-tu-ai.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6844602431167872365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6844602431167872365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/daca-tac-nu-este-pentru-ca-tu-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrGe0nbXQl0/TgryJ3_rxEI/AAAAAAAAALo/4S0-n8-QthQ/s72-c/179415_181282895245631_145191208854800_407092_6226683_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-5176493586214888306</id><published>2011-06-16T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:48:25.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change the perspective before the perspective changes you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnKAUE5QBj0/TfoJooGAOeI/AAAAAAAAALY/exzBgpNIT3A/s1600/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnKAUE5QBj0/TfoJooGAOeI/AAAAAAAAALY/exzBgpNIT3A/s320/ccc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618814078660131298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-5176493586214888306?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/5176493586214888306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-perspective-before-perspective.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5176493586214888306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5176493586214888306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-perspective-before-perspective.html' title='Change the perspective before the perspective changes you.'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnKAUE5QBj0/TfoJooGAOeI/AAAAAAAAALY/exzBgpNIT3A/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1338688659022355080</id><published>2011-06-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:27:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrei soare, soare-ti voi da !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdcqQ-nfq0/Te1UYVwFJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0tpZeEXHDm0/s1600/2077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdcqQ-nfq0/Te1UYVwFJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0tpZeEXHDm0/s320/2077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615237087533278466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi nu e loc de tristeti si suparari. Azi ZAMBESC. Din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Labirintul sufletului are multe locuri ascunse. Patrund locuri noi si descopar alta forma a sentimentelor. Ceata dispare : a rasarit soarele ! Ii doresc sa stea cat mai mult si sa petrecem impreuna clipe minunate. Mereu, cu el :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-1338688659022355080?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/1338688659022355080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/vrei-soare-soare-ti-voi-da.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1338688659022355080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1338688659022355080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/06/vrei-soare-soare-ti-voi-da.html' title='Vrei soare, soare-ti voi da !'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdcqQ-nfq0/Te1UYVwFJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0tpZeEXHDm0/s72-c/2077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-5749530834819519960</id><published>2011-03-11T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:57:50.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N-am fost niciodata proasta, am fost indragostita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtEhSvr41U/TYn8TixrHoI/AAAAAAAAALE/o_7bN4RYUTs/s1600/the_world_is_mine__by_minaohdate241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtEhSvr41U/TYn8TixrHoI/AAAAAAAAALE/o_7bN4RYUTs/s320/the_world_is_mine__by_minaohdate241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587274225412677250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era prea multa durere in sufletul ei de copil, si....din pacate isi da seama ca viata e dincolo de aparente, si dincolo de ceea ce cred altii despre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dincolo de ceea ce vrei si afisezi prin gesturi, zambete sau lacrimi. &lt;br /&gt;A auzit ca nu exista greseli, ci doar lectii, pe care le repeti pana reusesti sa le inveti. A tot repetat lectia.&lt;br /&gt;Cu gandurile ravasite, se vade din nou in fata unei deziluzii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce vorbesc la persoana a-treia. Un prieten mi-a zis candva, ca primul pas pentru a depasi o stare, e sa indentifici si sa recunosti cauza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca o rochita trendy si o pereche de pantofi cu toc inalt te pot face sa arati mai supla, mai stralucitoare si sa sorbi priviri pline de admiratie, insa nu te fac mai fericita. Nu vindeca niciodata ranile sufletului. Din pacate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot face sa te alung dulce greseala.. cand tot ce vreau este sa ma invalui cu a ta imperfectiune si sa fugim departe de perfectiunea iubirilor din jur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca o iubire poate fi cladita pe orice.. atata timp cat amandoi dorim sa reziste, sa invete, sa accepte, sa invinga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gresesc din nou si ma intorc cu aceiasi pasi pe care i-ai vazut odata departandu-se.. cu acelasi zambet ascuns, inocent, perfid si dulce.. cu aceeasi iubire mascata si ganduri stampilate de stafiile trecutului..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intorc din pura placere si dura curiozitate.. cu acelasi parfum invelit in povesti picante.. cu vechi concluzii muscate de timp, dar cu noi pacate bine rumenite ce au fost deja scoase din cuptorul constiintei mele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intorc cu speranta ca o sa te intorc inca o data...dar cu dorinta de vindecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa imi aspir definit nevoia de tine daca tu faci mereu dezordine avand nevoie de mine? &lt;br /&gt;Te-am iubit pana la disperare, cu dispret si pasiune...cu o ura arzatoare si dorinta de a avea mai mult. Mai mult chiar si decat ceea ce reprezentai tu. Te-am construit perfect in imaginatia mea, si ti-am iubit defectele omenesti. Am depasit pragul suportabilului uman, de dragul tau. Am renuntat la orice forma de incapatanare sau orgoliu. Incerc sa ma va vad prin ochii tai...cum sa nu te saturi de caldura daca eu te sufoc cu un adevar pe care nu-l accepti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAR eu nu sunt asa ! Sau cel putin nu eram. Realizez ca din albina cu acul pregatit de atac am ajuns fluture romantic. Am trait o poveste perfecta cu fisuri mari.. care nu puteau fi niciodata reparate... Fisurile m-au facut iar albina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt iubiri care te inalta si te ingenuncheaza.. sunt iubiri pe care nu le poti uita, dar nici nu le mai poti accepta.. Ma intreb insa daca dupa o iubire mare mai poate veni una la fel de mare...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-5749530834819519960?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/5749530834819519960/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/03/n-am-fost-niciodata-proasta-am-fost.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5749530834819519960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5749530834819519960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/03/n-am-fost-niciodata-proasta-am-fost.html' title='N-am fost niciodata proasta, am fost indragostita.'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtEhSvr41U/TYn8TixrHoI/AAAAAAAAALE/o_7bN4RYUTs/s72-c/the_world_is_mine__by_minaohdate241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-5427675963798186570</id><published>2011-01-14T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:15:18.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profesional imi merge bine, in secret ... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TTDRH_Nb5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GShmRP0hcWE/s1600/timp_necrutator_by_spirala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TTDRH_Nb5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GShmRP0hcWE/s320/timp_necrutator_by_spirala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562175474959639714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hop Tzop, a venit un nou an. L-am asteptat cu sperante in suflet, cu nerabdarea unui nou inceput, cu emotiile aferente acestuia, cu tot felul de probleme, unele intameiate, altele nu.&lt;br /&gt; Si daca am asteptat bine, bine am gasit...cel putin pana acum :). Dar cand ajung seara obosita acasa, stau si ma intreb daca sunt cu adevarat multumita de fericirea mea. Daca nu ar fi fost mai bine sa pot sa o impart cu persoanele dragi mie.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Si aici intervine o umbra de tristete, dar o intampin cu un zambet si incerc sa o alung.&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie bine, pentru ca trebuie sa fie bine. O sa fie bine pentru ca maine e o noua zi, si mai ales pentru ca daca tu ai fi acum cu mine, am zambi impreuna :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-5427675963798186570?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/5427675963798186570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/01/profesional-imi-merge-bine-in-secret.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5427675963798186570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5427675963798186570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2011/01/profesional-imi-merge-bine-in-secret.html' title='Profesional imi merge bine, in secret ... :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TTDRH_Nb5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GShmRP0hcWE/s72-c/timp_necrutator_by_spirala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2032942454097496772</id><published>2010-12-03T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:37:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TPlwXuAlCJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ky2C7a1JCcw/s1600/031x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TPlwXuAlCJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ky2C7a1JCcw/s320/031x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546587968873236626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...astazi tacerea e ca un zid mult prea impozant in fata unei inimi calde ce vrea sa-ti ofere...iubire si siguranta. In noaptea asta, stropii de ploie sunt mult prea reci, iar aerul acesta pe care il respir prea arzator. Azi bratele mele simt nevoia sa-ti cuprinda trupul, iar eu te doresc cu toata fiinta mea.... Iti simt absenta in orice suspin, si blestem distanta pentru fiecare clipa pe care o petrec departe de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram mica obisnuiam sa visez lucruri ce aveau sa mi se intample a doua zi....fara nici un efort din partea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Azi visez cu ochii deschisi, iar dorintele par sa prinda contur din ce in ce mai greu.&lt;br /&gt;Dar am rabdare, iti promit....si o sa coloram impreuna visele, cu cele mai frumoase culori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2032942454097496772?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2032942454097496772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2032942454097496772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2032942454097496772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TPlwXuAlCJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ky2C7a1JCcw/s72-c/031x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2211549359580548484</id><published>2010-09-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:40:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeva....intre agonie si extaz :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TKNnXklsTbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/R1IVK141wZg/s1600/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TKNnXklsTbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/R1IVK141wZg/s320/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522371222742781362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analizez cuvinte:...poveste si inceput. &lt;br /&gt;Inseamna mult pentru mine. Cuvantul poveste il aseman cu trecutul. &lt;br /&gt;Ma vad pe mine,copil visator si naiv...aud clinchetul unei sticle ce se sparge, simt un miros de visina putreda :)&lt;br /&gt;Intadevar, s-a spart un pahar.A cazut de pe noptiera .&lt;br /&gt;Nu am fost eu, Jur. &lt;br /&gt;Privesc neputincioasa zecile de cioburi...unele mai ascutite decat altele. &lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa-l refac...dar cioburile disparusera!&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare daca cand se spargea ceva, mama zicea ca se sparg toate relele sau ca  cioburile aduc noroc :)&lt;br /&gt;Candva am facut din cioburi sperante si am peticit inima cu sentimente reciclate....pana am ajuns la cuvantul inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Inceput inseamna mai mult decat poveste, pentru ca inceput insemna viitor.&lt;br /&gt;Inceput inseamna nerabdarea de a te revedea, un zambet permanent, emotii multe si cat mai colorate, ore in sir de uitat pe tavan, emotia primului sarut, imbratisari cat mai patimase.&lt;br /&gt;Inceput inseamna sa ma trezesc cu tine in gand, si imaginea ta sa ma insoteasca pe tot parcursul zilei. Seara adormim impreuna...sau macar cu tine in gand :)&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat povestea ramane in urma si inceputul prinde contur.....asta pana cand nu devine si el poveste.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2211549359580548484?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2211549359580548484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/09/undevaintre-agonie-si-extaz.