<?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-3803145981515741100</id><updated>2011-12-21T14:29:07.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?...</title><subtitle type='html'>something like...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-6543909295054927295</id><published>2010-04-06T01:11:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:02:04.844+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S7puMGDV2hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SEhugThHF0M/s1600/hahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S7puMGDV2hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SEhugThHF0M/s400/hahah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456795052574890514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;De ce ai vrut sa complici lucrurile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sunt de acord cu tine ca trebuia sa facem ceva, oricum, nu mai puteam stagna. Ma intreb de ce ai hotarat sa actionezi in modul asta. M-am intrebat. Nu ma voi mai intreba.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu trebuie sa ma respingi sau sa fii crud cu mine ca sa ma faci sa te vreu mai mult. Atata lucru nu stii despre mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In urma cu 2 ani si 7 luni am iesit impreuna pe plaja unde mi-ai explicat de ce ar trebui sa-ti mai dau o sansa. Nu am crezut prezentarea ta... dar m-ai rugat sa-ti mai dau o sansa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Exista 2 Tu in perspectiva mea.  Exista Tu care in timpul acestei sanse mi-ai demonstrat ca am ales corect. Exista Tu cel inainte de noua sansa care m-a urmarit in permanenta si m-a tinut sa nu am incredere in tine, sa nu-ti spun ce gandesc cu adevarat din teama ca ma vei rani din nou. Am considerat ca cel mai bine si cel mai simplu este sa lasam lucrurile sa curga. Am incercat sa schimb directia lucrurilor, dar nu ai fost de acord. Acum ai simtit tu ca e cazul sa schimbi cursul lucrurilor. Ai facut-o cu stil. Esti foarte bun. Esti chiar genial. Cu toate ca am vazut cum invarti lucrurile dupa voia ta, tot m-ai uimit la maximum, m-ai surprins tot mai tare cand ma asteptam mai putin. O strategie cu o tactica geniala. Regulile jocului le-ai schimbat pe teren astfel incat sa ramai tu cel care detine controlul indiferent de felul in care am jucat eu. Stiam ca nu era nevoie/vorba de control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cei &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doi&lt;/span&gt; Tu s-au contopit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma privesc in ochi pe mine de acum 4 ani si-mi zambesc ca acea eu nu m-a parasit in preajma ta. Mereu a fost acolo sa ridice semne de exclamare. Mereu prezenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma privesc pe mine de acum in ochi... vad dezamagire; incepusem tot mai tare sa cred in tine. Semnele de exclamare faceau Dansul "Pa"... daca voiai sa ajungi intr-un anumit punct, probabil te-ai grabit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma privesc pe mine de acum 4 ani in ochi. Am renuntat la tine o data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma privesc pe mine de acum in ochi; umezi; zambet trist dar increzator: pot sa mai renunt la tine o data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Inteleg ce faci, dar nu vreau sa merg mai departe in aceste conditii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tu intelegi ce fac eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fiecare intalnire a noastra a fost plina cu farmec, mister si pasiune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Un soare cu 22 de raze pentru noi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-6543909295054927295?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6543909295054927295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=6543909295054927295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6543909295054927295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6543909295054927295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S7puMGDV2hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SEhugThHF0M/s72-c/hahah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-6377168776811643717</id><published>2010-03-26T20:34:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:43:42.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Culori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CI4OEpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IRC6M-jLXfk/s1600/fereastra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CI4OEpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IRC6M-jLXfk/s400/fereastra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453017075369157778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baiatul care iese din casa pe fereastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Suna precum cascade in linistea naturii, iar timpul oprit se oduleaza dupa a sa tonalitate in culori complementare; imbratisate dau nastere peisajului pastelat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ramai... cateva bucle pe fereastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-6377168776811643717?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6377168776811643717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=6377168776811643717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6377168776811643717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6377168776811643717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/03/baiatul-care-iese-din-casa-pe-fereastra.html' title='Culori'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CI4OEpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IRC6M-jLXfk/s72-c/fereastra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3073488612050403420</id><published>2010-03-25T02:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:38:26.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CvI99DOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2MA1QmLpj7Q/s1600/magicwands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CvI99DOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2MA1QmLpj7Q/s400/magicwands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453017732699983074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Scufita Neagra merge prin desert si loveste cu lantul peste dinti pinguini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Scufita Neagra ii indeasa lupului pe gat cozonac."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nu mai am ceai in cana. Dar mai am plicuri de ceai sa-mi fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A iesit un om din viata mea. De aceasta data definitiv. Dar a intrat alt om in viata mea. De fapt, alti oameni au pasit pragul vietii mele, sufletului meu. Iar cel care mergea prin curtea mea de a plecat fara sa incuie poarta, nu mai are cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cheia este pe masa din curte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Acum celebram bucuria minunii Soarelui, fara gard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"As intelege sa te miri daca ti-ar fi spus sa iei mai putin ca nimic - zise Palarierul- dar mai mult ca nimic e foarte usor sa iei, nu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Tu bucura-te cu intelesul, ca vorbele se descurca singure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3073488612050403420?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3073488612050403420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3073488612050403420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3073488612050403420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3073488612050403420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/03/open.html' title='Open'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S60CvI99DOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2MA1QmLpj7Q/s72-c/magicwands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-5753030940561197319</id><published>2010-03-03T18:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:57:58.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Omul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46U9CdYlTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0q0Wy3b5pOU/s1600-h/compozitieom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46U9CdYlTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0q0Wy3b5pOU/s400/compozitieom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444452775890556210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-5753030940561197319?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5753030940561197319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=5753030940561197319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5753030940561197319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5753030940561197319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/03/omul.html' title='Omul'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46U9CdYlTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0q0Wy3b5pOU/s72-c/compozitieom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-5962870217514191836</id><published>2010-03-03T15:20:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:51:16.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Block-Man Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46THELER0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ey0gjPEVjc4/s1600-h/block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46THELER0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ey0gjPEVjc4/s320/block.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444450749126035266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O teorie interesanta, aplicabila, cu randament de proportii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In ce consta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ca Om-Bloc functionezi oarecum precum o celula cu membrana semipermeabila. Iti mai amintesti lectia de la biologie? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cum functioneaza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Membrana semipermeabila permite doar difuzia moleculelor de apa spre solutia mai concentrata, nu insa si pe cea a materiilor dizolvate din solutia mai concentrata spre solutia cu concentratie mai scazuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Altfel spus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Omul-Bloc ofera tot ce are, dar nu primeste "materii dizolvate".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Omul-Bloc filtreaza totul astfel incat sa patrunda doar lucrurile bune, la restul ramanand imun; impermeabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Omul-Bloc nu poate fi vulnerabil din constructie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Omul-Bloc rade cat mai mult din timpul in care este treaz, uneori si in somn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Diferite stari de agregare: solida, lichida, gazoasa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Consecinta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cand simti ca te topesti, chiar daca nu ai pe moment puterea de a te aduna la loc, nu-i bai :D. Exista optiunea de a ramane invizibil... si lichid. Nu te vede nimeni, in aceasta stare nu are cum sa ti se intample ceva. Dupa ce gasesti resursele necesare, te solidifici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Concluzie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In tot acest timp esti tot tu, Omul-Bloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caracteristica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Omul-Bloc trece peste orice; este in permanenta constient de acest lucru si este rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;“And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct.” ~Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-5962870217514191836?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5962870217514191836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=5962870217514191836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5962870217514191836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5962870217514191836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/03/block-man-theory.html' title='The Block-Man Theory'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S46THELER0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ey0gjPEVjc4/s72-c/block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-7227108021440402855</id><published>2010-02-22T16:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:43:00.