tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811893196058382572024-02-02T05:54:52.505-08:00FaKeSmiLeJust Smile..Who The Fuck Cares If It Hurts..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-19462423922474252862010-12-04T16:13:00.000-08:002010-12-04T16:14:02.861-08:00Manifest<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0bt_9Qiznc?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0bt_9Qiznc?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object> Il iubesc...Ciudat..dar muzica vindeca :XFaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-85876178761101954352010-12-04T11:35:00.000-08:002010-12-04T11:36:44.377-08:00Uhm PremiuSe pare ca am primit un premiu...Habar nu am despre ce este vorba..dar..ms guys..:) Avand in vedere ca m-am intors si am de gand sa postez zilnic..sper..sa si reusesc.. http://imposibilul-devine-posibil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunshine-award.htmlFaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-160521539561712512010-12-04T10:20:00.000-08:002010-12-04T10:26:55.293-08:00ConfesiuneSe pare ca nu trece zi sa nu suferim..problema e ca eu pot spune ca am trecut prin prea multe..ca si relatia asta sa imi dea dureri de cap..M-am saturat sa regret relatia asta..Sunt satula de scuze..satula sa ma tot intreb unde o sa ajungem..Nu stiu poate eu sunt aia cu probleme..dar dupa ce ca sunt vai de capu meu..tu in loc sa ma ajuti..mai mult ma faci ssa sufar..Mi-am pierdut toti prietenii..si familia mea s-a destramat..pentru ca eu am avut un moft..am vrut sa fiu cu tine cu orice pret..ti-am acceptat si bune si rele..in sperantza ca poate cu timpul o sa treaca..Habar nu am ce mai simt ....Dar n-as vrea sa spun adio..am incercat tot..dar pur si simplu nu cred ca o sa mearga.. :)<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXHi8qp27SE?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXHi8qp27SE?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-49316073871940188152010-08-03T02:19:00.001-07:002010-08-03T02:23:23.363-07:00Oare asa e si in Rai<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXV0vlHTjHVCs-2bpPsnFqLfEZiT3RswZ4ANNhwKuyEpmyfNxGXrIryTADoCA_4ffHwRCjVWZoreXbgtZ5o63h-ki29pdaeQRcmDOIRVE5z0XLca1pkUMk6NabWkLhNZMHLdJiwxRFs9s/s1600/Yosemite_by_caithness155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXV0vlHTjHVCs-2bpPsnFqLfEZiT3RswZ4ANNhwKuyEpmyfNxGXrIryTADoCA_4ffHwRCjVWZoreXbgtZ5o63h-ki29pdaeQRcmDOIRVE5z0XLca1pkUMk6NabWkLhNZMHLdJiwxRFs9s/s320/Yosemite_by_caithness155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501110972919343954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/george_byg/10f8edf9dec451.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=615&titluEmbed=Veritasaga%5Bortega%20mix%5D-dragoste%20pierduta"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/george_byg/10f8edf9dec451.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=615&titluEmbed=Veritasaga%5Bortega%20mix%5D-dragoste%20pierduta"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-62900260864821491982010-07-20T07:07:00.000-07:002010-07-20T07:15:24.988-07:00Copilu din mine...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG3g3EUYQZku_K0Dcq_ZtkgapjHaUBQHvD4BAk80mnxAi2PvAZfxEAQqpYEAU4lBw6glZsdpGP3b6s4DX-77FtSxCSwMukqwnOqkaUemMYcqLwt2tF25PIfTsH8V6YNuP8ILvhAMXXaA/s1600/zambet3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG3g3EUYQZku_K0Dcq_ZtkgapjHaUBQHvD4BAk80mnxAi2PvAZfxEAQqpYEAU4lBw6glZsdpGP3b6s4DX-77FtSxCSwMukqwnOqkaUemMYcqLwt2tF25PIfTsH8V6YNuP8ILvhAMXXaA/s320/zambet3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495990275690371282" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> Am devenit ce am vrut adica un om mare<br /> Pe drum merg si lupt<br /> Ma port ca atare<br /> Sunt tot mai rezervat in cuvinte<br /> Nimic nu mai e ca inainte<br /> Detalii nu ma obosesc sa tin minte<br /> ........