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2211549359580548484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2211549359580548484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/09/undevaintre-agonie-si-extaz.html' title='Undeva....intre agonie si extaz :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TKNnXklsTbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/R1IVK141wZg/s72-c/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-5404178738073359446</id><published>2010-08-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:50:36.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TGwPHS9IFYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/apfWumqmz3o/s1600/love-train31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TGwPHS9IFYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/apfWumqmz3o/s320/love-train31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506793062388995458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trebuie sa inveti cum sa vorbesti cu mine.&lt;br /&gt; Vorbitul inseamna incredere. Spune-mi totul.&lt;br /&gt; Asteapta-te sa primesti ce dai.&lt;br /&gt; Incepe cu un sarut. Taci din gura....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-5404178738073359446?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/5404178738073359446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/08/trebuie-sa-inveti-cum-sa-vorbesti-cu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5404178738073359446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5404178738073359446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/08/trebuie-sa-inveti-cum-sa-vorbesti-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TGwPHS9IFYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/apfWumqmz3o/s72-c/love-train31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1555875891708975767</id><published>2010-08-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:40:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vise indraznete ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TF8j-q-7-vI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wYAXJh0gB50/s1600/yellow-roses-rose-flower-pictures-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TF8j-q-7-vI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wYAXJh0gB50/s320/yellow-roses-rose-flower-pictures-350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503156829267163890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca pare amuzant, dar zilele trecute...intr-un apogeu de plictiseala mi-am dorit sa am o floare. Ce simplu pare!! ei bine nu!! &lt;br /&gt;Eu vreau sa am o floare a mea : sa fie galbena, sa aiba un parfum delicat...sa fie sensibila ca o mimoza, si mai mult decat atat, cand cineva se apropie de ea sa scoata spini :D&lt;br /&gt;Sa infloreasca cand ii zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si sa o cheme Alinush :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-1555875891708975767?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/1555875891708975767/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/08/vise-indraznete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1555875891708975767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1555875891708975767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/08/vise-indraznete.html' title='vise indraznete ! :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TF8j-q-7-vI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wYAXJh0gB50/s72-c/yellow-roses-rose-flower-pictures-350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6532727556419036019</id><published>2010-07-29T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:19:09.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFF_xU-sFWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-K-LrUyhRDU/s1600/jump_by_katesushko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFF_xU-sFWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-K-LrUyhRDU/s320/jump_by_katesushko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499317105418048866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Când îţi doreşti foarte tare un lucru, pur şi simplu te apuci de treabă. Nu te gândeşti cât de greu o să fie. " &lt;br /&gt;Lisa Vidal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6532727556419036019?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6532727556419036019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/07/cand-iti-doresti-foarte-tare-un-lucru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6532727556419036019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6532727556419036019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/07/cand-iti-doresti-foarte-tare-un-lucru.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFF_xU-sFWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-K-LrUyhRDU/s72-c/jump_by_katesushko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1957349313833063103</id><published>2010-07-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:49:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dincolo de limite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFA1bHKv-BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nR1S1qCwQB4/s1600/DSCF5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFA1bHKv-BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nR1S1qCwQB4/s320/DSCF5461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498953884916250642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat inveti mai mult, cu atat stii mai putin....Asta e concluzia la care am ajuns zilele astea. Descopar zi de zi alte fete ale lucrurilor...si raman fara cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Ce a mai fost in sufletul meu?&lt;br /&gt;Furie, durere, revenire la ganduri bune.....&lt;br /&gt;Prieteni, zambete, familie....&lt;br /&gt;Apoi sperante multe, vise indraznete, priviri interzise :)&lt;br /&gt;Locuri noi, amintiri dragi, prieteni noi..si totusi atat de vechi.&lt;br /&gt;Stelute pe cer, racoarea zilelor de vara....&lt;br /&gt;Cate o ploaie cu stopi mari si reci sa ma trezeasca la realitate.&lt;br /&gt;Trandafiri galbeni...si satisfactia pe care o am privindu-i...&lt;br /&gt;Planuri, vacanta, oameni noi la orizont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-1957349313833063103?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/1957349313833063103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/07/dincolo-de-limite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1957349313833063103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1957349313833063103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/07/dincolo-de-limite.html' title='dincolo de limite...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFA1bHKv-BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nR1S1qCwQB4/s72-c/DSCF5461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2707232548047478406</id><published>2010-06-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T05:32:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 iunie 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TBTPuokjudI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lX7sTQsvy7U/s1600/magic_umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TBTPuokjudI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lX7sTQsvy7U/s320/magic_umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482235046488422866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plouă. Privesc jocul haotic al picăturilor de ploaie. Vin așa puternice și pline de energie...., pana când se lovesc de geam și se scurg..una dupa alta. De cele mai multe ori sunt sensibilă la vremea mohorâtă.&lt;br /&gt;Azi NU! Azi sunt mai plină de viață ca niciodată. Plec la drum. Am bagaje muuuulte, pline cu speranțe și idei nebunești. Sper să le aplic cu succes. Am o pofta nebună de tine. Să mă ții in brațe și să mă săruți ușor...așa ca la început....daaaa. Sunt lipsită de imaginație, dar plină de dorința de a construi ceva pentru o eternitate. Vin încărcată cu toate resursele: vise, gânduri îndrăznețe, sclipiri in privire, zâmbet jucăuș. Sper să te poți bucura din plin de entuziasmul care mă face sa vibrez pentru tine. Sper să-ți tulbur liniștea atât de tare și plăcut, încât, de fiecare data când te gandești la mine să ți se imprime un zâmbet pe fața. Vreau să fac din stropii de ploaie raze de soare, și să ne putem bucura împreună de frumusețea și caldura lor.&lt;br /&gt;Azi nu mi-e teamă de nimic, și nici nu-mi amintesc de trecut! Îl las în urmă,îl arunc la un coș de gunoi, într=o gară necunoscută, sau într-un cartier răufamat, unde să nu mai ajung vreodată.&lt;br /&gt;Am brațele deschise...sper că vei știi să profiți de asta. Tha na na!! Here I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2707232548047478406?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2707232548047478406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2707232548047478406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2707232548047478406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie-2010.html' title='1 iunie 2010'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TBTPuokjudI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lX7sTQsvy7U/s72-c/magic_umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-243837479416798068</id><published>2010-03-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:06:06.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raport al registrului meu afectiv...</title><content type='html'>Mi se intampla adesea sa aberez....sa ma scufund in vise atat de tare, incat sa-mi ignor existenta. Sa fac scenarii, sa reusesc sa fiu si protagonista care se cufunda intr-o suferinta teribila, SI cea care pluteste pe aripile extazului.&lt;br /&gt;Usor, ma indepartez intr-o maniera stranie de lucruri si persoane.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi mai aud ceasul dimineata, inca nu mi-am invatat orarul de la facultate...a venit primavara si aproape nu am observat.&lt;br /&gt;Am senzatia ca traiesc din secvente si exclusiv pentru continuari. Uneori lipsesc din viata mea...sau viata mea lipseste.&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa traiesc pentru activitati, scopuri si orgolii prostesti. Si m-am abandonat pe mine....&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am refuzat orice gram de placere, tandrete, mi-am abandonat entuziasmul si inocenta cu care mai ieri construiam castele de fericire...&lt;br /&gt;Interpretez cuvinte si taceri.....&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc cum ar fi aratat lumea daca nu ar fi existat durerile, dorurile, gandurile....si asta pentru ca adesea mi se intampla sa simt unele lucruri, sa le intuiesc...dar sa nu le pot da forma!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt totusi om si invat. Dintr-o zi banala, dintr-o singura experienta, dintr-o simpla discutie, dintr-o confesiune, sau dintr-o durere.&lt;br /&gt;Toate intamplarile sunt randuri ce sunt menite sa formeze o poveste....cu intelesuri profunde si ascunse. Desi pare simplu, e mare lucru sa le poti descifra...deci fericiti cei ce resesc.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa inteleg fapte si intamplari, si am renuntat in a intelege oamenii...mi-am dat seama ca e inutil.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot totusi sa trec indiferenta pe langa persoane care se complac in anumite situatii pentru ca "am ales un drum si trebuie sa-mi vad de el".&lt;br /&gt;Daca drumul e numai pietre si gropi, si nu-ti face placere sa mergi pe el...de ce nu cauti verdeata si flori??&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu luptam pentru niste sentimente, dorinte, ganduri ascunse?&lt;br /&gt;Ne e frica de esec sau nu ne dorim suficient?&lt;br /&gt;Cum scapam de intrebarea ce-ar fi fost daca...??&lt;br /&gt;.....Sunt incapabila sa-mi definitivez sentimentele si trairile.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce stiu e ca in zile de ceata, in zilele cu frig si ploi...ma gandesc la tine...si timpul sta si el sa-si aminteasca.&lt;br /&gt;Dar toate visele isi au la un moment dat sfarsitul.....in afara de cele care se implinesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te gandi ca e doar o etapa, sau un episod dintr-o poveste neterminata. Cateodata e important sa-ti si termini povestile. &lt;br /&gt;Apreciez totusi sinceritatea! Minciuna nu are loc in ecuatia vietii mele.&lt;br /&gt;Totul e trecator....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69N98DrUwj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69N98DrUwj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-243837479416798068?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/243837479416798068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/03/raport-al-registrului-meu-afectiv.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/243837479416798068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/243837479416798068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/03/raport-al-registrului-meu-afectiv.html' title='Raport al registrului meu afectiv...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4897359020654149619</id><published>2010-03-02T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:20:29.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4zYIjM1PJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gF0zj00gDX8/s1600-h/701188147img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4zYIjM1PJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gF0zj00gDX8/s320/701188147img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443963690983701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offff doamne!!  E incredibil cum reusesti tu mereu sa ma intrigi si sa ma provoci! Ei bine am sa o fac si pe asta, pentru ca tu stii foarte bine ca nu-i pot stopa  copilului  din mine dorinta de joc....&lt;br /&gt;Treptat am imbracat amandoi camasa unei prietenii sincere si adevarate. Tu ai fost singurul care mi-a aratat ca exista stelute si Bucuresti, nu numai la Bals.....&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost mereu langa maine cand visam , si mai mult decat atat m-ai ajutat sa dau aripi viselor.&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea neconditionat....desi la prima vedere nu ai parea decat un bou, care se chinuie sa-si atinga un scop. Dar eu stiu ca nu e asa, pentru ca am reusit sa vad dincolo de aparente.