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KXpVkKVDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QnvQ2b-u880/s1600-h/mer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KXpVkKVDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QnvQ2b-u880/s400/mer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078036236227634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-7227108021440402855?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7227108021440402855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=7227108021440402855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7227108021440402855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7227108021440402855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/02/still.html' title='still...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KXpVkKVDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QnvQ2b-u880/s72-c/mer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-415989991501664050</id><published>2010-02-22T15:45:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:35:53.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KVBtJuiTI/AAAAAAAAANw/MKVwzVcglng/s1600-h/asta+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KVBtJuiTI/AAAAAAAAANw/MKVwzVcglng/s400/asta+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441075156349782322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;deseori tot ceea ce simt ma face sa-mi doresc sa scriu, sa transpun intr-un mod, sa las o amprenta, o amintire a ceea ce ma constituie in acel prezent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deseori tot ceea ce simt ma face incapabila sa transpun in litere... aceasta simtire e prea complexa, profunda...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cum poti exprima un sentiment?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;unui sentiment (1 ca cifra), ii poti pune un nume totusi... problema mea este ca sunt mai multe senzatii care constituie o stare generala, modul in care ma simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;so,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sa o iau invers? in loc sa pornesc de la starea finala "y" compusa din "x" sentimente, sa descompun pe sentimentul "x1", "x2",..."xn"? sa dau un nume fiecaruia si asa pot ajunge la cel final, grandios. The master :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;entuziasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;teama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;necunoscut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;magie... (magie... cred ca in acest cuvant se concentreaza de fapt toti "x"-ii )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;placere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;satisfactie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;tris... nu... nostalg... nu... aaaahh... ?...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;credinta (I believe)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;frumos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;vise...  :).....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;implinire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;siguranta ca decizia mea este buna pentru mine. "cea mai buna decizie pe care ai luat-o pana acum, Mirona! :) ".  nici chiar, dar se afla in top 3. sau 2.  si spun asta inainte de a se materializa concret in fapte. :) o fi bine? ma astept (stiu)... imi va fi mai bine. stiu ca din punctul, pozitia, situatia in care ma aflu acum, ceea ce am devenit, nu ma pot indrepta decat spre MAI bine/bun/satisfacator/placut/frumos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;incredere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;da :)  incredere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nu mai astept cu nerabdare momentul. Se va intampla. Se intampla.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar am incredere acum. Incredere in mine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-415989991501664050?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/415989991501664050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=415989991501664050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/415989991501664050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/415989991501664050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S4KVBtJuiTI/AAAAAAAAANw/MKVwzVcglng/s72-c/asta+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3227863900049351237</id><published>2010-02-09T10:23:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:12:00.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al meu clar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EjQrXOmNI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPkLTs9ViSQ/s1600-h/reghin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EjQrXOmNI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPkLTs9ViSQ/s400/reghin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436164994637928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O lunga perioada in care nu se intampla nimic; nimic nou, nimic satisfacator, nimic care sa ma faca sa tresar, nimic care sa ma faca sa am emotii, nimic care sa ma determine sa-mi doresc ceva. Un cerc vicios in care se amesteca prezentul cu trecutul si cu vidul din viitorul spre care stiu ca ma indrept - doar ca este acolo in fata mea si din comoditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajunsa la marginea formei neclare si distorsionate a vidului, ma apasa presiunea luarii unei decizii. Las vidul sa se incolaceasca in jurul meu, imobilizandu-ma, sufocandu-ma, sperand doar ca in acest giulgiu stiut - al meu - totusi se va ivi ceva, neasteptat, surprinzator...? Sau aleg sa-mi redirectionez pasii spre un loc necunoscut, neclar, scaldat in ceata diminetii, in care pot zari vag unduirea contururilor ce-l alcatuiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sau valul? :) Stim raspunsul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rasucesc pe calcaie si plec!&lt;br /&gt;Lumina calda, ceata, forme nedeslusite, roua si zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Al meu clar zambet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3227863900049351237?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3227863900049351237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3227863900049351237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3227863900049351237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3227863900049351237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-lunga-perioada-in-care-nu-se-intampla.html' title='Al meu clar'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EjQrXOmNI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPkLTs9ViSQ/s72-c/reghin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-6597476912562611787</id><published>2010-02-01T16:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:21:13.811+02:00</updated><title type='text'>throwing my hands up in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EaQYqevHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PeoNQYcKni4/s1600-h/r4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EaQYqevHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PeoNQYcKni4/s400/r4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436155094013754482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-6597476912562611787?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6597476912562611787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=6597476912562611787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6597476912562611787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6597476912562611787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2010/02/throwing-my-hands-up-in-air.html' title='throwing my hands up in the air'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3EaQYqevHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PeoNQYcKni4/s72-c/r4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-441671982608980533</id><published>2009-11-09T17:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:19:34.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet disposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SvgyCZYDFzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/I6XKmGs81Ws/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SvgyCZYDFzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/I6XKmGs81Ws/s400/leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402122769783789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;:)... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enjoy, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cat timp simti ca e right, e right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweet disposition&lt;br /&gt;Never too soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh reckless abandon,&lt;br /&gt;Like no one's watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;A moment, a love&lt;br /&gt;A dream, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;A kiss, a cry&lt;br /&gt;Our rights, our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;A moment, a love&lt;br /&gt;A dream, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;A moment, a love&lt;br /&gt;A dream, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just stay there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cause I'll be comin' over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;While our bloods still young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's so young, it runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Won't stop til it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Won't stop to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-441671982608980533?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/441671982608980533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=441671982608980533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/441671982608980533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/441671982608980533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-disposition.html' title='Sweet disposition'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SvgyCZYDFzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/I6XKmGs81Ws/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-6744364115198342834</id><published>2009-10-28T15:17:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:31:39.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...si acum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ok, sa zicem ca sunt nefericita in esesnta in prezent. Asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa`mi vars frustrarile pe ceilalti... cu atat mai mult asupra persoanelor pe care le iubesc... sau persoanelor de la care mi se trage nefericirea deoarece nu ei imi conditioneaza fericirea. Aceasta "fericire" e independenta de ceilalti; este dependenta de mine; eu nu sunt dependenta de ea; eu imi propun in ce masura sa fiu fericita. Asa ca... trebuie sa decid in ce masura sa fiu fericita si ce factori mi`ar periclita acel prag de start al fericirii pe care mi`l stabilesc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iau deciziile pe care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;trebuie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; sa le iau sau iau deciziile in functie de ceea ce simt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Daca procedez dupa o gandire pe termen lung... ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;trebui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; sa decid ceea ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;trebuie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dar acest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trebuie&lt;/span&gt; este sustinut si indus de mentalitatea de turma... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trebuie&lt;/span&gt; pentru ca asa se cade sau&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trebuie &lt;/span&gt;pentru ca ceilalti nu inteleg... numai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;argumente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; sustinute de nimic concret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am o singura viata si am convenit cu mine ca deciziile pe care le iau sa fie in functie de ceea ce simt si de ceea ce`mi doresc. Asa ca renunt la acest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; trebuie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Pot trai liber, fara regrete si frustrari doar daca fac ceea ce simt, dar intr`un mod rational si matur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Problema insa este ca  nu stiu nici ce trebuie,  nici ce simt ca sa`mi pot da seama ce`mi doresc, ce vreau sa fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stiu doar ca... vreau sa fac ceava ca sa nu mai fiu in aceasta situatie care`mi da o stare de neimplinire. Nu`mi dau seama exact de la ce a pornit toata nedumerirea si nevoia de a decide ceva in aceasta privinta; in privinta ta, suflet drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Singura solutie, momentan, care`mi vine in minte este sa las sa vina totul de la sine si sa nu fac niciun demers. Lucrurile tind sa fie simple si sa se rezolve de la sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am incredere in intuitia mea, mi s`a demonstrat intotdeauna ca este reala, corecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Intuitia este putin in contradictie cu ea insasi deoarece sunt caracteristici care ma satisfac si ma fac sa ma simt bine (ceea ce era si pana acum, chiar mai intens acum, deoarece te cunosc mai bine); dar in acelasi timp simt ca ceva este in neregula: ca ma minti sau ca imi ascunzi ceva sau ca intr`o anumita masura te folosesti de mine. Nu`mi dau seama de ce ai face asta... dar comportamentul oamenilor este dincolo de intelegerea rationala si fondata clar. Nu vreau sa cred aceste lucruri despre tine... dar din moment ce le simt, nu le pot ignora... ele exista... si asta ma intristeaza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te voi lasa sa pasti. De la sine prin comportamentul tau ma voi lamuri si situatia se va dizolva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oricum simt ca in continuare va fi o calatorie minunata... si totusi simt ca acesta este doar un inceput.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Asa ca... to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-6744364115198342834?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6744364115198342834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=6744364115198342834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6744364115198342834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/6744364115198342834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-acum.html' title='...si acum?'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-7329985679954780540</id><published>2009-10-27T15:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:40:03.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>xox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Sub0ygDuXdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NMCB68vDvMs/s1600-h/imgCloudComputing_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Sub0ygDuXdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NMCB68vDvMs/s400/imgCloudComputing_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397270351886310866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am crescut :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult la radio o melodie care acum un an ma facea sa ma gandesc la anumite lucruri nu tocmai constructive... iar acum zambesc cu drag, privind amintirea in ochii tristi de atunci. Realitatea cu care ma confrunt poate e mai delicata si mai dificila decat ce mi se intampla acum un an :) Dar imi place cum o modelez constructiv; cum imi canalizez energia doar pe lucrurile cu adevarat importante pentru mine. Sa spunem ca nu toate merg struna, dar nu mai e niciodata panica si oricum lucrurile merg asa cum imi proun pentru ca tot ce tine de viata mea este in functie de mine, de deciziile pe care le iau, modul prin care le transpun in fapte si masura in care imi propun sa fiu fericita... echilibrata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am spus acum un an ca invat si ca nu ma voi mai lasa niciodata sa simt ce am simtit. Nu era firesc... nici omenesc... decat prin caracterul sentimentului uman. Dar nu omenesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Din nou zambesc gandindu`ma la trecut. Am invatat ca asa voi zambi intotdeauna la acest gand, deoarece sunt intr`o tranzitie constructiva permanenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-7329985679954780540?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7329985679954780540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=7329985679954780540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7329985679954780540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7329985679954780540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/10/xox.html' title='xox'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Sub0ygDuXdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NMCB68vDvMs/s72-c/imgCloudComputing_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-1173628478995653578</id><published>2009-09-23T17:46:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:00:57.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>suflet drag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SsIgdSRl_lI/AAAAAAAAALw/BBww031cM3w/s1600-h/Bucegi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SsIgdSRl_lI/AAAAAAAAALw/BBww031cM3w/s400/Bucegi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386903791782461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;s vrea sa descriu cat de frumoasa este iubirea dintre 2 suflete. 2 suflete fragile care se completeaza si devin un intreg puternic. 2 suflete autentice si frumoase, atat de diferite, dar atat de asemanatoare ca si concept si baza de valori. 2 suflete care vor sa fie in permanenta in compania celuilalt suflet. Un suflet mov si un suflet verde. Cateodata in dungi, alta data in bulinute sau patratele sau triunghiuri, dar intotdeauna in complementaritate cu celalalt pentru ca potrivirea este perfecta indiferent de forma sau culoare, de stare sau dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vibratia este foarte puternica, se simt unul pe celalalt incontestabil si se iubesc si se doresc a fi imbratisati... ceea ce se realizeaza prin trup... contactul constant care exista psihic si spiritual se transpune fizic in senzorial;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am mers impreuna pe pasuni cu pietre colorate intr-un verde crud fluorescent de un muschi ciudat, dar viu; prinsi intr-o poenita de ceata... am coborat muntele si ne-am motivat reciproc sa avem incredere in propriile suflete minunate pe care le avem... sufletul mandru de sufletul mandru la randul sau de celalalt suflet mandru, au pierdut contactul cu realitatea in lumina a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;pusului portocalie ce batea in marul din curte, de undeva de dupa munti... intr-un act de afectiune si simtire vibranta in care sensul aerului (acela de a te mentine in viata) era inutil, fara sens; magnetism intens intr-o contopire spirituala sustinuta usor de simtul tactil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;... mangaiere usoara a carcasei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Intr-o liniste si imagine de inceput de lume, stau 2 suflete printre nori si ceata pe pasunea muntelui frumos. Timpul a stat... segment in favoarea noastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-1173628478995653578?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1173628478995653578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=1173628478995653578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1173628478995653578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1173628478995653578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/09/suflet-drag.html' title='suflet drag'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SsIgdSRl_lI/AAAAAAAAALw/BBww031cM3w/s72-c/Bucegi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-2924395404086271171</id><published>2009-05-12T19:07:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:53:05.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acum stiu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgnDOZfThII/AAAAAAAAALg/8iMICQPlgcY/s1600-h/1506196-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgnDOZfThII/AAAAAAAAALg/8iMICQPlgcY/s400/1506196-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335009885724836994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fiind autentica am vazut ca se transpune subliminal aceeasi stare de confort si autenticitate si in comportamentul celuilalt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;. Asta inseamna ca fiind autentic detii controlul. Controlul de sine, deoarece nu e nimic de ascuns, de trisat de jucat, de demonstrat; esti tu si puterea iti apartine. Fiind autentic, liber, independent nu se mai nasc frustrari si de aici nu mai rezulta dorinta de a demonstra ceva celorlalti. Daca tu te cunosti  si esti fericit cu tine, doar tie iti mai poti demonstra lucruri, eventual atunci cand vrei sa`ti depasesti limitele. E un lucru sanatos si minunat.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M`am entuziasmat!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M`am entuziasmat pentru ca am descoperit persoane fara frustrari, persoane deschise si libere si frumoase, persoane dragi mie. Simt cum crestem, ca o planta, impreuna. Nu mai sunt dependenta de anumite persoane pentru a fi fericita sau pentru a ma simti iubita. Lucrurile sunt mult mai simple. Nevoile mele sunt individuale si tin numai de persoana mea, ma simt bine si ma iubesc, se simt si ceilalti bine cu mine si ma iubesc. In acest fel ii scutesc si pe ceilalti de a fi atenti la nevoile mele si de a se simti oarecum nevoiti sa le satisfaca sau oarecum vinovati daca nu. Atrag prin ceea ce sunt, persoane asemanatoare mie. Pentru ca e nevoie de persoane care sa inteleaga toata deschiderea asta, acest vast orizont pe care il percep din multe unghiuri. Fara sa inlocuiesc realitatea cu propria realitate pentru a demonstra ceva, pentru a fi in defensiva sau ca sa am o parere mai buna despre mine sau sa fiu in avantaj intr`o situatie care in realitate e intr`un anumit fel, avantajul fiind imaginar (banuiesc ca astea sunt motivele pentru care unii oameni fac acest lucru).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum stiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Da, sunt indragostita de tine :). Intr`un alt fel de mod. Ti`am tot spus ca nimeni nu apartine nimanui. Mi`ar placea sa fim liberi si deschisi si sinceri, petrecand timp impreuna asa cum facem, cladind ceva deosebit. Nu vreau sa`ti rapesc libertatea, cerandu`ti tot felul de lucruri, iar tu mintindu`ma ca e ca mine, ca sa`mi satisfaci mie nevoia de posesivitate, tu oricum facand ceea ce vrei sa faci! E aberant! Beibi, esti liber, dragul meu :) Ne putem contopi spiritele libere creand o libertate comuna, fara frustrari, minciuni, posesivitate, gelozie, etc... o libertate LIBERA, folosita cu cap, si cat timp ne face placere sa fim unul cu celalalt, cat timp ne simtim bine impreuna, cat timp vom adora sa ne facem sa zambim reciproc, vom imparti timpul in favoarea noastra. Intelegi? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Esti genial oricum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;We can fight our desires&lt;br /&gt;Oooh but when we start making fires&lt;br /&gt;We get ever so hot&lt;br /&gt;Oooh whether we like it or not&lt;br /&gt;They say we can love who we trust&lt;br /&gt;Oooh but what is love without lust?&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts with accurate devotions&lt;br /&gt;Oooh but what are feelings without emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;And not let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my hopes out on the line&lt;br /&gt;Oooh will they be ready for you in time&lt;br /&gt;If you leave them out too long&lt;br /&gt;Oooh they'll be withered by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Full stops and exclamation marks&lt;br /&gt;Oooh my words stumble before I start&lt;br /&gt;How far can you send emotions?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh can this bridge cross the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to wars to make peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's be cold to creat heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I hope in darkness we can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And you're not blinded by the light from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA ROUX - In For The Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-2924395404086271171?