<br /> Lacrimi nu ies, visele's tot aici dar nu mai vreau sa ajung la ele<br /> Pentru ca am invatat sa ma abtzin de ideea ca e mai bine asa<br /> Multi agatati se tin<br /> Eu m'am lasat sa cad<br /> Vreau sa fiu iar copil<br /> Hai joca'te cu mine putin<br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Luck1990/d128befbe745fd.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=331&titluEmbed=Veritasaga%20-%20Copilul%20din%20mine%20%28cu%20Funktastics%29"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Luck1990/d128befbe745fd.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=331&titluEmbed=Veritasaga%20-%20Copilul%20din%20mine%20%28cu%20Funktastics%29"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-59462223255111130492010-03-03T09:44:00.000-08:002010-03-03T09:44:44.098-08:00Tata..Cum se face ca atunci cand ai nevoie de cineva..acel "cineva" nu e langa tine...in schimb atunci cand n-ai nevoie..(crezi ca nu ai) e langa tine..dar nu te bucuri de prezenta lui...consideri ca in acel moment e in plus..Si apoi din "bun simt" ii si reprosezi asta..ca nu te intelege..ca nu e langa tine cand ai nevoie de el..ca nu te ajuta atunci cand ai nevoie..Chiar daca iti simt lipsa..si probabil blogul asta deja e despre tine si ce simt eu pentru tine..deja nu mai e vorba de mine..ci de iubirea mea fata de tine..si de faptul ca ne-ai parasit..m-ai parasit..Acel copil de care erai mandru..s-a schimbat..alcoolul devenind cel mai bun prieten..doar pentru simplul fapt ca ii ofera o stare de bucurie..e ca o raza de lumina in tot intunericul asta..Stiu ca ai grija de mine..ca ma vezi..poti sa stai langa mine..in metrou..in tren..in microbuz..ma privesti in timp ce dorm..sau poate chiar acum in timp ce scriu..Dar eu..??..vreau sa te vad..imi e dor de tine..pe zi ce trece e tot mai greu..sfaturile tale..privirea ta blajina..glumele tale..modul tau de a-mi face ziua mai buna..Iti mai aduci aminte cand vorbeam de viitor..cand iti spuneam cat de mult imi doresc sa fiu politista..te faceam sa razi...si eu ma suparam ca tratai tot ce spuneam ca o gluma..Mi-ai zis ca esti mandru de mine..si asta ma facea si pe mine mandra..Cand ai "plecat"..ti-am luat fiecare haina in brate..te cautam ca un om nebun..ca un copil despartit de lumea grabita de la metrou de tatal ei..De ce dintre atatia tocmai tu??..sau..de ce eu??..Aveam nevoie de tine..si inca mai am..Am renuntat la vise..idealuri..am lasat garda jos..pentru ca acum nu mai am pe cine sa mandresc..Si intotdeauna spun ca e ultima oara cand ma cert cu ea..si ei ii e greu..ai lasat in urma..oameni ce te iubesc..persoane care tanjesc sa iti auda vocea dimineata..un copil care si-ar da si mai mult de jumatate din viata..doar ca sa te mai auda odata..sa imi spui unde gresesc..pentru ca stiu ca gresesc..dar nu vad unde..Tata..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-6040940615086923702010-01-21T23:11:00.000-08:002010-01-21T23:32:55.908-08:00Despre iubire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9byOtGQy4wOXjBbtzTE0uMl70XYRyriHIW9fXcB3ZMqNm_c1hrR6C8XFVTuQM43PCuGcOE-hKdNGsPTPmQeKGVmUvg3fG-EXGOHIp40XbC-HMdAd7A289jiGdtc52rphpxD8SY9sd90Q/s1600-h/afis-dan-puric-caracal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9byOtGQy4wOXjBbtzTE0uMl70XYRyriHIW9fXcB3ZMqNm_c1hrR6C8XFVTuQM43PCuGcOE-hKdNGsPTPmQeKGVmUvg3fG-EXGOHIp40XbC-HMdAd7A289jiGdtc52rphpxD8SY9sd90Q/s320/afis-dan-puric-caracal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429463807794106514" /></a><br />Am fost de curand impreuna cu prietenele mele..la o "intalnire"(cum a preferat Dan Puric sa ii spuna)..Tema.."despre iubire"..ne-am adunat probabil mai mult de 100 de persoane..sa il ascultam.Nu stiam nimic despre el..m-am dus din pura plictiseala..si poate pentru ca titlul mi-a starnit putin interes..Dan Puric actor,scenarist,regizor,dansator,autor de spectacole..aplaudat nu doar in tara noastra..ci si in strainatate..Desigur nu a fost vorba doar despre iubirea dintre un barbat si o femeie..ci si de iubirea fata de mama..sau de patrie..Inceputul a fost cam plictisitor(trebuie sa recunosc,sa stai 3 ore pe un scaun..devine cam boring)..A reusit sa imi capteze aentia..in momentul in care a spus.."Iubirea omenească este o pierdere, încetul cu încetul, a rațiunii dar nu către nimic ci către o altă rațiune, cea a inimii.."