&lt;br /&gt;Candva mi-ai zis ca nu cuvintele te ajuta sa depasesti momentele grele din viata...ci oamenii!! Ei bine tu ai fost unul din prietenii care au stiut sa ofere o imbratisare la momentul oportun.&lt;br /&gt;Am o mare dilema momentan!! Nu sunt eu asa „imposibila” cum ma vad altii, sau faci tu eforturi supraomenesti sa ma suporti? :))&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nimic sa-ti reprosez, am doar multumiri pentru modul incredibil in care ai stiut mereu sa aduci galbenul  in viata mea, pentru clipele in care imi stergeai lacrimile, pentru entuziasmul cu care imparteam zambetele….&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-mi doresc  este ca prietenia noastra sa dainuie in timp…..sa impartim sanatosi o ceafa de porc, ) si sa  fim alaturi si in momentele critice si in cele de fericire deplina.&lt;br /&gt;…..cand nu mai am putere inchid ochii si realizez ca prietenii  reprezinta  energia mea! Multumesc&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Sper cel putin ca m-am apropiat de ceea ce mi-ai cerut! Imi cer scuze celor care nu inteleg mesajul textului....de data asta...doar prietenii stiu de ce!!!&lt;br /&gt;O zi frumoasa tuturor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUjVal8X5eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUjVal8X5eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4897359020654149619?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4897359020654149619/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/03/offff-doamne-e-incredibil-cum-reusesti.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4897359020654149619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4897359020654149619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/03/offff-doamne-e-incredibil-cum-reusesti.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4zYIjM1PJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gF0zj00gDX8/s72-c/701188147img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-3842378784753407331</id><published>2010-02-27T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:36:56.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ce fac acum??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4l0KWEqXsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z4MEUl08PRU/s1600-h/SheLovesMe-SheLovesMeNot-wiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4l0KWEqXsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z4MEUl08PRU/s320/SheLovesMe-SheLovesMeNot-wiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443009345726602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....repet , conjug si invat verbul "a iubi" in toate chipurile ! ...la trecut , la prezent, la viitor..la conditional optativ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-3842378784753407331?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/3842378784753407331/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-fac-acum.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3842378784753407331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3842378784753407331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-fac-acum.html' title='ce fac acum??'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S4l0KWEqXsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z4MEUl08PRU/s72-c/SheLovesMe-SheLovesMeNot-wiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-7542591612727020267</id><published>2010-02-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:11:32.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisoare catre prietenie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S3wIxqZwbCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OtAbbeUzpnc/s1600-h/pantof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S3wIxqZwbCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OtAbbeUzpnc/s320/pantof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439232099245648930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dimineața asta o prietena m-a rugat sa scriu pe blog...dar nu orice...ci sa scriu depre ea. Sincer vorbind sunt intr-o mare pana de idei (și o sa dau vina pe vreme pentru asta) , dar dorintele pritenilor sunt odine pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;E destul de dificil sa vorbesti despre persoane dragi sufletului tau pentru ca mereu ai tendinta de a deforma realitatea. Am sa incerc sa fiu obiectiva totusi....&lt;br /&gt;Avem in fata imaginea unei fete cu o frumusete naturala venita parca din suflet. O privire patrunzatoare, ochi verzi minunati si buze senzuale.... Un zambet ce ar putea colora si cea mai gri zi din viata ta, si o prezenta ce iti umple sufetul de bucurie fara prea multe eforturi. Asa e EA.&lt;br /&gt;Singura ei problema este ca a ascuns atat de bine feminitatea inca acum ii e greu sa o scoata la iveala. (dar pentru asta ma ai pe mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce trebuie sa stii, draga mea, e ca primavara incepe cu tine! Stiu ca esti constienta ca fiecare femeie isi poate exprima frumusetea sufletul ei in felul ei specific-prin dans, prin muzica, prin poezie, prin gesturi armonioase... trebuie sa arati toturor cat de bine stapanesti aceasta "arta"...pentru ca  este intr-adevar o arta- arta de a fi femeie!&lt;br /&gt;Nu renunta niciodata la nimic...oricat de imposibil ti se pare, prin perseverenta o sa ajungi la un rezultat multumitor. Nu astepta niciodata nimic de la oameni, pentru ca numai asa o sa ai parte de surprize placute. Stiu ca am mai discutat despre asta dar o sa detaliez putin. In momentul in care ai anumite asteptari de la o persoana, aceasta te poate dezamagi foarte usor , pentru ca noi avem tendinta de a iubi un om asa cum vrem noi sa fie, nu cum e de fapt...si plangem apoi pe marginea iluziilor pierdute. Asa ca mai bine...fara asteptari. In felul asta te surpinde placut orice gest dragut, orice vorba spusa cand trebuie, orice zambet venit la momentul oportun. Zilele trecute imi zicea un prieten ca atunci cand nu astepti nimic de la un baiat, este foarte mare probabilitatea sa te indragostesti de el. Tind sa cred ca are dreptate si te incurajez sa faci asta. A refuza sa iubesti este un gest de lasitate. Ai o singura viata....o singura data in viata ai 20 de ani.... iar dragostea este sentimentul care iti da putere, curaj, dorinta...&lt;br /&gt;Uita-te mereu in oglinda cu admiratie....si ai mereu incredere in fortele tale....si ce e cel mai important : doreste-ti de la viata cat mai mult si tot ce e mai bun!&lt;br /&gt;Imi vin acum in minte niste vorbe copilaresti care imi pare esentiale atunci cand mai primesti si palme de la viata...."o fata desteapta saruta , dar nu iubeste .... asculta , dar nu crede ....si pleaca inainte de a fi dezamagita" Cat adevar, nu!!??&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multe lucruri pe care vreau sa ti le zic...dar raman intre noi! Mai citeste si postit-urile pe care ti le-am lipit in seara aia! NU! Nu tre sa le citesti, aplica-le!&lt;br /&gt;In incheiere....nu stiu ce ai vrut sa scriu despre tine si nu e nici soare afara care sa-mi incarce "bateriile inspiratiei".....asa ca ai grija de tine...FEMEIE! :))&lt;br /&gt;PS:  “Sa stii ca esti femeie, sa te bucuri de asta, sa ii lasi si pe altii sa imparta cu tine aceasta cunoastere, aceasta bucurie, n-are nici o legatura cu insusirile sexuale evidente. O femeie care simte ca are farmec, il va avea si in realitate.” (Claire Rayner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-7542591612727020267?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/7542591612727020267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrisoare-catre-prietenie.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/7542591612727020267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/7542591612727020267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrisoare-catre-prietenie.html' title='scrisoare catre prietenie...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S3wIxqZwbCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OtAbbeUzpnc/s72-c/pantof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4491590497280504298</id><published>2010-02-06T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:12:18.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregatirea...pentru ultimul examen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S21AeOksHtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9H7VZcs32oI/s1600-h/5982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S21AeOksHtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9H7VZcs32oI/s320/5982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435071213358292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....sunt obosita. Si fizic si psihic. Sesiunea de iarna este aproape incheiata si eu am ramas cu multe restante la somn si distractie. A trecut repede dar fost intensa, Stiu ca o sa vina vremea ca regret ceea ce acum detest, dar simt sa nu mai pot. Am o adevarata repulsie pentru tot ce inseamna cursuri sau carti....&lt;br /&gt;...si totusi, ce a fost mai greu a trecut. Acum cand privesc in urma ma amuz teribil de scuzele pe care le gaseseam ca fac o mica pauza ....de pofta nebuna de mancare sau de cafelele care ma agitau extrem. Ma apuca rasul cand imi amintesc noaptea de 31-1....cand nu am dormit deloc si eram totusi asa de entuziasmata de un examen ce urma sa-l pic. Dar am fost consecventa....pana in ultima clipa am invatat....pana la 7: 20 .&lt;br /&gt;Era funny sa le vad fetele colegelor mele in fiecare dimineata...Deiutza zambea mereu obosita (de la indragostela i se trage), Ramona era fie nervoasa, fie se plangea ca nu stie nimic (ca in final sa ia note mai mari ca noi)....iar eu eram.....nush...asta tre' sa zica fetele , Eu erau EU . Simt o usoara nostalgie cand povestesc lucrurile astea, pentru ca imi dau seama ca trece timpul si nu o sa mai pot retrai aceste clipe.....&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa cred ca a ramas totusi ceva  in urma noastra....si daca nu in urma, macar in creierase. Gata!! ultima strigare....sa invatam la EIA..pe curand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4491590497280504298?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4491590497280504298/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregatireapentru-ultimul-examen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4491590497280504298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4491590497280504298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregatireapentru-ultimul-examen.html' title='pregatirea...pentru ultimul examen!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S21AeOksHtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9H7VZcs32oI/s72-c/5982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4340465806096104806</id><published>2010-02-04T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:24:24.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....si daca azi plang...maine cine ma face sa zambesc??  o sa inveti singura...mereu ai fost autodidacta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S2ssl2ce3MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fYcgjZcZR_c/s1600-h/fer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S2ssl2ce3MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fYcgjZcZR_c/s400/fer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434486404134395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine a spus ca povestile sunt doar pentru copii?? GRESIT!!! Eu as zice ca povestile sunt doar pentru adulti si am sa-mi motivez raspunsul. Copii stiu oricum sa viseze...., adultii sunt cei care au nevoie de sperante si vise.  Azi simt ca traiesc in reluare. Ca sunt un personaj care respira prin intermediul unei benzi de poveste fara culoare. De multe ori, banda se incurca si imi doresc pixul care sa invarta banda la loc...sa gasesc posibilitatea continuarii povestii....Uneori banda se incurca atat de tare, incat imi pare ca nimeni n-o sa mai reuseasca niciodata sa-i dea de capat.&lt;br /&gt;In loc sa-mi ingustez orizontul si sa-mi simplific sufletul, am ales sa primesc tot mai multa durere, pentru ca astfel sa ajung la capat, si sa-mi gasesc linistea.Am inteles ca durerea desi ne poate dizolva, dezmembra, dezumaniza, tot ea reuseste in final sa ne aseze, prin propria lupta, in echilibrul cel adevarat. Am fost curioasa sa descopar limitele suportabilului uman , pana in momentul in care am deschis usa, am pasit si am inchis-o dupa mine…&lt;br /&gt;Cand ai aparut, toate aceste trairi incerte au disparut fara nicio explicatie. Intr-o clipa am renuntat sa mai plutesc in deriva si m-am decis sa ma las purtata pe valurile unei iubiri nesigure. Nu gaseam nicio logica pentru hotararea mea din acea seara in care m-ai sarutat pentu prima oara, insa, simteam cum sufletu-mi se cufunda linistit ca intr-un bazin cu apa calduta si confuza… Cand astepti, nu-ti folosesti decat puterea de a spera…&lt;br /&gt;In amalgamul de sentimeste si contraditii ma tot gandesc la ceea ce-mi place mie cu adevarat. Imi plac oamenii care gresesc, pentru ca sunt cei mai umani dintre toti, imi plac oamenii care zambesc mereu, si mai ales oamenii care ma fac sa zambesc,....imi plac culorile...multe si cat mai vii, imi plac florile galbene, imi place sa fac Taebo, sa rad cu fetele. Imi plac prietenii mei, asa cum sunt ei...buni si nebuni, imi place sa citesc desi nu am timp pentru asta....imi plac melodiile romantice, imi plac inceputurile si orice element de noutate. Imi plac oamenii puternici si ambitiosi, imi plac vanzatorii amabili, imi place natura.....ador sa ma pierd in idei si cuvinte.....imi plac omanii care imi fac pe plac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii sunt adesea neintelegatori, irationali si egoisti... Iarta-i, oricum ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Sa astepti oricat/ Sa astepti orice, Sa nu-ti amintesti in schimb orice. Nu sunt bune decat amintirile care te ajuta sa traiesti in prezent.’’- Octavian Paler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4340465806096104806?