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2924395404086271171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=2924395404086271171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2924395404086271171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2924395404086271171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiind-autentica-am-vazut-ca-se.html' title='Acum stiu.'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgnDOZfThII/AAAAAAAAALg/8iMICQPlgcY/s72-c/1506196-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3475183960073858729</id><published>2009-04-16T23:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:21:09.722+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgHJeSVMDdI/AAAAAAAAALY/bVNaeE6pxbE/s1600-h/02122007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgHJeSVMDdI/AAAAAAAAALY/bVNaeE6pxbE/s400/02122007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332764955937344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;din nou spun... "parca mereu ajung de unde am plecat, doar cu mai multa experienta, mai multe  sau mai putine vise, un prieten in plus sau in minus, cu inima franta si reparata sau din nou indragostita". Suntem indragostiti? ca oameni. Sau e doar necesitatea de a crede ca suntem indragostiti din nevoia de afectiune sau din dorinta de companie sau de control sau pur si simplu sa avem cu cine sa ne impartim timpul pe care`l pierdem aiurea sau nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt indragostita de viatza. Ii stiu si partile bune, felul in care ma face fericita prin lucruri marunte, intamplari banale sau nu. Modul in care ma lasa sa o descopar si lucrurile minunate pe care le descopar. Ii stiu si partile rele, felul in care ma dezamagesc coincidentele sau oamenii sau nereusita proprie. Alegerile mele imi controleaza viatza in cea mai mare masura - imi place sa cred. Cu toate astea, iubesc viatza, o cunosc - probabil in mica masura - dar o iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te stiu cum poti sa fii rautacios, incapatanat, cum ai nevoia de a controla, momentele de introvertire, de nonsalanta, de indiferentza... Te stiu cum esti bun, cum ma faci sa rad pur si simplu sau sa rad atunci cand sunt trista, cum iti dai interesul, cum imi porti de grija, cum iti dai interesul sa`mi faci pe plac sau sa ma simt eu bine, cum imi povestesti visele si dorintele tale, cum imparti cu mine ceea ce`ti place, ce vezi, ce auzi, ce te surprinde... cum ma surprinzi si tu pe mine aproape in mod constant prin detaliu sau in general. Ador sa te fac sa zambesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Precum e si viatza... de aici ar rezulta ca sunt indragostita de tine. Din nou. Dar in alt mod. Alte circumstantze. Alte abordari. Oarecum alti oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Valul sau apa?" Valul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi`e teama de necunoscut, am nevoie de sigurantza, ador necunoscutul si ma plictiseste sigurantza. Risc. Nu e nimic de pierdut. Cat inca putem sa ne recuperam, sa suferim, sa ne bucuram, acum traim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuzie? Sau mi`e teama sa recunosc ceea ce e scris negru pe alb si constientizez, din cauza ca mi`am promis ca nu ma voi mai lasa sa ma indragostesc de tine vreodata? Fac demersuri micutze, in mare lasand totul sa vina de la sine... Faci demersuri... micutze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final... E minunat sa fii indragostit atunci cand aratzi cu stil ca esti indragostit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Oare chiar iti arat ca sunt indragostita de tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3475183960073858729?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3475183960073858729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3475183960073858729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3475183960073858729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3475183960073858729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/din-nou-spun.html' title='oare?'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SgHJeSVMDdI/AAAAAAAAALY/bVNaeE6pxbE/s72-c/02122007%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3326876666366803394</id><published>2008-09-09T01:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:58:01.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SMW79zMlpFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PC6ka59hLcg/s1600-h/IMG_9792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SMW79zMlpFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PC6ka59hLcg/s320/IMG_9792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243804011532231762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mereu ai fost unde am fost si eu. niciodata nu am stiut de tine. m`ai descoperit... m`ai luat de mana... si usor, usor... acum ca te stiu, ca te am, sa ai grija de mine :) de noi. eu sunt prea speriata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3326876666366803394?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3326876666366803394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3326876666366803394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3326876666366803394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3326876666366803394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/SMW79zMlpFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PC6ka59hLcg/s72-c/IMG_9792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-7466031648177565596</id><published>2008-03-30T07:03:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:34:47.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambeste`mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-8XS2O87II/AAAAAAAAAH0/JV5zulkc7N4/s1600-h/IMG_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183387308690041986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-8XS2O87II/AAAAAAAAAH0/JV5zulkc7N4/s320/IMG_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) parca mereu ajung de unde am plecat. Cu ceva mai multa experienta... ceva mai multe "vise" implinite si mult mai multe VISE noi. Absolut totul e circular. Multe activitati si lucruri si chestii relative sunt legate de forma circulara. Merg. Termin o tigara, aprind alta. Perfectiunea e vazuta prin prisma unei sfere. Oricum, ceva rotund. Iubirea - Androginul, sfera, cerc, verigheta. Pana si Pamantul e rotund. Ziua - Noapte. Stelele... Carbon, noi, praf de stele, noi. Atomi, energie, noi. Rotund. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zambet - jumatate de cerc. Cealalta jumatate e a ta. Zambetul tau. E real doar atunci cand formeaza cercul? Atata agitatzie pe mare, valuri, pasari, vant... Iar jumatatea mea de zambet e trista. Ultima ninsoare. Acum e. O sa vina vara cu soare, energie, sfera. Am obosit si m`am plictisit. "Intind mana" "unde esti?" "jumatatea mea" etc. Cutie cu porcarii. De ce anume este nevoie ca sa te simti aproape pe deplin intregit si ... "fericit"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apa limpede tulburie e treapta pe care urc; Zapada topita. Zambeste`mi! Ma ud, urc, zambesc, te gasesc. :) In final ne luam de mana, zambim, libertate... si restul e istorie si roua pe iarba verde si proaspata in zori.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-7466031648177565596?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7466031648177565596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=7466031648177565596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7466031648177565596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7466031648177565596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/03/zambestemi.html' title='Zambeste`mi'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-8XS2O87II/AAAAAAAAAH0/JV5zulkc7N4/s72-c/IMG_0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-2694835277652555920</id><published>2008-03-25T01:19:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:00:29.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea relativ pentru un titlu :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-hY9GO87GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/k88Exgq4dWw/s1600-h/60654223_8a1d57aa29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181489177958345826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-hY9GO87GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/k88Exgq4dWw/s320/60654223_8a1d57aa29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am gasit o cutie cu porcarii... Hai scormonesc prin ea ca sa treaca timpul. Acum ca a trecut timpul... il vreau inapoi. Si nu vreau sa scormonesc... Nu vreau ca ochii mei de copil inocent prin suflet, pe care m`am straduit sa`l pastrez nepatat si cat mai intreg de hotii din dumuri, sa mai vada si alte porcarii... Mai bine imi pun eu nimicurile in ea... si o inchid. Si le`o dau si altora sa`si lase tot raul acolo. Nu va fi o cutie a Pandorei. Doar o cutie neagra in care poti sa`ti lasi porcariile, sau sa le vezi, sau sa le iei... sa faci ce vrei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timpul e atat de relativ incat, Doamne, uneori parca`ti vine sa`ti tai o mana doar ca sa mai traiesti o anumita clipa sau s`o prelungesti. Iar alteori... scormonesti in cutia de porcarii doar ca sa treaca... Esti grabit in calatoria prin lume, dar fara sa pierzi vreun detaliu, fara sa vrei sa fii grabit, in acelasi timp incatusat de conditionare. Sunt oameni care nu traiesc asa. Care nu sunt conditionati de nimic. Oare mai e riscant in felul asta? Mai tremura vreodata sufletul in tine? hahaha!! Pe cine incerc sa pacalesc?! Normal ca e frumos! Sa fii liber si sa`i stii semnificatia ca stare, sa poti face ce`ti doresti cu adevarat. Gen... Eu vreau acum sa fiu intr`un loc in aer liber, sa fie soare si caldutz, eventual sa alerg cu tine de mana :) Nu cred ca are rost sa enumar conditiile :) Nu ma asteptam dar chiar ma distrez sa scriu despre asta. Rad :) . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intr`o dimensiune a timpului creat de noi, la intamplare, pe taramul granitzelor, care nu cunoaste notiunea de granitza... Intinde mana, ma las in voia ta, sa tacem in dialogul trupurilor!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-2694835277652555920?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2694835277652555920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=2694835277652555920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2694835277652555920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2694835277652555920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/03/prea-relativ-pentru-un-titlu.html' title='Prea relativ pentru un titlu :)'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-hY9GO87GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/k88Exgq4dWw/s72-c/60654223_8a1d57aa29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-8475622822256294894</id><published>2008-03-21T00:37:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:03:30.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana ta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-L00GO87BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QMv37y7trDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179971697293192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-L00GO87BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QMv37y7trDQ/s400/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De la ultimul articol am trecut prin multe faze si niveluri spirituale si psihice. In final rezultatul este acelasi cum se spune mereu si cum iti zici si singur ca sa te poti tine pe picioare: totul va fi bine si problemele se vor rezolva daca au solutie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copaceii primaverii infloersc, dar uneori mai ninge apoi si mugurasii cad, copacelul sufera... dar indubitabil apoi vine cu adevarat primavara. Si ireversibil vara. Ce ar insemna sa cedeze din prima si sa se ofileasca precum o mimoza, sa cada la pamant, copacelul... doar are seva si scoartza ;) Sa nu mai zic de radacini; asta face tot. Si sigur nu se rezuma stralucirea vie doar la o zi placuta de martie, cu soare si ursuleti albi pufosi de nori pe cerul albastru intens. Exista mai mult de atat. Zambetul tau. Ochii larg deschisi precum cerul, si visele tale precum ursuletii pufosi. Te oglindesti in oaza dorintelor si sperantelor tale. Intinzi mana, si de fapt, in tine gasesti tot ceea ce ai cautat, doar ca nu ti`ai dat seama ca printr`un gest atat de banal poti vedea. Pasarelele ies la iveala si canta doar pe o astfel de seninatate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum tu intorci Pamantul sub pasii tai, iar banca din parc vine ea spre tine, nu mergi tu spre ea. Si ce sa fac? Te iau de mana, cu siguranta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multumita naturii ne`am dezbracat de haina desertaciunii. Iar hotararea este pentru spirit ceea ce este apa pentru trup. Iar hotararea mea este sa trec peste ultima ninsoare care`mi ameninta boboceii de verde fraged. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa ramana mana mea ocupata tot de mana ta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-8475622822256294894?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8475622822256294894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=8475622822256294894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/8475622822256294894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/8475622822256294894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/03/mana-ta.html' title='Mana ta'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R-L00GO87BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QMv37y7trDQ/s72-c/IMG_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3397317578476077424</id><published>2008-02-15T07:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:05:38.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Udhns5qEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ynkjjP-tWY8/s1600-h/charlie__s_mint_candy_by_jessedee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167068610907711554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Udhns5qEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ynkjjP-tWY8/s400/charlie__s_mint_candy_by_jessedee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O dimineatza placuta si caldutza. Briza, magnetism, chimie, zambet, cuvant, atingere usoara, foc nedeslusit, retinut in timiditate. ...nu pot sa scriu acum. ma simt in spatiu intr`un fel si pe de alta parte sufar si sunt... am uitat ce voiam sa zic. oricum... nu pot sa exprim nimic ca lumea in starea asta. sunt dezorientata cred, cu toate ca stiu exact in ce directie merg si spre ce ma indrept: spre nimic. acelasi nimic. mi se intampla destul de des sa stau destul de mult timp cu picioarele incrucisate si cu fatza in palme in fatza laptopului la rubrica "create post" a blogului. nu stiu ce se intampla. vreau sa spun atatea lucruri sub atatea forme, iar in final iese o mazgaleala de idei... imi vine grav sa fuuuug... cat mai departe, dar nu asa se rezolva problemele. iar timpul vad ca nu este nici el de partea mea. m`am plictisit. nu se intampla nimic parca niciodata. sau nimic semnificativ oricum. Idei?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3397317578476077424?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3397317578476077424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3397317578476077424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3397317578476077424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3397317578476077424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_15.html' title='...?!'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Udhns5qEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ynkjjP-tWY8/s72-c/charlie__s_mint_candy_by_jessedee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-5918829071144213818</id><published>2008-02-14T02:57:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:08:09.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shhh... sunt inca viu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Oh5Xs5qCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Sjir3-vcbTo/s1600-h/707703483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166651204511049762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Oh5Xs5qCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Sjir3-vcbTo/s400/707703483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Te uiti in jur si vezi numai zambete si chipuri senine si binevoitoare. Asta este imaginea fizica, mecanica, de suprafatza. Daca te`ai opri si tu un moment din zambetul fals impietrit pe fatza ta si ai privi o secunda in jurul tau... Ai putea face fatza le ceea ce ai vedea? Imagineaza`ti... gen o dupa amiaza pe strada. Cronos se opreste in acelasi pas cu tine si te lasa sa observi. Cate inimi zdrobite de iubire vezi? Cate tradari suferite santzuiesc sufletele? Cate gauri negre de neimplinire, de dor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Frustrare si dezamagire, durere, suferinta, dor, toate adunate in suflet si aranjate intr`un model perfect de haos in ordine. Zbuciumul nu`si are limite, dar iti impui sa zambesti. Si tu. Si poate sunt momente cand iti dai seama ca majoritatea lucrurilor sunt false si superficiale, ca si alti oameni sufera. Dar problemele tale sunt mai importante doar ca sunt ale tale. Nimic de judecat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Poate doar piatra din rau sau macul din camp nu mint. Dar pana si primii muguri ai primaverii pot fi inselatori. Ce sa faci cand te gasesti total neputincios fatza de tine si de suferinta celorlalti, cand te gasesti singur in neant si umbra si vid. Si totul e apasator ca un tziuit constant, ascutit, care nici nu te mai face sa te cutremuri. Face parte din rutina zilnica. Face parte din mine deja. Ii vad pe ceilalti cum sunt cu adevarat. Ce e inauntru. Dar ce pot face? Parca nu mai exista solutie. Si stau si timpul trece si viatza isi urmeaza cursul care te tine atarnat intr`un fir. Tu alegi daca se rupe si cazi sau nu. Cat de adanc trebuie sa caut in ganduri si suflet ca sa pot ajunge la un echilibru cognitiv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Nu vreau sa fug de realitate, dar parca e greu sa fii singurul care sta impotriva turmei de bizoni care fuge in sens invers si haotic. Cu siguranta toti avem momentele noastre emo` cand ne retragem singuri intr`un colt si cugetam suferind. Dar iti stergi lacrima, iti pui zambetul si iesi pe usa sa socializezi cu celelalte umbre. Nu spun ca ar trebui sa fii emo` peste tot, sau ca esti fatzarnic daca ascunzi suferinta. Ar fi dubios sa vezi oameni pe strada plangand. Multi oameni. Doar cu puterea din tine poti fii ceea ce vrei sa fii si nu ar trebui sa ascunzi ceea ce devii. Ceea ce esti. Esenta scoate`o la iveala, nu aparenta. Dar pana la urma... ce stiu eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-5918829071144213818?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5918829071144213818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=5918829071144213818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5918829071144213818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5918829071144213818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/02/shhhh.html' title='shhh... sunt inca viu...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7Oh5Xs5qCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Sjir3-vcbTo/s72-c/707703483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-4687915879638986673</id><published>2008-02-12T04:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:55:15.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanar si Nelinistit/Impotrivit/Neadormit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7EYYXs5p7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CYlKCCDAaRU/s1600-h/black-heart-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165937054528939954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7EYYXs5p7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CYlKCCDAaRU/s400/black-heart-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stau pe jos in intuneric, nu am loc de un scaun si doar ce mi`a cazut si mouse`ul pe jos. Cu zgomot. E liniste. E 4:50. Am vazut un film. The Notebook. M`a bulversat. Credeam ca sunt la echilibru, ca am rabdare, ca nu te caut. Dar din nou... te caut! Si nici nu stiu cine esti :). Iubire adevarata si povesti gen "ca`n filme" exista soto, pentru ca filmele sunt inspirate din realitate, sunt create de oameni, si nu ai cum sa poti reda un sentiment atat de nobil intr`o modalitate atat de... feerica? de basm? fara sa stii, fara sa fi simtit macar o data cineva, oricine, un asemenea sentiment inexplicabil si miraculos. Si uite ce s`a intamplat... Se fac filme, se scriu romane, povesti... pe tema "Iubire ca`n Povesti"... S`a comercializat prea mult aceasta idee. Poate din aceasta cauza unii oameni considera un mit aceasta iubire. Si din cauza banalitatii telutrice care parca ne`a facut sa ne pierdem mintile doar dupa placeri trupesti, nimic dincolo de fiinta noastra si de fizic; superficialitate cu plus! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toate aceste aspecte... negative, au rapit din mister, din puritate si romantism al eului uman si dorintei si Iubirii. Dar totusi cred ca toti se asteapta intr`un fel sau altul sa fie surprinsi si invaluiti de misticul Eros... Totusi daca ceva merge un pic prost, se lasa descurajati si este, intr`adevar, mai usor sa`ti spui ca este un mit, decat sa lupti, sa cauti in tine resurse si sa ai rabdare sa o gasesti sau sa o castigi. Dar totusi, uite`te si tu in jur: cati oameni mai pretuiesc acele valori de care este nevoie pentru a constitui, pentru ca sufletul sa poata crea si concepe si, sa poata sa primeasca, o asemenea iubire adevarata? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubirea adevarata este rara pentru ca nu o lasam sa iasa la iveala. Nici macar fatza de noi insine. Prea putini am ramas cu increderea in noi si certitudinea ca iubirea exista, si speranta si credinta ca o vom intalni atunci cand va fi momentul? Daca te incadrezi... te simti cam singur asa un pic, nu? :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Cea mai mare iubire este cea care iti slabeste sufletul si care te face sa`ti doresti si mai mult. Este cea care ne arde inimile si ne linisteste mintile."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-4687915879638986673?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4687915879638986673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=4687915879638986673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/4687915879638986673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/4687915879638986673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/02/tanar-si-nelinistitimpotrivitneadormit.html' title='Tanar si Nelinistit/Impotrivit/Neadormit'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R7EYYXs5p7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CYlKCCDAaRU/s72-c/black-heart-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-2423467095335369996</id><published>2008-01-09T00:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:42:01.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'>stare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R4QbceM6WxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XS3R3qwC7sM/s1600-h/miro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153274049576196882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R4QbceM6WxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XS3R3qwC7sM/s400/miro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Observ pe zi ce trece din ce in ce mai mult... ca lucrurile au o intorsatura ciudata, ca orice decizie sau intamplare sau simplul destin te ameteste si arunca mai grav in largul oceanului in cele din urma. Mi se pare apoi ca oricine isi poate alege propria scandura de care sa se agate, dar toate plutesc in aceeasi directie. Oamenii ar trebui sa`si rezolve problemele in mod natural si nu dupa ultima fraza la moda. Si sa`si asume responsabilitatea pentru actiunile lor. Mai rusinos e sa nu recunosti fapta decat fapta in sine. Si cred ca asta spune multe despre un om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Mi`e dor, tanjesc dupa ore care sa se scurga alene si conversatii care sa se lege spontan si lungi taceri, cand niciunul nu`l crede pe celalalt cu adevarat si nici nu se asteapta sa fie crezut, pentru ca totul este un joc. Si jocurile au reguli. Care in general ma depasesc... Dar una e clara: Incercarea de a lupta permanent impotriva spiritului de independenta al partenerului este calea sigura spre dezastru. Asa cum "Cred in Dumnezeu" este in general sinonim cu "Cred ca nu trebuie sa gandesc", tot astfel, prea adesea, "te iubesc" este un eufemism pentru "Vreau sa fii proprietatea mea". Doresc sincer sa`l las si sa ma lase in galeria publica a propriei libertati; si in acelasi timp, sa fim indragostiti unul de independenta celuilalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N`am gasit vreun motiv intemeiat pentru a trage concluzia ca ar fi mai putin profitabil sa cedezi impulsurilor propriei tale naturi decat sa le rezisti. Problema, bineinteles, consta in dificultatea de a sti pana la urma care este propria ta natura. Si observ ca ma concentrez asa mult asupra acestui aspect incat a inceput sa se asemene cu tendinta de a pierd vremea calculand numarul de ingeri care pot sta in varful unui ac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-2423467095335369996?