..De aici cred ca am inceput sa il ascult..."domne..noi ar trebui sa avem o armata formata doar din indragostiti..pentru ca un indragostit nu lasa arma jos atunci cand iubita lui il priveste..ba dimpotriva el lupta,caci este privit de persoana iubita..singura in ochii careia el vrea sa fie un erou..".Si desigur..."Am chemat si eu un instalator..ca aveam ceva probleme la baie..nu stiu ce a taiat el pe acolo..dar atunci cand vroiam sa ma spal pe maini..ma spalam si pe fata si pe picioare in acelasi timp..n-am indraznit sa iau omu' la zor..dar cand i-am spus..el a inceput sa tipe...la mine in casa."..probabil aici vroia sa atraga atentia asupra romanului,care in loc sa repare..strica..poate na..il chemi si data viitoare..si uite asa face si el rost de bani..Deci colac peste pupaza' mi-a placut..chiar cred ca mi-a deschis un"al treilea ochi"..dar sper ca din cele cateva zeci..(poate chiar mai mult)..de oameni sa nu fi fost singura..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-28201284053003832562010-01-11T13:31:00.000-08:002010-01-11T14:02:49.245-08:00For my guardian angel..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ95rjKvpzm4YR1U7sOYg2CuxLjF8ouFvmxWHmUUInKkZLhc4iK7g6EBNkiHRD2Q4rGzdaf9-x9yMO2lk_lueqPYtIIPfd8Kon8YGcAnAdnOGcfzmYqWydS2E9XA1aTm9nylnd8MPAGXI/s1600-h/793206.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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<br /> Dragostea e intotdeauna rabdatoare si draguta,niciodata nu e geloasa,dragostea nu e laudaroasa sau increzuta,nu e nepoliticoasa sau egoista,nu se apara,dar nici nu se razbuna.. Dragostea nu gaseste placere in pacatele altora..dar gaseste placere in adevar... este intotdeuna gata sa ierte,sa aiba incredere,sa spere...si sa indure...orice urmeaza...Si cel mai important..dragostea nu supara si nu poarta pica...Iar un indragostit:iubeste o singurã femeie si numai una - niciodatã nu poate sã ia in râs persoana iubitã, el ar simti primul durerea ei.. nu are "idoli" (alte persoane, animale, obiecte) care sã-i atragã atentia mai mult decât ea... - nu ar spune despre iubirea lui lucruri care ar putea sa o rãneascã - nu s-ar duce dupã alte femei, nu ar mai simti nevoia - ar respecta pãrintii ei ca pe ai lui, pentru cã si pãrintii ei ca si ai lui le doresc numai iubire - nu ar dori bunurile altuia, dacã are iubire ii mai trebuie altceva ? - un îndrãgostit nu ar ucide dragostea..
<br />FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-86001876640907387152009-12-25T05:52:00.000-08:002009-12-25T05:56:42.816-08:00Urare de CraciunImi doresc cu ardoare de Craciun, si in toate clipele vietii mele, sa am in preajma, cu trup si suflet sau macar cu gandul, persoane fericite, iar tu, oricine ai fi, esti una dintre acestea...Ho ho ho..Craciun Fericit..>:D<FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-37084817554921775382009-12-25T05:20:00.000-08:002009-12-25T05:52:17.095-08:00Craciunul si Mos Craciun..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NjuI9rdcpn8XgGMZaUEi9ud_X44BI59ynzXXmLsPUl0wc5OmJBRqpPbuShEiPkC6PeNW5XzIiHhJbqfla1ma1vGnJLs-rqCLL52Bv0iFBRm5pi-SOtCj7X9Zf-JKUqL21sv1duCv4sc/s1600-h/250px-MosCraciunsundblom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NjuI9rdcpn8XgGMZaUEi9ud_X44BI59ynzXXmLsPUl0wc5OmJBRqpPbuShEiPkC6PeNW5XzIiHhJbqfla1ma1vGnJLs-rqCLL52Bv0iFBRm5pi-SOtCj7X9Zf-JKUqL21sv1duCv4sc/s320/250px-MosCraciunsundblom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419171227689041458" /></a><br /> Mos Craciun este versiunea mai nouă a Sfântului Nicolae care şi-a făcut apariţia în secolul I. El apare ca un om bătrân prietenos care împarte cadouri tuturor copiilor în noaptea de Crăciun (de 24 spre 25 decembrie)..Se pare ca anul asta am fost pe lista neagra a Mosului..dar nici un cadou nu ar putea compensa masa de Craciun alaturi de familia mea,sau ziua de Ajun cand impodobim impreuna