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4340465806096104806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-daca-azi-plangmaine-cine-ma-face-sa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4340465806096104806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4340465806096104806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-daca-azi-plangmaine-cine-ma-face-sa.html' title='....si daca azi plang...maine cine ma face sa zambesc??  o sa inveti singura...mereu ai fost autodidacta!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S2ssl2ce3MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fYcgjZcZR_c/s72-c/fer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-9198970783410985491</id><published>2010-01-17T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:54:22.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>despre lucruri simple....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1L60mO4t-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xc1I8kIThoc/s1600-h/DSC_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1L60mO4t-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xc1I8kIThoc/s400/DSC_6619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427676282457995234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....nu sunt deloc o persoana simpla..din contra!! Firea mea este atat de complicata, si reactiile atat de complexe, incat chiar daca si-ar petrece cineva viata intreaga incercand ca sa ma inteleaga,...nu i-ar fi de ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Regasesc in mine sentimente dintre cele mai contradictorii...acum am sclipiri in privire, iar peste cateva minute adevarate tunete.&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca am pierdut prea mult timp.....ca am fost atat de ocupata pana acum sa analizez cum ma percep altii, incat m-am abandonat pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Este foarte important sa te cunosti si sa te intelegi pe tine, pentru a avea forta sa rezisti tuturor incercarilor vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Un prieten mi-a dat ocazia sa ma cunosc pe mine!!...sa-mi analizez viata, sa-mi stabilesc prioritati, sa invat sa ma ridic singura cand sunt la pamant, sa invat sa-i respect pe ceilalti si sa am grija sa nu le ranesc sentimentele. (celor care tin cu adevarat la mine)&lt;br /&gt;...Siiiiii am reusit!! Desi mi s-a parut crud si nedrept, simt ca viata mea s-a schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;Cand simteam ca nu mai are nici un rost sa traiesc,am constientizat ca mereu trebuie sa ai un ideal de atins, un motiv care sa fie sursa ta de energie pentru o viata frumoasa si implinita.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de a incerca sa-i intelegi pe altii, trebuie sa te intelegi pe tine....Sa ai incredere in tine.&lt;br /&gt;....increderea este ceva de baza in viata noastra, atat in plan profesional, social, cat si sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;Raportandu-ma la sentimente, pot spune ca intr-o relatie, increderea este mai importanta decat iubirea...&lt;br /&gt;Primul pas este insa increderea in tine!!! Numai asa poti avea incredere in altii...&lt;br /&gt;Increderea este totusi cel mai usor de pierdut sau lezat. Aici apare dezamagirea...un alt sentiment profund si dureros! Dar in viata trebuie sa inveti si sa ierti, pentru ca sa gresim e omeneste, si raportandu-ma la asta eu am o vorba "iubeste-ma atunci cand merit cel mai putin, pentru ca atunci am nevoie cel mai mult" :)&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am fost putin "zdruncinata" am constientizat ca am uitat sa ma bucur de lucrurile simple...&lt;br /&gt;Abia acum apreciez cat este de minunat sa mergi....fara directie....printr-o padure, intr-un parc, pe malul unui rau, printre vitrinele magazinelor, prin multimea de oameni de la metrou....pentru ca in fond suntem doar niste calatori prin viata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a placut niciodata efortul, considerand ca totul mi se cuvine, si trebuie sa vina "de-a gata" !&lt;br /&gt;Un exemplu' ar fi mersul pe munte!&lt;br /&gt;Imi placea sa merg LA munte.....nu PE munte ;) !!&lt;br /&gt;Uram efortul acela al urcarii si acest lucru ma impiedica sa ma bucur de frumusetile naturii. Acum vad totul altfel. Daca as avea de ales intre a merge pe jos, sau cum un mijloc de transport, as opta pentru prima varianta! ....si m-as opri sa fotografiez fiecare floare (galbena) :), fiecare copac ce-mi atrage atentia, fiecare peisaj ce-mi bucura vederea.&lt;br /&gt;Parca deja imi simt bucuria ajungerii la destinatie: obosita, dar fericita...&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa vad eu viata acum. O calatorie pe munte!!...Fiecare are muntele sau! Cu inaltimi diferite si frumuseti diverse. Ai o singura sansa sa urci, si trebuie sa profiti din plin de ea. Stiu ca e mai comod sa urci cu "telecabina", poti sa admiri si asa frumusetea peisajelor, dar nu cu aceiasi intensitate. Asa ca OPRITI-VA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mirositi o floare, respirati adanc o gura de aer curat, bucurati-va de frumusetea unui lac, de rasul unui copil, de compania unui prieten, de o imbratisare, de o sarutare parinteasca pe frunte, de o vorba inteleapta, de dragostea si prezenta parintilor, , de o prajitura delicioasa, de zambete, de informatii noi, de orice lucru nou care apare in viata voastra.&lt;br /&gt;Invatati sa traiti din bucuriile simple...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Va doresc tuturor o viata frumoasa, plina de liniste si pace sufleteasca :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-9198970783410985491?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/9198970783410985491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-lucruri-simple.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/9198970783410985491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/9198970783410985491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-lucruri-simple.html' title='despre lucruri simple....'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1L60mO4t-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xc1I8kIThoc/s72-c/DSC_6619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6957654915536890565</id><published>2010-01-15T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:55:07.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...ca o corabie in desert ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1C3Q6QzUuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2fMKwj6OZw/s1600-h/sailing-the-desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1C3Q6QzUuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2fMKwj6OZw/s400/sailing-the-desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427039052126966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consider deșertul minunat!!!...are peisaje mirifice, ascunde taine istorice incarcate de magie, ofera sufletului sentimente inedite si unice....&lt;br /&gt;Te face sa te simți minunat, te surpinde mereu prin noutate, te plimbi intr-un labirint de senzatii profunde...cautandu-i tainele ascunse.&lt;br /&gt;Magnific , nu??...dar...pana cand??&lt;br /&gt;Cât o sa reziste organismul acelor temperaturi ridicate??? Adori acele locuri,dar nu e modul de viața pe care ți l-ai dorit.  Nu poti să te obișnuiești...atunci ce vei face?? O sa fugi...să cauți sa te răcorești, sa cauti apa si confortul mult dorit. Si pleci...Esti oare fericit??&lt;br /&gt;Nu....pentru ca iti dorești sa fi acolo...iar excursiile nostalgice nu iti sunt permise...&lt;br /&gt;O varianta este sa vezi totul un rau necesar, sa faci eforturi supraomenești sa reziști....deși este foarte greu, totul este sa te obișnuiesti!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu o sa reusesti niciodata sa transformi un deșert, intr-un teren fertil!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps: prietenii stiu de ce :)) (sau vor intelege profunzimea..postarii)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6957654915536890565?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6957654915536890565/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/ca-o-corabie-in-desert.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6957654915536890565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6957654915536890565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/ca-o-corabie-in-desert.html' title='...ca o corabie in desert ...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S1C3Q6QzUuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2fMKwj6OZw/s72-c/sailing-the-desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-7122166407448943970</id><published>2010-01-14T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:55:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energie, vitalitate, zambete, actiune!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S070L0IEaNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bQrvCpScgfE/s1600-h/tornada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S070L0IEaNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bQrvCpScgfE/s400/tornada1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426543084836251858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....raportez starea mea de spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dupa manifestarea unor adevarate hazarde: cutremure, tornade, cicloni tropicali, eruptii vulcanice, vijelii, polei, bruma, chiciura tare etc....predomina calmul atmosferic :) ! Astept soarele.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-7122166407448943970?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/7122166407448943970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/energie-vitalitate-zambete-actiune.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/7122166407448943970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/7122166407448943970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/energie-vitalitate-zambete-actiune.html' title='Energie, vitalitate, zambete, actiune!!!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S070L0IEaNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bQrvCpScgfE/s72-c/tornada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-939613687443844055</id><published>2010-01-04T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:56:09.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghid de utilizare :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S0HfBsohLuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UgRq59r9akw/s1600-h/femeia+scorpion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S0HfBsohLuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UgRq59r9akw/s400/femeia+scorpion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422860646584757986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Femeia Scorpion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    " Stie ce vrea si reuseste cu o putere de nestavilit. Nu se lasa oprita de la o treaba si nu se poate acomoda usor. Daca i se frustreaza viata sentimentala devine razbunatoare si destructiva. O femeie scorpion inselata este un dusman periculos. Nici o alta femeie nu este mai furioasa decat ea. Daca vrea sa se razbune nu are scrupule. Nu vrea decat razbunare si degradarea adversarului. Gelozia este greseala ei cea mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;   Asteapta de la un amant admiratie toatala. Gaseste rivale si intrigi acolo unde nu sunt. Daca partenerul ei discuta intr-o societate cateva clipe cu o femeie se crede deja tradata si reactioneaza ca atare. Nu este tipul de femeie care se face ca nu vede, ea devine de o furie razbunatoare. Dispretuieste slabiciunea si pe cei care cedeaza din slabiciune, pentru ei are doar mila.&lt;br /&gt;   Cine vrea sa stea langa ea trebuie sa inghita multe. Cand este bine dispusa isi trateaza prietenii domestic. Cand te desparti in cearta de ea nu incerca sa-i dai telefon a doua zi, de parca nimic nu s-a intamplat. Ai avea impresia ca esti gresit cuplat. Intr-un punct poti fi sigur - ii este credinciasa barbatului pe care il iubeste, si acestuia ii aduce sacrificii.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca un barbat o ajuta si o intampina la jumatatea drumului, ea ii va apartine pe veci. Este o amanta devotata care isi apara partenerul. Lupta pentru el si nu se intereseaza de gura lumii. El, insa, nu are voie sa fie instabil caci nu-l va ierta niciodata. Casatoria cu ea - daca-ti poti imagina iadul si raiul impreuna. Alta cale de mijloc nu exista. Este zodia cea mai extremista. Este o femeie de stil mare, cei slabi mai bine sa o ocoleasca.&lt;br /&gt;   Ea ar putea scrie o carte despre cum trebuie sa se poarte sau sa se miste, sa vorbeasca sau sa arate o femeie atunci cand vrea sa cucereasca un barbat. In ea innoata dorinta dupa placere si doar un barbat lipsit de libidou poate sa i se impotriveasca. Daca intalneste un barbat atractiv, stie cum sa-l scoata din turma, sa-l inebuneasca intr-atat incat el sa nu mai doreasca alta femeie. Nu ar fi bine sa i sa impotriveasca. Chiar daca nu este frumoasa, in ochii ei exista ceva irezistibil, hipnotic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSCRIU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-939613687443844055?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/939613687443844055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghid-de-utilizare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/939613687443844055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/939613687443844055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghid-de-utilizare.html' title='ghid de utilizare :))'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/S0HfBsohLuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UgRq59r9akw/s72-c/femeia+scorpion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-3975991144842600436</id><published>2009-12-24T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:56:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit Craciunul !