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2423467095335369996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=2423467095335369996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2423467095335369996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2423467095335369996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/01/stare.html' title='stare...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R4QbceM6WxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XS3R3qwC7sM/s72-c/miro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-4691538068669993723</id><published>2008-01-01T09:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:07:29.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"...not sleeping at night..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3nvJ-M6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kY2SGKcvsak/s1600-h/shaun__the_black_headed_sheep_by_lorseau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150410603469888242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3nvJ-M6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kY2SGKcvsak/s320/shaun__the_black_headed_sheep_by_lorseau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La naiba! Doar ce mi`am ros o unghie din carne aproape! :-S Si renuntasem la obiceiul asta prost de aproape 1 an... Emotiile venite din motive necunoscute odata cu noul an? Si cu toate ca ma doare, nu ma opresc :). Asta observ ca in general e valabil la mine. Mi se amesteca grav ideile in cap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am ajuns acum acasa dupa un party monstru de rev`... si... nu pot sa dorm. De ceva timp a inceput din nou perioada in care... oricat de obosita as fi, nu pot sa dorm. Mi s`a zis ca ma prinde noaptea ( nu ca as fi urata :) )... si da...ma simt bine noaptea... Dar nu`mi place sa dorm ziua, nu`mi place sa pierd ziua si`mi place foarte mult lumina soarelui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O singura persoana am cunoscut care mi`a spus ca e marfa sa analizezi in detaliu si ca e cu atat mai marfa cu cat situatiile sunt mai dificile. Cu cat mai greu cu atat mai marfa. Oare? Asa ziceam si eu... dar uneori e atat de greu... parca atunci cand se termina nu mai stiu daca s`a meritat efortul. Sau poate ma lupt pentru ceea ce nu trebuie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sunt eu ciudata?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Da!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Da? De ce?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...ca ai parul mov."&lt;/span&gt; :)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Exista vreun scop in toata chestia asta?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Scopurile vin pe parcurs." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...la naiba. Asa sa fie? Sa faci chestii pe degeaba ca in cele din urma sa apara si scopurile? Sau e vrajeala? Sau pornesti direct cu un anumit scop? Parca asa mi se pare mai logic. Si apoi se pot dezvolta si alte scopuri. Sau iti atingi singurul scop de la care ai plecat si gata. Si in final, totul are sens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I`m not sleeping at night... " Paolo Nutini - Rewind... :X :X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E 10 fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-4691538068669993723?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4691538068669993723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=4691538068669993723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/4691538068669993723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/4691538068669993723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-naiba-doar-ce-miam-ros-o-unghie-din.html' title='&quot;...not sleeping at night...&quot;'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3nvJ-M6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kY2SGKcvsak/s72-c/shaun__the_black_headed_sheep_by_lorseau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-1012709528230132619</id><published>2007-12-28T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:41:08.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Labirintul strazii mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3WOMuM6WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1GxITW3Xj6s/s1600-h/IMG_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149178098179791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3WOMuM6WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1GxITW3Xj6s/s400/IMG_0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Poti ajunge la un moment dat intr`un punct bun, de echilibru in viatza, dar Miracolele Craciunului sa afecteze aceasta stare. Are loc dezechilibrul si se cere o noua analiza a lucrurilor. Stii ce vrei cu adevarat. Stii ca ai in mare parte ceea ce`ti doresti. Dar intregul este neintregit, neterminat. Lipseste o componenta. Esentialul. Unde e? Imi trebuie clar o busola. Zilnic sunt debusolata... cred ca de asta am nevoie cu adevarat. E ceva ce lipseste si coexist odata cu privirea goala in ceatza din jur. Undeva de jos. Din josul unei strazi vechi, pavata cu povestile din viatza mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Lucrurile sunt clare, la locul lor. Parca deja prea ordine. Dar pustiu, spatiu mare si gol, univers rece si tacut in umbra ca o strada libera. Stiu unde se gaseste fiecare banutz care alcatuieste comoara mea. Dar nu reusesc sa ii adun si sa creez comoara. Te vad. Dar nu esti. De la nivelul pietrei cubice DIN strada, DIN mine... e clar, dar rece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E ca si cum tin in palme sclipirea mica a unei ciupercutze albe, gasita in iarba deasa si uscata de seceta lipsei de semnificatie de fapte si cuvinte incolore din amintirea si intamplarea copilariei care nu te lasa fara speranta sau sa uiti, nu te lasa fara scop. Ma minuneaza si incanta ca am mai gasit o ramasitza din splendoarea ce a fost macar o data... odata de mult. O frantura din lumina mea adresata tie. In intuneric incerc sa ma las calauzita de acea sclipire... dar e mica... prea mica... Labirintul unei strazi in intuneric ma inconjoara, uneori sufocant. Pasi mici, sperante mari, gandul ca existi si te voi intalni... obstacole, drum inchis, asteptare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Te astept cu obrazul intors spre intuneric sperand ca se va face lumina si te voi gasi. Asa cum esti, si tu, in intunericul tau. Ma cauti sau ma astepti? Ne`am surprinde si m`ai lua de mana. Iar cea mai de pretz comoara ar fi gasita. Minunea. Busola din palma ta. Mi`ar placea sa visam impreuna cum rasare soarele si ne tinem de mana, simtind piatra cubica rece, rescrisa, de sub talpile noastre. Fiind constienti de realitate. Sa am de la tine cea mai de pretz comoara... Busola, care mi`ar arata mereu drumul spre tine si nu ar lasa sa fim despartiti, oricat de intuneric s`ar face apoi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nu stiu unde sunt. Dar stiu ca maine tot eu voi fi, tot aici... zacand in bucati disparate, aruncate pe masa de lucru a unui ceasornicar. Dar ceasornicarul a plecat si nu stiu cum sa asamblez din nou toata aceasta masinarie delicata. Caut sa aflu sau astept? Ce este nu are nume. Necunoscutul este marele factor care motiveaza existenta individului si intotdeauna trebuie sa crezi explicatia cea mai simpla. Dar e pustiu, nu exista nicio explicatie. As vrea sa merg pe strada ce imi este data, dar nu stiu in ce directie. Nu exista niciun plan. Totul este hazard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Dar indraznesc sa intind mana... Poate vii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-1012709528230132619?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1012709528230132619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=1012709528230132619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1012709528230132619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1012709528230132619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/labirintul-strazii-mele.html' title='Labirintul strazii mele'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3WOMuM6WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1GxITW3Xj6s/s72-c/IMG_0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-2511572028059659512</id><published>2007-12-27T02:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:40:34.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"ah... am inteles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3MIIOM6WsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmhObtULlQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148467736358836930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3MIIOM6WsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmhObtULlQ0/s320/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ah, am inteles. Iluzie imaginara a perfectiunii lui in lumea de vis din mintea mea. Acum totul este clar. Nu esti in pachetul de tigari cu vise... nu esti nici cel care`mi taia rasuflarea... nici persoana perfecta pentru mine... niciuna dintre cele doua balene zambitoare de pe panza alba... bratzara... nici fantoma... si cu atat mai mult nu cel care sa ma mai faca pe mine sa traiesc fantomatic, ca o umbra. Faci parte din realitate. O realitate... reala, de necrezut in esenta... dar reala. Totul se intampla cu un scop. Nu inteleg totusi de ce am avut nevoie de atata timp ca sa`mi dau seama intr`un final de realitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pana in ultimul moment am sperat si am crezut. Tu indraznesti sa ma faci sa cred si mai mult, ca apoi, cum observ ca faci de obicei, darami totul printr`un singur gest, o singura parere, un singur cuvant. M`ai ranit si m`ai ingenunchiat in fatza timpului, mi`ai distorsionat viziunea si dislocat sufletul, dar nu sunt victima &lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt;. Asa cum nu sunt a &lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt;... aflu ca nici nu am fost de fapt in realitate a &lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt;, in realitatea &lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt; virtuala, 4D cu tine primand, eroul principal, Superman... nici nu`&lt;em&gt;ti &lt;/em&gt;voi apartine asa cum nu sunt nici victima &lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt;. Sunt doar victima timpului, a noptilor nedormite, arzand si gandindu`ma ca totul ar fi fost altfel "daca"... sau "daca"... Nenumarate dati in care... dupa cateva ore de somn in care cel mai probabil te visam pe tine, mereu, ma trezeam cu inima sarindu`mi din piept ca esti langa mine... imediat revenind in "realitatea" de atunci... si anume ca nu esti... dar ca vei fi. Ca te gandesti la mine. Ca ai fi vrut sa fie altfel totul, dar nu a depins de noi. Dar nu... in timp ce eu ma trezeam mereu singura, in acelasi pat rece, tanjind si eu dupa afectiune... chiar putand`o dobandi... mereu spuneam NU, pentru ca nu vedeam rostul sa fiu langa cineva daca acel cineva nu esti tu... tu... tu care... care esti o fantoma, o iluzie... o creatie ideala a mintii mele... dar de fapt un om ca toti altii. Cu slabiciuni si pareri, cu trecut si prezent, cu ideea ca e un om bun, indreptatit si care nu poate comite greseli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A venit momentul in care se intampla un "daca"... si nu are ca finalitate celalalt "daca"... pentru ca tu nu esti unde sunt eu, unde credeam ca esti tu, unde`ti aveai piedestalul. S`a terminat. Nu mai existi. Nu te mai caut. Nu mai existi. Sfarsitul anului... sfarsitul... nostru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nu exista scop, nu exista rost, atunci nu trebuie sa existe nici sansa, nici intamplarea care... nu voi lasa sa aiba loc in realitate, acum ca a venit si acest din urma "daca"... facandu`ma sa deschid clar ochii si just sa vad ca nu ESTI! Nu voi mai privi inapoi, nu te mai uita la mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(tu, mersi ca m`ai sunat si m`ai facut sa ma gandesc la scopuri si rosturi si m`ai ajutat fara sa`ti dai seama sa iau decizia corecta. multumesc ca m`ai luat de mana si mi`ai zis o vorba buna. ...iar a doua zi nu am fost trecut ci inca prezent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-2511572028059659512?