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SzNXhLM5YTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UD8djol2JFo/s1600-h/brad_de_craciun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SzNXhLM5YTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UD8djol2JFo/s400/brad_de_craciun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418771004111020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Tha na na na !! Si uite ca au venit si sarbatorile de iarna!! De mult nu a mai fost asa de Craciun....toata natura imbracata intr-un alb imaculat, orasul mai luminat ca niciodata, toti prietenii acasa....&lt;br /&gt;Craciunul era sarbatoarea mea preferata....probabil din cauza faptului ca vine Moshu'. Mereu am adorat sa impodobesc bradul, sa ascult colinde, sa ma bucur de mirosurile venite de la bucatarie, de tipetele copiilor de la sanius, de bulgarii de zapada, de clinchetul clopoteilor, de jocurile de lumini, de mirosul de vin fiert si scortisoara....&lt;br /&gt;Iarna asta e diferit. Oricat m-as zdruncina nu regasesc in mine nici o farama de entuziasm. Pentru nimic. Suntem in Ajun...nici bradul nu l-am impodobit...&lt;br /&gt;Parca nici mama nu se agita in bucatarie ca altadata...Miroase totusi a sarmale :)&lt;br /&gt;Nici om de zapada nu am reusit sa fac, desi am incercat, deh....calitatea proasta a zapezii.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, intr-un mod ciudat ma simt bine....Singura cu mine! Un amalgam de sentimente contradictorii se bat in sufletul meu. Dar lupt! Usor usor norii dispar... Mi-e dor de soare si de cer senin :)&lt;br /&gt;O sa-l astept totusi pe Moshu, si o sa impodobesc si bradutul cu speranta ca ce e mai bun, o sa vina de acum inainte!!&lt;br /&gt;Sa va bucurati de sarbatori!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slTYj2h6OfY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slTYj2h6OfY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-3975991144842600436?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/3975991144842600436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/venit-craciunul.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3975991144842600436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/3975991144842600436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/venit-craciunul.html' title='A venit Craciunul !?'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SzNXhLM5YTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UD8djol2JFo/s72-c/brad_de_craciun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6448724632246577945</id><published>2009-12-10T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:14:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitia dragostei :)</title><content type='html'>"Să-ţi spun ce este dragostea adevărată. E credinţă oarbă, umilinţă fără preget, supunere desăvârşită, încredere şi dăruire împotriva ta însuţi, împotriva lumii întregi. Dragostea înseamnă să îţi dai inima şi sufletul întreg celui care ţi le va zdrobi.” (Marile speranţe) Charles Dickens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6448724632246577945?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6448724632246577945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/definitia-dragostei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6448724632246577945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6448724632246577945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/definitia-dragostei.html' title='definitia dragostei :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6361251080337229898</id><published>2009-12-10T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:13:06.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dorinta...</title><content type='html'>Mi-a spus o data cineva ca poate nu stiu sa cer... Asa ca acum m-am gandit de doua ori inainte sa-mi pun dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca acum sa se implineasca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6361251080337229898?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6361251080337229898/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorinta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6361251080337229898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6361251080337229898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorinta.html' title='dorinta...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2012083929110072757</id><published>2009-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:23:26.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tristesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SyAHNtC6vWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1rPexf4EX7U/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SyAHNtC6vWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1rPexf4EX7U/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413334684110863714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;&lt;....nu am putut sa dorm azi noapte deoarece stiu ca totul s-a terminat intre noi.Nu mai sunt asa trista deoarece stiu ca a fost o dragoste adevarata....si daca ne vom reintalni candva intr-un alt loc , fiecare cu viata lui, eu voi zambi la tine fericita si imi voi aminti cum ne-am petrecut vara sub copaci. Invatand unul de la celalat si indragostindu-ne tot mai mult. Cea mai mare iubire este cea care iti slabeste sufletul si care ne face sa vrem si mai mult.Cea care ne arde inimile, si care ne linisteste mintile. Si asta mi-ai dat tu mie si asta am sperat sa-ti dau si eu tie, pentru totdeauna. te iubesc si te voi revedea....&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2012083929110072757?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2012083929110072757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristesse.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2012083929110072757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2012083929110072757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristesse.html' title='tristesse'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SyAHNtC6vWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1rPexf4EX7U/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-8482192404374328571</id><published>2009-11-24T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:04:41.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tectonica sentimentelor.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Sww7kaxo23I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8kORKSEhq8o/s1600/tectonica-de-placas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Sww7kaxo23I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8kORKSEhq8o/s200/tectonica-de-placas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407762749413972850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am citit zilele astea despre o piesa de teatru care mi-a atras atentia prin nume..."Tectonica sentimentelor". Suna asa de .....geografic si de profund incat mi-a dat si fiori aceasta piesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O poveste despre dragostea care produce maree, eroziuni, seisme. Intr-un decor redus la esential, Tectonica sentimentelor ne arata ca intre alb si negru e loc si pentru rosu si ca a iubi nu este deloc usor. O piesa de Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, intr-o montare moderna si sensibila, semnata de Nicolae Scarlat."&lt;br /&gt; Sper sa va atraga si voua atentia si sa mergeti la Neatrul National la o portie de cultura! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-8482192404374328571?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8482192404374328571/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/tectonica-sentimentelor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8482192404374328571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8482192404374328571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/tectonica-sentimentelor.html' title='Tectonica sentimentelor.....'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Sww7kaxo23I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8kORKSEhq8o/s72-c/tectonica-de-placas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6453749520896404244</id><published>2009-11-23T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:20:45.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwsYw34f-RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HH99xMurVc/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwsYw34f-RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HH99xMurVc/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407443005502126354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....azi ma simt obosita. Fizic si psihic.....E asa greu sa ma mentin dreapta la fiecare vant....Si sunt cam multe in ultima perioada :(&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici pretentioasa!! Vreau multe zambete....., multe culori,......si fluturasi. Vreau sa fie oamenii mai buni, sa nu existe invidie si nici oameni tristi. Vreau solutii magice pentru toate problemele si idei geniale pentru toate proiectele....Vreau ca razele soarelui sa ma incalzesca mereu, sa ma simt mereu protejata in bratele lui....Vreau ca pupicii sa fie cat mai colorati....si muuulte flori galbene....Vreau sa adorm imediat ce inchid ochii....si vreau numai vise frumoase.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6453749520896404244?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6453749520896404244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6453749520896404244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6453749520896404244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwsYw34f-RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HH99xMurVc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1436208110946386936</id><published>2009-11-17T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:56:59.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a venit toamna....acopera-mi inima cu ceva...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwLHq8D2yfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEUl0iffJQI/s1600/toamna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwLHq8D2yfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEUl0iffJQI/s320/toamna1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405102043288750578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit pe geam....o atmosfera gri imi pune stapanire pe vedere si imi acapareaza gandurile. Sunt trista. Ma uit pierduta la frunzele copacilor cum plutesc in adierea vantului...uneori usor...alteori alert. As vrea sa fiu si eu o frunza...si atunci cand ma plictisesc in monotonia copacului (arborelui ma scuzati)...sa ma las purtata pe un ritm necunoscut si in locuri necunoscte....sa visez la absolut si sa ma pierd in neant...Sa nu gandesc. Daaaa asta mi-ar placea ce-l mai mult...sa nu gandesc....vai cat mi s-ar simplifica viata! Si sa fac doar ce simt...fara sa ma gandesc la consecinte.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc toamna....imi da niste stari ciudate.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1QqQHZVZPM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1QqQHZVZPM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-1436208110946386936?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/1436208110946386936/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/venit-toamnaacopera-mi-inima-cu-ceva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1436208110946386936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1436208110946386936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/venit-toamnaacopera-mi-inima-cu-ceva.html' title='a venit toamna....acopera-mi inima cu ceva...:)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SwLHq8D2yfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEUl0iffJQI/s72-c/toamna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6114028933012331275</id><published>2009-11-04T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:44:06.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum a fost prima data....?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SvIDsa7uiII/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RmlVtVD1ME/s1600-h/THE_WOMEN_AND_ROSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SvIDsa7uiII/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RmlVtVD1ME/s320/THE_WOMEN_AND_ROSE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382964849608834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine......senzational!!&lt;br /&gt;Un moment la care nu am visat vreodata. S-a intamplat pur si simplu! M-am lasat dusa de val si fascinata de lumea lui...&lt;br /&gt;Am fost trup si suflet a LUI.&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand euforia imi era zdruncinata de atingeri neasteptate, sau de razele de lumina ce incercau sa-mi invadeze intimitatea....&lt;br /&gt;Dar fost profund si intens...Mai vreau!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A fost pentru prima data cand.......m-am trezit la ora 14 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6114028933012331275?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6114028933012331275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/cum-fost-prima-data.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6114028933012331275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6114028933012331275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/cum-fost-prima-data.html' title='Cum a fost prima data....?!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SvIDsa7uiII/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RmlVtVD1ME/s72-c/THE_WOMEN_AND_ROSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6015869761335189529</id><published>2009-11-02T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:26:30.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagaje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Su6zzbD7ATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/syKD2tl_8y8/s1600-h/bagaj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Su6zzbD7ATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/syKD2tl_8y8/s320/bagaj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450699282710834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute am facut in lucru special. &lt;br /&gt;Am facut un bagaj :)&lt;br /&gt;Daaaa stiu!!! Toti facem bagaje, dar eu, am facut unul special. Pentru prima data, am simtit emotia calatoriei in timp ce adunam tot ce aveam nevoie. Si am luat lucruri pe care de obicei nu le luam, sau mai mult, nici nu ma gandeam sa le iau. am fost invatata cu plecarile "la minut" caracteristice lui Danutzu, in care costumul de baie(nelipsit fie vara, fie iarna) un gel de dus si un prosop, erau mai mult decat suficient(asa cum a ajuns sa fie si prezenta mea) :)) Cu alte cuvinte uitasem sa reprezint sexul frumos...si nu radeti :))&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, de data asta am luat toate maruntisurile, si am avut grija ca fiecare lucru, aparent neinsemnat, sa fie eroul zilei.&lt;br /&gt;Laura m-a invatat asta. Si m-am lasat purtata in euforia asta ca un copil caruia i se explica regulile unui joc. Astfel mi-am luat de la adidasi la rochita....pana la parfumuri si bijuterii.&lt;br /&gt;acum stau singura in tren, cu trolelul langa mine, cu multe sperante bine aranjate in el...si primesc un mesaj de la Laura, care ma intreaba...daca am uitat ceva??!&lt;br /&gt;Daaaa!! Am uitat ceva foarte important. Am uitat sa-i multumesc pentru lucrurile simple si totusi importante pe care le-am invatat de la ea.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa mai spun ca ea este persoana vinovata ca rad atunci cand sunt trista...nu stiu cum face, dar are un stil, incat nici cel mai suparat om de pe planeta nu ar putea sa nu schiteze macar un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Pupici roz...pentru Laurici....si pentru bagajul meu:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6015869761335189529?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6015869761335189529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/bagaje.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6015869761335189529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6015869761335189529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/11/bagaje.html' title='bagaje...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/Su6zzbD7ATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/syKD2tl_8y8/s72-c/bagaj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-430612921032390883</id><published>2009-10-29T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:38:29.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anii.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuoGVrulT1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EtQSsMpaeqs/s1600-h/copil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuoGVrulT1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EtQSsMpaeqs/s320/copil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398134072942088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  apropie o zi foarte importanta pt mine....un moment pe care nu-l astept deloc, pe care, daca as putea, l-as sterge  din calendarul vietii. Da..este vorba de ziua mea de nastere. Frumoasa varsta de 20 de ani...la care oricine ar vrea sa ramana pe veci, trebuie sa o las  in urma... Facand o recenzie la ce am facut pana acum, ajung la concluzia ca am facut de toate si nimic. Am iubit, suferit...am ranit, am fost ranita, am pierdut prieteni, am castigat noi prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi vine sa cred cum au trecut toti acesti ani peste mine, fetita rasfatata si crescuta in puf. Azi peretii camerei sunt de un alb imaculat….unde e rozul de alta data??? Unde sunt jucariile care pana ieri imi invadau privirea la orice pas?? Sunt acasa….departe in cutii uitate in sifonier…acolo sunt si anii copilariei cu amintiri..in sertare bine inchise. Am fost un copil cuminte (sper ca ai mei sunt de aceiasi parere)….si fericit! Imi aduc aminte ca atunci cand aveam 7 anisori mama m-a intrebat ce vreau sa-mi aduca Mos  Craciun. I-am spus ca nu am ce sa-mi mai doresc….si eram chiar foarte suparata…ca nu stiu ce sa-i scriu “mosului”.Acum vad cu totul diferit acel moment. Imi dau seama ca am niste parinti extraordinari, care mi-au oferit tot ce voiam…Multumesc mami. Multumesc tati.&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum fetita a crescut, are responsabilitati….s-a lovit de primele incercari ale vietii. Primul soc a fost in anul I de faculate, cand a trebuit sa ma trezesc dimineata si sa-mi pregatesc singura micul dejun….nu mai erau mami sau tati sa mi-l aduca la pat! Si apoi totul incepuse sa fie altfel…. Dar copilul, incapatanat din fire, a ridicat fruntea, a invatat ce face un reseu, ce inseamna paturi suprapuse, baie pe hol…..A invatat ca trebuie sa munceasca, respectandu-si totusi conceptia despre munca”sa fie de drag, nu de nevoie”.Am avut noroc la acest capitol….desi am intalnit foarte multi oameni rai, am intalnit si oameni minunati si adevarati profesionisti (multumiri Mirunei)…..La facultate m-am lovit de un zid destul de dur….multe materii de real, dar am trecut cu bine   Pe parcursul facultatii mi-am dat seama ca lumea de la capitala e mult mai rea decat cei de la mine de acasa, ca adevaratii prieteni sunt cei vechi (si nu tot timpul) . Am vazut k din cele mai “ciudate” intamplari poti cunoaste oameni importanti pentru tine. …si lista poate continua.&lt;br /&gt;A venit si ultimul an de facultate, care stiuu…o sa treaca extraordinar de repede, dar  sper sa treaca repede si bine pentru ca am multe asteptari de la viitor, de la mine…..&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multe lucruri pe care le apreciez la mine. Si da, modestia o sa o las la usa de data asta. Imi place ca am ramas la fel de ambitioasa si de hotarata, de curajoasa ….usor obraznica, imi place ca ma uit in oglinda  in acelasi stil narcisist, imi place ca sunt mereu vesela si optimista. Dar ce imi place cel mai mult este faptul ca datorita oamenilor care au incredere in mine, am reusit sa capat si eu mai multa, si asta mi-a facut foarte bine. Pentru asta trebuie sa-i multumesc lui Mihai :)&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi place ca sunt la fel de razbunatoare si rautacioasa….dar asta uneori. &lt;br /&gt;Si ce detest cel mai mult este faptul ca de obicei ii ranesc tocmai pe cei care tin cel mai mult la mine…..la asta promit sa lucrez intens pe viitor.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea fiind spuse, nu am decat sa ma apuc de proiectele pentru maine….si sa ma bucur de cele cateva zeci de ore….in care mai am 20 de ani! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxjPHcAOEr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxjPHcAOEr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-430612921032390883?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/430612921032390883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/anii.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/430612921032390883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/430612921032390883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/anii.html' title='anii.....'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuoGVrulT1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EtQSsMpaeqs/s72-c/copil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6244410158503785779</id><published>2009-10-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:25:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6244410158503785779?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6244410158503785779/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/tehnologia-bat-o-vina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6244410158503785779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6244410158503785779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/tehnologia-bat-o-vina.html' title=''/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-8393054517718774989</id><published>2009-10-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:18:25.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipare...sau doar prostie?</title><content type='html'>In ziua de azi toata lumea…s-a emancipat ! O falsă mimare a eleganţei în exprimare, ii pune pe cei mai multi dintre noi în situaţia de „servitori” ai meselor la care de fapt sunt serviţi. Parcă nimeni nu mai mănâncă, toată lumea „serveşte”. Asta în condiţiile în care unul dintre sensurile de bază pentru „a servi” se referă la acţiunea, citez, de „a pune, a aduce la masă mâncare, băutură; a prezenta cuiva o mâncare ca să ia din ea, a trata pe cineva cu ceva; a da să mănânce”. Abia a te servi înseamnă a-ţi lua singur ceva de mâncare. O gazdă bună „serveşte masa” invitaţilor săi. Pentru că dacă povesteşti cuiva că „ai servit o masă excelentă la X”, un interlocutor mai... cititor de DEX ar putea să se mire nu atât de „nesimţirea” gazdei care te pune la  treabă, cât de lăudăroşenia-ţi suspect.&lt;br /&gt; In alta ordine de idei , am senzaţia că nimeni nu mai observă comicul situaţiei. Pentru toată lumea „a servi ceva” a ajuns să fie sinonim cu „a mânca ceva”, e drept, la concurenţă serioasă, cu „a consuma”.  Că şi „a consuma” e combinat cu toate fripturile, ciorbele, grătarele şi supele... Şi o fi „a consuma” sinonim cu „a mânca”- scrie negru pe alb în DEX, de altfel – dar nimeni nu consumă şi nimeni nu serveşte un codru de pâine, ci îl mănâncă pur şi simplu sau îl înfulecă, depinde de cât de mare e foamea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-8393054517718774989?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8393054517718774989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/emanciparesau-doar-prostie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8393054517718774989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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amar o tristete nouă,&lt;br /&gt;Doreste-ti sa plouă.&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu-ti mai auzi de tristete nici gandul,&lt;br /&gt;Asculta doar vantul.&lt;br /&gt;Cand tot ce-i parfum de femeie te doare,&lt;br /&gt;Miroase o floare.&lt;br /&gt;Cand nimic din toate acestea nu te-a potolit,&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai indragostit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autor: Mihai Nita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-8031446538255583100?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8031446538255583100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/poezie-preferata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8031446538255583100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8031446538255583100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/poezie-preferata.html' title='Poezie preferata :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-674568753126013391</id><published>2009-10-22T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:43:06.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stiu ca stii ca stiu ca stii...si mai stiu....:)))</title><content type='html'>Cine nu stie si nu stie ca nu stie, e prost: OCOLESTE-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cine nu stie, si stie ca nu stie e neinvatat: INVATA-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie, si nu stie ca stie, e adormit : TREZESTE-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie, si stie ca stie, e intelept: ASCULTA-L!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-674568753126013391?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/674568753126013391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/cine-stiecine-nu-stie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/674568753126013391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/674568753126013391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/cine-stiecine-nu-stie.html' title='stiu ca stii ca stiu ca stii...si mai stiu....:)))'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-8662655222146965797</id><published>2009-10-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:08:42.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studiu – DRAGOSTE - Te iubesc... din tot creierul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCdl0xCTWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yLajncO64Ok/s1600-h/inima_creier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCdl0xCTWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yLajncO64Ok/s200/inima_creier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485626734890338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tinem la proprietatea termenilor, ar trebui ca expresia ”te iubesc din toata inima” sa fie inlocuita cu expresia ”te iubesc din tot creierul”. toata lumea percepe inima ca fiind centrul iubirii, insa din punct de vedere neurologic, centrul iubirii este creierul, iar o echipa de neurologi americani a anuntat descoperirea circuitului neurologic al iubirii, explicand biologia acestui sentiment prin interactiunea dintre imagini formate pe creier, hormoni si gene. &lt;br /&gt;Aceste descoperiri se aplica atat pentru cei indragostiti de putin timp, pentru cei ce se iubesc de o viata dar si pentru cei ramasi cu ”inima” franta dupa despartirea de persoana iubita. ”Dragostea are o un fundament biologic si am reusit sa descoperim o serie de mecanisme importante care alcatuiesc aceasta baza”, a precizat Prof. Larry Young de la Centrul national Yerkes de Studiu al Primatelor din cadrul Universitatii din Atlanta, coordonatorul echipei de cercetari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cazul oamenilor, exista patru mici zone ale creierului care formeaza un asa-numit ”circuit al dragostei”. Echipa de cercetatori a reusit sa identifice aceste regiuni ale dragostei, regiuni ce au nume fara valente romantice - zona ventrala tegmentala (VTA), nucleus accumbens, palidum ventral si respectiv nucleul raphe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centrul iubirii este insa in micuta zona in forma de lacrima, ventrala tegmentala. Aceasta regiune se activeaza la oamenii care se indragostesc si ramane aprinsa la cuplurile care se iubesc chiar si dupa 20 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;Am si eu o intrebare!!! Daca tot iubim cu creierul, de ce nu gandim.... cand iubim?:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-8662655222146965797?