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2511572028059659512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=2511572028059659512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2511572028059659512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/2511572028059659512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah-am-inteles.html' title='&quot;ah... am inteles&quot;'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R3MIIOM6WsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmhObtULlQ0/s72-c/IMG_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-7293625409349559801</id><published>2007-12-24T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:34:44.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceatza pe birou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R27viuM6WrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Gyr5iDaLIKE/s1600-h/sharpie_m!ffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147314803927833266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R27viuM6WrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Gyr5iDaLIKE/s320/sharpie_m!ffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R27u7uM6WqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/isD9zWxsh8U/s1600-h/sharpie_m!ffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Visul unei nopti de... seara... de iarna... la vara... o seara... in noapte de vis. Si totul este circular. Este din nou, ca in fiecare an, ajunul Noptii de Ajun a Craciunului. Parca niciodata nu sunt pregatita de Craciun. Stiu ca vine, stiu ca e pe 25 Decembrie, dar parca mereu ma ia prin surprindere :)... E o stare de ceatza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Balena &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gri&lt;/span&gt; (care ar fi culoarea echilibrului) pe panza &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(claritate, adevar, puritate, libertate) &lt;/span&gt;... de fapt sunt doua balene care zambesc. Cine sunt cele doua balene? Ce inseamna doua balene zambitoare? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Ce cauta in spatele laptopului un pachet gol de tigari, terminat, inchis si aruncat acolo unde sa nu poata fi vazut de ceilalti?... Parca cu toate visele si dorintele mele in el. 20 de tigari fumate... terminate ca visele mele... amintirea lor - fum... deci totusi nu uitate... puse acolo in acel pachet... pe care o sa`l arunc maine sau acum (maine de fapt)... Si cu eul din el cum ramane?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Sticla de apa plata goala si ea, in stanga mea, cu capacul roz langa... Apa nascuta dintr`o poveste de dragoste, Izvorul Minunilor :) Goala. Unde e dragostea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Mai sunt... doua brichete. Doua nu una! :) Nicio tigara, dar doua brichete! "Aprinde!". Am tigari in buzunarul gecii... care e pe hol... dar parca mi`e lene sa ma deplasez, iar amanarea sugruma dorinta. Aman iubirea de ceva vreme... "Nu sunt inca pregatita" sau "Tre` mai intai sa`mi pun ordine in viatza" sau... "Cine?...". Si nu am mai cautat, nu am mai lasat sa fiu gasita. Am amanat si parca a trecut. Am visat odata ca fugeam dupa tren, dar mi`a plecat din fatza... iar tu erai pe peron si te uitai la mine. Stiai exact ce vrei. Dar stateai acolo pe peron. Credeam ca esti in tren. Eu alergam dupa tren... Tu stateai pe peron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Doua brichete ca balenele. Doua mii, langa doua clame de par... Un mouse, un dictionar, o carte de economie si Codul Rutier (pe care l`am citit de cateva ori si nu precizeaza nimic de luneta :) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;stanga&lt;/em&gt; mea sunt toate lucrurile in afara de pachetul de tigari. Tu unde esti? In pachet, cu visele, sau in stanga cu ceea ce este real? Ce reprezinta toate lucrurile care ma inconjoara? Ce inseamna daca tu azi imi zici o vorba buna, dar maine ma uiti? Alerg dupa o fantoma care de fapt si`a gasit linistea... Ceva imaginar? Sunt intr`un labirint obscur si astept sa vii. Astept sa vii...? E ca o mare tornada formata din trecut - amintiri, amestecat cu prezent si intrebari din viitor. Sunt in spatiu si mi`e teama ca nu mai are cine sa ma ia de mana sa ma duca intr`un loc sigur. Dar parca si aceasta dorinta a fost stearsa... Sa ma iei de mana...? Cum mai e si asta?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Intr`o noapte... de mijloc... de noapte... de vara... de vis... M`ai luat de mana...? Cred ca eu sunt fantoma pe care o caut, sau eu sunt fantoma si ma caut pe mine, sau caut ceva din fantoma de vara... sau pe tine... sau nu caut nimic si de fapt ar trebui sa caut ceva, dar nu stiu ce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-7293625409349559801?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7293625409349559801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=7293625409349559801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7293625409349559801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7293625409349559801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/ceatza-pe-birou.html' title='Ceatza pe birou'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R27viuM6WrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Gyr5iDaLIKE/s72-c/sharpie_m!ffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-7804005409223630223</id><published>2007-12-22T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:08:41.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Semnificatia Zilei de nastere :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R21EM-M6WpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KC3CYu5MsqY/s1600-h/marte.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844938800618130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R21EM-M6WpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KC3CYu5MsqY/s320/marte.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M`am nascut si eu acum 20 de ani, 7 luni si 17 zile (lol, ce tare, 7 luni si 17 zile, si nu am asteptat ziua de azi ca sa scriu asta :)) ), intr`o zi de marti. Si... mi se pare ca mi se potriveste destul de mult ceea ce scrie mai jos pentru cei nascuti MARTI :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persoanele nascute intr-o zi de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;marti&lt;/span&gt; sunt caracterizate de un entuziasm debordant, sustinut de un bagaj generos de energie pozitiva. Aceste calitati va ajuta sa va urmariti cu perseverenta scopurile. Dar aceste scopuri de multe ori sunt mai degraba idealiste decat materialiste. Desi persoane entuziaste, asta nu inseamna ca va angajati intr-o activitate fara sa o analizati mai intai in amanunt. Ordinea este foarte precisa: mai intai gandesc, apoi actionez. Intr-un conflict va asumati adeseori rolul de mediator. Sunteti foarte dornici sa acumulati cat mai multe cunostinte dar si sa le impartasiti celorlalti, motiv pentru care ati putea sa fiti un foarte bun profesor. Totusi dorinta voastra de a-i convinge pe ceilalti sa gandeasca la fel ca voi va fi interpretata de multe ori ca aroganta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cifre norocoase: 3 si 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planeta guvernanta: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Marte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Pentru cine e interesat sa afle ce scrie la Ziua lui de nastere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kudika.ro/articol/special/4761/Semnificatia-zilei-de-nastere/pagina-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.kudika.ro/articol/special/4761/Semnificatia-zilei-de-nastere/pagina-1.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have fun! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-7804005409223630223?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7804005409223630223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=7804005409223630223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7804005409223630223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/7804005409223630223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/semnificatia-zilei-de-nastere.html' title='Semnificatia Zilei de nastere :)'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R21EM-M6WpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KC3CYu5MsqY/s72-c/marte.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-8489060868812364341</id><published>2007-12-21T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:25:18.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R2sFyuM6WoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0vUyD-n7QNI/s1600-h/fullAcrossTheDistance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146213368154708610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R2sFyuM6WoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0vUyD-n7QNI/s400/fullAcrossTheDistance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ciudat cum fiecare om percepe altfel ceea ce se intampla in jurul lui si felul in care interactioneaza cu ceilalti si influenteaza vietile altora... Totul sau nimic? Risc totul, suport consecintele, pentru ca stiu ca asa ceva nu voi mai intalni? Dar parca in final tot ma intreb daca s`a meritat. Dar pentru cine "sa se merite"? Ceea ce pe mine ma poate atinge pana in strafunduri si misca fara sa mai revin vreodata la locul stabil, pe altcineva poate lasa rece sau poate trece cu vederea... indiferenta. Sau invers. Sa iei ceva foarte in serios, sa te cutremure, sa traiesti zilnic cu gandul ca de fapt nu poti sa traiesti fara... Ce`i asta? Sa te deschizi in fata cuiva... si pentru ca nu se astepta sa primeasca informatia, raspunsul, adevarul, sa se refugieze in starea de negare... "Nu`i adevarat. Nu pot sa cred. De ce`mi zici asta?" E prea mult? Nu cer nimic in schimb. Nici macar apreciere. Ce te face sa crezi ca e BINE asa cum actionezi tu? Esti fericit? Aberez :) . Stiu ce vreau si credeam ca as putea avea. Dar in alte conditii de timp si spatiu. Dar probabil azi, am primit respunsul prin respingere. Ranesti profund un om daca el se dechide si tu nu poti sa primesti macar din punct de vedere cognitiv.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se zice ca nu trebuie sa`i ceri unui om mai mult decat ceea ce poate da. Si daca oferi prea mult? Mai mult ca celalalt? Sigur ai fost in situatia asta. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorbim aici ca intre prieteni, tu, cel ce citesti ;) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La naiba!... E doar o viata... Trebuie traita cat mai frumos cu putinta, cred. Daca ceva te face fericit cu adevarat... de ce nu? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cred ca ma bantuie Spiritul Craciunului si dezaburirea LUNETEI! :) Clar asta e. Ar trebui sa nu mai functioneze dezaburirea si sa nu existe marsalier ca sa nu mai privesc si sa nu mai merg in "spate". Doar inainte. Doar la auzul catorva cuvinte... efectul este acelasi. Si totusi... inainte e bezna! In spate e gen alb-negru, sepia, cald... tu. Dar macar cu avariile si tot pot sa ma zbat sa ajung la destinatie, prin intuneric, vazand doar cei 17`18 metri din drumul din fatza mea. Care sigur duce la o destinatie... desi nestiuta inca. M`am tripat pe masini acum :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu stiu ce ar mai fi de zis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Port bratzara cu balene. Pentru ca te`ai gandit la mine cand ai vazut balenele :)) si pentru ca`mi place sa cred ca`mi poarta noroc. Si pentru ca..... [bla bla bla blog].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-8489060868812364341?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8489060868812364341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=8489060868812364341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/8489060868812364341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/8489060868812364341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/haos.html' title='Haos'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R2sFyuM6WoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0vUyD-n7QNI/s72-c/fullAcrossTheDistance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-184664220919757996</id><published>2007-11-27T00:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:53:29.