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8662655222146965797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/studiu-dragoste-te-iubesc-din-tot.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8662655222146965797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8662655222146965797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/studiu-dragoste-te-iubesc-din-tot.html' title='Studiu – DRAGOSTE - Te iubesc... din tot creierul'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCdl0xCTWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yLajncO64Ok/s72-c/inima_creier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1397451502175431842</id><published>2009-10-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:48:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farfuriile care să nu trebuiască vreodată spălate, ci doar... mâncate :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCZEyrlqMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gb1Ji5XHkpk/s1600-h/farf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCZEyrlqMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gb1Ji5XHkpk/s200/farf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480661192976578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milanezul Tiziano Vicentini, în vârstă de 50 de ani, a realizat aceste farfurii special pentru şcoli, dintr-un aluat special cu faină, suficient de dur pentru a rezista în timpul mesei şi suficient de gustos pentru a fi mâncat după aceea. Italianul susţine că ideea i-a venit după ce a observat că şcolile irosesc mulţi bani pe farfurii şi tacâmuri din plastic sau pentru a angaja spălători de vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Farfuriile mele costă câţiva bănuţi şi pot fi mâncate de elevi după masă sau pot fi transformate în mâncare pentru animale", a argumentat Tiziano Vicentini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he!! mie mi se pare o idee faina. Nu e chiar originala, gasim si la noi asa ceva, dar de apreciat este faptul ca o farfurie costa "cativa banuti"...(la noi e foarte costisitor).&lt;br /&gt;... sper ca a gandit-o ca pe o "politica verde" (care ii aduce si un profit ce-i drept) si ca o sa fie destul de raspandit "fenomenul" ...macar din comoditate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-1397451502175431842?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/1397451502175431842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/farfuriile-care-sa-nu-trebuiasca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1397451502175431842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/1397451502175431842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/farfuriile-care-sa-nu-trebuiasca.html' title='Farfuriile care să nu trebuiască vreodată spălate, ci doar... mâncate :)'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SuCZEyrlqMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gb1Ji5XHkpk/s72-c/farf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-2767041258588484387</id><published>2009-10-05T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:09:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot ce se intampla o data, poate sa nu se mai intample niciodata. Dar tot ce se intampla de 2 ori se va intampla cu siguranta si a 3-a oara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SsmuAvIGzKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xiRf1La_iRI/s1600-h/PetEgo-PetTravelingEGR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SsmuAvIGzKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xiRf1La_iRI/s320/PetEgo-PetTravelingEGR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389029756799208610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna dimineata soare! Aoleu….nu e soare???  Si uite asa constientizez ca s-a terminat si vara asta, si  trebuie sa plec din nou la Bucuresti. Nu e ceva nou pentru mine, dar de fiecare data e altfel. Adun in suflet un amalgam de sentimente contradictorii: tristete si bucurie, teama si dorinta…speranta si dezamagire. Timpul a trecut repede si nepasator la dorinta mea de a face dintr-o secunda o vesnicie.Un prieten imi spune sa las sentimentele prezente si sa privesc inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Viitorul este singurul lucru care se promite mereu. Dar prezentul, prezentul cui sa-l lasam? Eu m-am saturat sa mai astept. M-am decis sa iau tot ce se poate lua din prezent, iar pretul pe care sunt dispusa sa-l platesc ma priveste. Cel putin, imi asigur o reusita imediata , mai pretioasa decat o eternitate incerta&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca ridic fruntea si inving emotiile si prezentul. Mananc o gogoasa, beau paharul zilnic de calciu efervescent si caut  geamantanele (cat mai multe ). Incepe un nou an din viata mea…sper ca unul mai bun! Pe curand…&lt;br /&gt;PS: pana am terminat de facut bagajele a rasarit si soarele...nu poate sa fie decat un semn bun;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-2767041258588484387?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/2767041258588484387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/tot-ce-se-intampla-o-data-poate-sa-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2767041258588484387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/2767041258588484387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/tot-ce-se-intampla-o-data-poate-sa-nu.html' title='Tot ce se intampla o data, poate sa nu se mai intample niciodata. Dar tot ce se intampla de 2 ori se va intampla cu siguranta si a 3-a oara...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SsmuAvIGzKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xiRf1La_iRI/s72-c/PetEgo-PetTravelingEGR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-112218436657552694</id><published>2009-10-04T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:15:17.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectie de viata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskPriyV1iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yNH5Oq2vFi4/s1600-h/borcanul-si-viata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un profesor de filosofie stãtea în fata clasei având pe catedrã câteva lucruri.C ând ora a început, fãrã sã spunã un cuvânt, a luat un borcan mare de maionezã gol, pe care l-a umplut cu mingi de golf. I-a întrebat pe studenti dacã borcanul este plin si acestia au convenit cã era.&lt;br /&gt;Profesorul a luat atunci o cutie cu pietricele pe care le-a turnat în borcan, scuturându-l usor. Pietricelele au umplut golurile dintre mingile de golf. I-a întrebat din nou pe studenti dacã borcanul era plin iar acestia au fost de acord cã era.&lt;br /&gt;Profesorul a luat dupã aceea o cutie cu nisip pe care l-a turnat înborcan,. Firesc nisipul a umplut de tot borcanul. I-a întrebat din nou pe studenti cum stãtea treaba iar acestia au rãspuns în cor "pliiin"!&lt;br /&gt;Profesorul a scos de sub catedrã douã cesti cu cafea pe care le-a turnat în borcan umplându-l de aceastã datã definitiv. Studentii au râs.&lt;br /&gt;"Acum" a spus profesorul dupã ce hohotele s-au domolit, "as dori sã întelegeti cã acest borcan reprezintã viata voastrã. Mingile de golf reprezintã lucrurile importante pentru voi, familia, copiii, sãnãtatea, prietenii si pasiunile voastre, si cã dacã totul ar fi pierdut în afarã de acestea, viata voastrã ar fi tot plinã."&lt;br /&gt;"Pietricelele sunt celelalte lucruri care conteazã pentru voi, serviciul, casa, masina, iar nisipul e restul lucrurilor mãrunte"&lt;br /&gt;"Dacã veti începe cu nisipul," a continuat el "nu veti mai avea unde sã puneti mingile de golf si pietricelele"&lt;br /&gt;"La fel si în viatã, dacã îti irosesti tot timpul si energia pentru lucrurile mici, nu vei avea niciodatã timp pentru lucrurile importante pentru tine."&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*"Acordã atentie lucurilor importante pentru fericirea ta...... Joacã-te cu copiii, fã-ti controale medicale periodic, iesi în oras la cinã, joacã golf, vei avea suficient timp altã datã sã faci curat sau sã repari cine stie ce dispozitiv . Ai, în primul rând grijã de mingile de golf, ele conteazã cu adevãrat. Stabileste-ti prioritãtile, restul e doar nisip." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre studenti a ridicat mâna interesându-se ce reprezentau cele douã cãni de cafea. Profesorul a zâmbit "Mã bucur cã întrebi asta,ele vor doar sã arate cã, oricât de plinã ar pãrea viata ta, e loc întotdeauna pentru douã cãni de cafea, împreunã cu un prieten."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-112218436657552694?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/112218436657552694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/lectie-de-viata.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/112218436657552694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/112218436657552694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/10/lectie-de-viata.html' title='Lectie de viata!'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskPriyV1iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yNH5Oq2vFi4/s72-c/borcanul-si-viata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-5218544241341621600</id><published>2009-07-10T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:51:23.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskKxQzy1wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mj82g3PXsOs/s1600-h/lara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskKxQzy1wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mj82g3PXsOs/s320/lara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388850270567585538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zambeste tuturor.Construieste un album de familie.Numara stelele. Imita o persoana pe care o iubesti.Suna-ti prietenii. Spune-i cuiva “Mi-e dor de tine!”Vorbeste cu Dumnezeu. Redevino… copilul de altadata.Sari coarda. Uita cuvantul “ranchiuna”. Spune “DA”.Tine-ti promisiunile. Razi! Cere ajutor. Schimba-ti pieptanatura.Fugi……. Canta……. Aminteste-ti de o aniversare. Ajuta un om sarac.Termina un proiect. Gandeste! Iesi pentru a te distra. Ofera-te voluntar.Rasfata-te intr-o baie cu spuma. Fa cuiva o favoare. Asculta cantecul greierilor.Viseaza cu ochii deschisi. Inchide televizorul si vorbeste. Fii amabil!Da-ti voie sa gresesti. Iarta! Multumeste-i lui Dumnezeu pentru soare.Arata-ti deschis fericirea. Fa un cadou. Accepta un compliment. Priveste atent o floare.Interzice-ti sa spui “Nu pot!” timp de o zi. Traieste-ti clipa! Continua o traditiea familiei. Incepe o alta zi. Astazi nu iti face griji! Exerseaza curajul in lucrurile mici.Ajuta un vecin la greu. Mangaie un copil care sufera. Asculta un prieten.Priveste fotografiile vechi. Imagineaza-ti valurile marii. Joaca-te cu jucaria tapreferata. Da-ti voie sa fii simpatic. Saluta-ti primul noul vecin.Fa pe cineva sa se simta bine-venit. Promite cuiva ca il vei ajuta.Aminteste-ti ca nu esti singur. Lauda intreit o fapta buna.Primeste in sufletul tau si in casa ta un catel de pe strada.Hraneste-l! Vorbeste-i! Pastreaza-l!Sterge lacrimile de pe un obraz.Cumpara-ti o ciocolata.Imparte-o cu unpofticios. Fii iarcurios. Gasesteun lucru nou,ceva frumos,ceva interesant.Da-te in leagan.Citeste o poveste.Povesteste-o unuicopil. Scrie o poezie.Daruieste-o “jumatatii” tale.Stai drept. Sadeste un copac.Multumeste-le celor de la care ai invatat.Sadeste si tu un arbore al vietii in inima si sufletul cuiva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-5218544241341621600?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/5218544241341621600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/07/zambeste-tuturor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5218544241341621600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/5218544241341621600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/07/zambeste-tuturor.html' title='Zambeste'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskKxQzy1wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mj82g3PXsOs/s72-c/lara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-601454947424973176</id><published>2009-06-25T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:28:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..nu am chef azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskFZ9tb8LI/AAAAAAAAADc/e66-6NKmpw0/s1600-h/just_powder_and_dust___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskFZ9tb8LI/AAAAAAAAADc/e66-6NKmpw0/s320/just_powder_and_dust___by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844372745515186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...azi am asa...o stare de spiritttt:))) aiurea rau. dupa o noapte extrem de zbuciumata...in sensul urat al cuvantului (prietenii stiu de ce)....a urmat o zi super incarcata....conferinte si alte activitati de genu...&lt;br /&gt;..........si acum dupa ce seara s-a lasat peste oras...simt un mare gol .....maine trebuie sa parasesc camera de camin......sa parasesc bagaje de amintiri.....milioane de sperante si miliarde de vise...trebuie sa abandonez...un an din viatza mea....Bune sau rele....toate le las in sertare bine inchise :)&lt;br /&gt;......nu stiu de ce imi pare rau ca merg acasa....am destule motive sa ma bucur....si totusi.....&lt;br /&gt;Asta seara am privit cerul....e asa urat aici! acasa e mereu senin si plin de stelutze..... sunt multe persoane dragi sufletului meu....si totusi sunt trista!....(daca afla cineva de ce.....sa-mi zica si mie! ofer recompensa:)))&lt;br /&gt;.......trecand la prognoza meteo....afara linistea dinaintea furtunii incepe sa fie deranjata de cate un tunet....si cerul negru (si foarte poluat).....este brazdat haotic de fulgere.&lt;br /&gt;In nebunia mea...aseman ploaia asta cu un val....ce sterge inimioarele facute pe plaja de indragostiti......asa imi sterge si mie sentimente refulate.....:)) mda...e clar!! o iau razna:)))&lt;br /&gt;....am in cap atat de multe ganduri si idei....incat acest puzzle de cuvinte mi se pare...anost&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fac de toate si nimic.....vreau sa fie cerul senin si plin de stelute.....vreau sa fiu pe malul marii....sa ascult sunetul dezordonat al valurilor.....vreau sa ma tina cineva in brate si sa ma minta frumos......vreau o clatita cu finneti si banane....vreau o lalea galbena....vreau vreau....etc&lt;br /&gt;-TREZIREA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Nuuuuu.....nu vreau sa ma apuc sa fac bagaje!!&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stii ca in viatza faci o multime de lucruri care nu-ti fac placere??&lt;br /&gt;-......:(....ok ma apuc de impachetat......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-601454947424973176?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/601454947424973176/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-am-chef-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/601454947424973176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/601454947424973176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-am-chef-azi.html' title='..nu am chef azi'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskFZ9tb8LI/AAAAAAAAADc/e66-6NKmpw0/s72-c/just_powder_and_dust___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-4742677847083287493</id><published>2009-06-15T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:46:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>practica mai 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJspVkzPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DK_Ppp9oGMo/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJspVkzPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DK_Ppp9oGMo/s320/DSC_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388849091740749042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....yupi tzupi.....a venit luna mai toti studentii de la mediu sunt invitati sa paraseasca frumosul si mirobolantul Bucuresti sa mearga ...in practica:)).....Buzau - Vrancea....destinatia perfecta:))&lt;br /&gt;ziua 1....plecam noi de la Opera.....fericiti ca avem ca indrumatori 2 profi tineri:P.....si dornici de cunoastere..sau recunostere:).....(a gustului bauturii evident:)))ps: nu e cazul meu:P&lt;br /&gt;....mergem prima data sa vedem carstul pe sare de la Manzalesti - Lopatari... lacul Meledic....nu intru in detalii....:)).....apoi ajungem la.....la...la...Arbanasi evident:)) ne cazam frumos....care cum am apucat....la noi in camera fiind 7 fete si Sarpe evident....si incepm distractia:P.....jocul cheie al practicii "I have never"....super tareeee&lt;br /&gt;seara s-a lasat cu cantecele folk....l-am descoperit si noi pe Make.....aplauze va rog:))...care ne-a cantat si incantat! au cantat de asemenea si colegii nostrii....Raul si Dragos.....frumos&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi.....greu cu trezitul ca noapteaaaaaa...a fost lunga:)).....&lt;br /&gt;si poc....haide-ti copilasi sa mergem putin....mai muuuult...pe  cararile patriei:))....mie mi-a placut....mi-a facut teo capul calendar "morrrr....ma dor muschii inghinali"dar in rest a fost oki:)&lt;br /&gt;ajungem seara in tabara...apa calda....la noi acasa poate.....noroc ca am avut deosebita placere...noi fetele doar sa facem baie...la mihai(care ne zisese avea apa...calda).....ajunse la fata locului...fiecare la ora la care era programata:))...descoperim ca si acolo apa era rece:D dar nah....eram asa de onorate incat am suportat cu eriosm .&lt;br /&gt;seara.....nu stiu ce s-a intmplat ca eu am stat in camera(tipic mie:)))&lt;br /&gt;Apoi schimbam macazul:)) si mergem la Galaciuc (pentru necunoscatori in Subcarpatii Vrancei)....cazarea....de lux:)) am stat la vila Ciresica....cu Teo evident:)) si cu Shape....seara disco....muzica...acelasi ritual....&lt;br /&gt;apoi...cheile Tisitei...traseul pt domnisoare.....Mihai in fata turmei:)).....Make in spate....eu si teo...ultimele logic....(se accentuase durerea de la muschii inghinali)....traseul foarte frumos....pacat ca a inceput ploaia :D&lt;br /&gt;apoi am mers la cascada Putna....frumos...am vazut o vulpe:)))&lt;br /&gt;seara.....am stat afara....sub patura ....la lumina lunii.....cu Ioana si Mihai.....si artistul(Make) care fredona melodii....asa....la sentiment:))))))&lt;br /&gt;......s-a terminat prea repede practica....pe drum mi-a fost rau...vai de mine....si back in buc.&lt;br /&gt;o sa-mi lipseasca aplicatiile astea....:(&lt;br /&gt;mai sunt multe de zis....promit ca revin asupra subiectului:)).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-4742677847083287493?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/4742677847083287493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/practica-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4742677847083287493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/4742677847083287493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/practica-mai-2009.html' title='practica mai 2009'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJspVkzPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DK_Ppp9oGMo/s72-c/DSC_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-8043155763636738936</id><published>2009-06-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:51:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.bandzoogle.com/users/UrbanHotSpot/images/content/tag-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 182px;" src="http://content.bandzoogle.com/users/UrbanHotSpot/images/content/tag-300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...din categoria....ador provocarile....si jocurile:))......sper sa fie pe masura asteptarilor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt: ...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in pana de idei:)), plictisita si melancolica....si toate in acelasi timp:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vrea: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o solutie magica pentru toate problemele...sau macar rabdare :P si o vreau acummmm (rabdarea :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastrez:....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;toti trandafirii galbeni pe care i-am primit (in ultimul an)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...pastrez multe amintiri din liceu :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi-as dori: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sa merg in Thailanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu-mi place:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ....tutunul....mizeria si nu-mi plac manele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma tem: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de singuratate :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aud: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dido....who makes you feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi pare rau: .....&lt;/strong&gt;nu-mi pare rau de nimic ...he he:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi place: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inghetzata de vanilie si caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...yumi:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu sunt:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; modesta:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cant:&lt;/strong&gt; cand sunt happy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niciodata: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nu ma dau invinsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt; (nu exista nu se poate...exista doar nu vreau:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rar:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ies in cluburi :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plang:&lt;/strong&gt; la filmele "siropoase "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu sunt multumita:..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..pfff...rar sa ma multumeasca si pe mine ceva sau cineva:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt confuza:&lt;/strong&gt;....de obicei din cauza problemelor........sentimentale:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am nevoie: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afectiuneeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ar trebui:.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...sa ma apuc de invatat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Familie:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....dupa 24 de ani :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greseli majore:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...mirore...de obicei trimit mesaje tocmai persoanelor despre care vorbesc......:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobby-uri:&lt;/strong&gt; :D fiind in pana de idei..o intreb pe Nadia si ea zice imediat "sa stai pe mess!!" :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimitate: &lt;/strong&gt;totul depinde de imaginatie:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....cat mai simpli si cat mai multi...asta doar iarna:))) vara picioarele la vedereee:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucruri interzise:.....&lt;/strong&gt;ce frumos suna! dar mereu trebuie atentie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machiaj:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....asta cam face parte din fisa postului la femei:))(citez..alaturi de mersul la cumparaturi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niciodata nu ai face/spune/purta:&lt;/strong&gt; sex in grup:)))....secretele prietenilor.....indispensabili barbatesti=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originala: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pe cat posibil :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parfumul preferat:&lt;/strong&gt;Bright Crystal(versace) si Euphoria (C.K.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reguli:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...pentru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  o viatza civilizata:)))) cea mai buna regula e respectul:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping:.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...oh daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatru:.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...cam rar din pacate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentatii:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...mai mult culinare :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinuta perfecta:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....eleganta neaparat si rochitza evident:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacanta perfecta:.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..."nicaieri dar cu tine...asta e o destinatie buna "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziua de nastere: 1 noiembrie 1988, Slatina:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/174156466465982469-8043155763636738936?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/8043155763636738936/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8043155763636738936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/8043155763636738936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-6809164588795236947</id><published>2009-05-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:44:46.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putere si decadere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJLXZlQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fbvGgzxTIlc/s1600-h/in-tune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJLXZlQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fbvGgzxTIlc/s320/in-tune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848519990034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="q"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;Punând mâna pe sufletul meu&lt;br /&gt;Ai pus mâna pe nemurire.&lt;br /&gt;Îţi pot dărui nesfârşirea,&lt;br /&gt;Pot lua sfârşitul&lt;br /&gt;Şi cu el- pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea mea de a îndura&lt;br /&gt;Se confundă cu marea.&lt;br /&gt;Puterea mea de a convinge&lt;br /&gt;Se confundă cu vântul.&lt;br /&gt;Pot iubi, cum pot nimici... prin tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de aripi să pot învinge-&lt;br /&gt;Prefer suflet să câştig-&lt;br /&gt;Cobor până în adâncuri&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a mă ridica în înalt...&lt;br /&gt;Şi toate astea cu tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi nescriind nimic până acum&lt;br /&gt;Pot avea tot şi toate,&lt;br /&gt;Sau nimic şi nimeni,&lt;br /&gt;Putere şi decădere&lt;br /&gt;Cu... şi prin tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Dicu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174156466465982469-6809164588795236947?l=saltlumiere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/feeds/6809164588795236947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/05/putere-si-decare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6809164588795236947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174156466465982469/posts/default/6809164588795236947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltlumiere.blogspot.com/2009/05/putere-si-decare.html' title='Putere si decadere...'/><author><name>JeuX d'Enfants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428102467475858030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/TFGARM51oMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SOavFWNUDCw/S220/4261c21c656e70886bcd32ae91972430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJLXZlQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fbvGgzxTIlc/s72-c/in-tune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174156466465982469.post-1321748153092968300</id><published>2008-03-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:47:25.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26BqpABQnMk/SskJ1aDqRgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ddkP-UKEIB8/s1600-h/putere-si-sensibilitate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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