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramas bun?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0t1dBoZSHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YShZxgwODYY/s1600-h/fullBadDream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137328941460703346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0t1dBoZSHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YShZxgwODYY/s320/fullBadDream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Asa sa fie? Toul sa fie dragostea? Se pune mult accent pe ea... si chiar daca acum gandesti ca zic tampenii... tre` sa recunosti in sinea ta ca macar intr`o noapte s`a intamplat sa adormi greu din cauza unui gand zburdalnic sau apasator care te ducea la o anumita persoana. Cu toate astea pare ca multi dau cu piciorul... poate ca si eu am facut la fel sau am ranit sau... am lasat lucrurile pe jumatate fara sa mai poata unul din noi adauga ceva, cu toate ca mai erau multe de spus. Mereu am zis ca pentru dragoste faci orice... aproape orice. Tu nu. Batman? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si ca veni vorba de nopti... :) ceva nice (daca pot zice asa) in amintirea noptilor nedormite si chinuitoare, zilelor imbacsite de tristete si durere, de praful asezat pe buzele ce inainte zambeau necontenit, chiar si la ideea ca acel arbore verde scaldat in apusul portocaliu`roz al Constantei, pe langa care treceam zilnic, ma vedea in sfarsit plutind... iar eu ii zambeam, ca raspuns la imbratisarea lui... la fericirea mea. Scanteia si patosul din privire, din suflet, ce s`a transformat in nor si ploaie, zburdatul si extazul, entuziasmul, care cu doar 3 cuvinte au fost smulse, aproape dezradacinate din firea mea... "nu mai vin"... acesta a fost sfarsitul. S`a meritat oare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bucurestiul haotic in temperaturi de peste 40 de grade Celsius, licente, probleme cotidiene sau nu... toate dispareau cand ne priveam... sau ne luam de mana. Si la al 1278`lea sarut mi se taia rasuflarea de cat de multi fluturi simteam... si vedeam si in ochii tai la fel. Intensitate maxima, parca a fost o iluzie. Un vis din care am fost obligata sa ma trezesc... dar parca fara sa`mi dau seama. Inca nu stiu daca m`am trezit... dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Odata pe vecie sa ma rup;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ca nimeni alta, mi`am dorit mereu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ca inima`mi sa plece in alt trup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am asteptat si eu sa am atata vrere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ca dintr`o data chinu`mi sa se curme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ravneam si eu din neagra mea durere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Taria care doru`alunga fara urme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dar traiu`n asta lume m`a`nvatat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ceva ce, negresit, tu singur vei vedea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acea tarie, vrerea asta, greu sunt de aflat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dar, decat ele, mult mai rara inca e iubirea.&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Matthew Arnold, Ramas`bun (1853)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Si in final te intrebi ce aveai in comun cu acea persoana... o melodie?... un gand?... stare de negare sau inca ideea ca era perfect pentru tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Timpul e o incapere, un vesnic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;acum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;, atat de aproape de noi, incat scapa de obicei privirii noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Poti sa`ti dai seama dupa cum zambesc ca &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;inca&lt;/span&gt; sunt f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;ata ta... :) (vezi?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-184664220919757996?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/184664220919757996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=184664220919757996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/184664220919757996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/184664220919757996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/11/ramas-bun.html' title='Ramas bun?...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0t1dBoZSHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YShZxgwODYY/s72-c/fullBadDream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-1239648429721887372</id><published>2007-11-21T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:39:51.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumatate tu, jumatate eu?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0dyOhoZR-I/AAAAAAAAACI/3tySialSTYE/s1600-h/nedenumit1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136199493910874082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0dyOhoZR-I/AAAAAAAAACI/3tySialSTYE/s320/nedenumit1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0dvMRoZR9I/AAAAAAAAACA/qAEhB3xzZCA/s1600-h/nedenumit1.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suntem oare jumatati care isi cauta pe Pamant jumatatea pentru a deveni un intreg? Asta ar insemna sa credem cu adevarat in dragoste, in magie... si nu exista adevar dincolo de magie. Sa fie dragostea acel misterios mesaj al luminii lui adresat umbrei mele? Desi intre trupuri se afla numai lumina... si dragostea este misterul intre doi oameni, nu asemanarea dintre ei, iar opusurile se completeaza in mod necesar. Chiar si o caracatita doreste idealul :) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am intalnit persoane care considera ca iubirea este un mit, ceva de neatins si nu cred in "jumatate eu, jumatate tu". Tu crezi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;cum&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hai sa injumatatim lucrurile, cu putina imaginatie. Sa ne jucam, deci, de`a jumatatea. Nici cea mai buna, nici cea mai rea, ci jumatatea din tine care isi doreste o jumatate cel putin la fel de buna. Cum ar fi ca fiecare dimineata sa inceapa la 10 si jumatate? Eu sa deschid ochii, pe jumatate si sa te vad pe jumatate dezvelit. Sa fii imbracat doar pe jumatate si sa ai fata pe jumatate sifonata de la perna pe care o sufoci toata noaptea. Sa ne trezim, asa, doar pe jumatate. Sa inchidem ochii si sa ne povestim visele. Eu sa incep o jumatate, tu sa continui cu jumatatea ta. Sa mancam din aceeasi farfurie - tu jumatatea rosie, eu jumatatea verde. Sa ne prinda miezul zilei pe jumatatea insorita a patului. Eu sa incep sa ma alint si sa`ti sarut doar un obraz, doar o mana, doar o ureche. Tu sa ma saruti pe jumatate de gura, in timp ce`mi povestesti o jumatate din ziua trecuta. Sa facem dragoste doar pe jumatate ca sa te enervezi doar pe jumatate. Sa ma ridic, sa ma imbrac si sa ies pe usa, intoarsa jumatate spre tine. Tu sa te uiti in gol, eu sa cred ca te uiti la mine. Sa cobori imediat din pat si sa ma lipesti de un perete. Sa facem dragoste pana la capat. Dupa ce`ti fumezi tigara, sa ma sfatuiesti sa nu mai fac lucrurile pe jumatate. Iar eu sa`ti reamintesc cat de mult iti place sa`mi spui "jumatatea mea". &gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un articol de Irina Untea care mi s`a parut foarte tare si l`am citit de atatea ori ca aproape il stiu pe de rost. Suna intr`un fel, nu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suntem jumatati care isi cauta jumatatea? Sau ideea ca ne plac oamenii este o iluzie pe care trebuie s`o pastram in noi daca vrem sa traim in societate? Tu vrei sa fii iubit? Eu vreau! Sau te multumesti pur si simplu sa "fii", sa existi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poate dragostea este ceva gen lucirea vidului in ascultare, intuneric in asteptare... si mereu o voi astepta si voi crede cu toata fiinta mea ca ea exista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-1239648429721887372?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1239648429721887372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=1239648429721887372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1239648429721887372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/1239648429721887372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/11/jumatate-tu-jumatate-eu.html' title='Jumatate tu, jumatate eu?...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/R0dyOhoZR-I/AAAAAAAAACI/3tySialSTYE/s72-c/nedenumit1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-5942618769740897716</id><published>2007-11-17T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:41:04.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nou de 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Rz8NqBoZR8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BsBQj4qbSfg/s1600-h/sheep_by_elift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133837115869185986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Rz8NqBoZR8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BsBQj4qbSfg/s320/sheep_by_elift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Orice ar fi imi place numarul 17 si cifra 7 (a spiritualitatii). Gandesc ca e intr`un ceas bun ca am inceput azi pe 17.11.200sapte. Afara ploua si e frig, dar inauntru e cald si bine... Azi s`a nascut baby meu blog. :D:X care momentan e alb...ca e prea mic...si fluffy ;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-5942618769740897716?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5942618769740897716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=5942618769740897716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5942618769740897716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/5942618769740897716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/11/nou-de-17.html' title='Nou de 17'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/Rz8NqBoZR8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BsBQj4qbSfg/s72-c/sheep_by_elift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803145981515741100.post-3397721371522740365</id><published>2007-11-17T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:43:11.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima data...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vorbeam ieri seara cu un bun prieten din Cluj...dezbateam problema "alesului" unui nume pentru blog`ul meu :). Ca de obicei tot ce vrei este deja luat de altii...dar in final mi`a venit brusc ideea de "oitze verzi"! :D Desi a fost o decizie luata intr`o secunda, a fost una buna. Numele era disponibil si acum sunt de parere ca e cel mai potrivit. Simplu si nice asa. A ras de numele ales si mi`a trimis poza cu oitza verde... Acum poza va reprezenta blog`ul in amintirea bunului prieten Psaico, multumesc pentru sustinere si incurajare si...de fapt imi place poza mult :) . Mersi Psaico... si ti`am promis ieri ca iti voi face reclama (desi probabil nimeni nu va vedea acest prim articol :) ) so... BUN BLOG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://psaico.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://psaico.info/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:D :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cu emotie si timiditate am scris ce este mai sus...Cu timpul probabil o sa`mi treaca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803145981515741100-3397721371522740365?l=oitzeverzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3397721371522740365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803145981515741100&amp;postID=3397721371522740365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3397721371522740365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803145981515741100/posts/default/3397721371522740365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitzeverzi.blogspot.com/2007/11/prima-data.html' title='Prima data...'/><author><name>miro``</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01096279544693577427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji8oZrzfRQg/S3JxjAIQV-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uFv0fgx90Tw/S220/IMGP1442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