bradul,radem la glumele unchiului meu sau cand incercam sa ii scriem o scrisoare Mosului.Probabil este cea mai frumoasa perioada a anului..sa vezi fulgii de nea cum cad din cer..sa ii poti atinge doar pentru cateva clipe..sa vezi cum zapada pufoasa sclipeste precum zeci..mii de diamante sub lumina lunii..sa faci un om de zapada..sau sa te dai cu sania impreuna cu prietenii..apoi cu o cana de vin fiert stati langa foc si va bucurati de fiecare clipa...Iar cand ajungi acasa sa incepi sa ii citesti nepotelului o poveste,care nu adoarme pana la venirea Mosului,dar dupa ce il invelesti si incepi povestea"Alunec iar, tata ma smuceste fara sa vrea strangandu-ma si mai tare. Ma ia pana la urma in brate, asa cum i-a zis mama de la inceput, si ma pune pe umeri...Intreb cine stinge becurile cerului. Mama si tata rad amandoi, sunt tineri si veseli, si-mi spun ca e MOS CRACIUN acela care aprinde si stinge stelele pentru copiii cuminti..."..el deja adoarme.<br /> Pentru astfel de clipe as renunta la orice cadou..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-78156531235355171542009-11-20T01:05:00.000-08:002009-11-20T01:20:47.727-08:007 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJUrvoFqs0cyTVidijhbAIn8Ji20EibEkDr5tNjhHYTMbXq0UDe041SfJiSJpJ8lvu6uvF-bVKDn1zmHVaqimGhcOypWy_JKla5tCNCJ8kvzBz7hTkmeEnMD3i4fy4tKOoAX1Dn3KIHY/s1600/father-and-son-walk-into-fall-roland-in-vancouver3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJUrvoFqs0cyTVidijhbAIn8Ji20EibEkDr5tNjhHYTMbXq0UDe041SfJiSJpJ8lvu6uvF-bVKDn1zmHVaqimGhcOypWy_JKla5tCNCJ8kvzBz7hTkmeEnMD3i4fy4tKOoAX1Dn3KIHY/s320/father-and-son-walk-into-fall-roland-in-vancouver3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406113220084073298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe843LfQipUMlTSU2WCrT_KpzVexROHQdq7PvnNtzj8Svq1jPTlDVpHVrsaKkFfxFkYUn6OLbSlpLeCbFAtHTYmoyRRBeud9L9JGeK0ObC_aT0nbwwDIl5xoGxGBeiAu5DbkAL8RQ58k/s1600/3986466569_6fd3354776.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe843LfQipUMlTSU2WCrT_KpzVexROHQdq7PvnNtzj8Svq1jPTlDVpHVrsaKkFfxFkYUn6OLbSlpLeCbFAtHTYmoyRRBeud9L9JGeK0ObC_aT0nbwwDIl5xoGxGBeiAu5DbkAL8RQ58k/s320/3986466569_6fd3354776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406113229226532946" /></a><br />H3h3..trece destul de repede timpul..trebuie sa incep sa ma obisnuiesc si fara tine..am bacul anu asta..trebuie sa incerc sa imi revin..Cam greu..avand in vedere ca in fiecare zi mi-e dor de tine si sfaturile tale.. Ciudat cum toata lumea "vrea" sa te ajute exact cand n-ai nevoie..cum fac ei anumite "chestii" cand nu mhai esti.. S-au schimbat multe si multi..they miss you.. she loves you.. <object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rasun/3fb657916318b0.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rasun/3fb657916318b0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Celine Dion-Dance with my father</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-85444811193358165642009-11-20T00:50:00.000-08:002009-11-20T01:04:16.617-08:00thank you..<object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ubydeea/54750763a23b20.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ubydeea/54750763a23b20.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>ZENO-ITI MULTUMESC</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-61995616477668273512009-10-05T09:39:00.000-07:002009-10-05T09:53:35.788-07:00Serbarile Toamnei(editia a6-a)Ei bine..uite asa serbam noi venirea toamnei..prin bautura..muzica..mancare..dans..(imi aduce aminte de cateva scene din Hercule..in fine)..Sambata si duminica..mi se pare normal sa fiu nelipsita..;))..a fost destul de ok..cei de la Voltaj cred ca au meritat tot efortul meu de a mha "zbantui"..si febra musculara pe care o am acum..(nu stiu ce fac maine la ora de romana:-s)..Akcent..desigur nelepsiti..cu piesele lor de acum 2 ani..Proconsul..:X:X..apoi au mai fost niste afoane..si desigur la sfarsitul zilei de sambata idolul lui Edy :)))..Cristian Rizescu(=)))..Desigur duminica a venit si Alex cu dj-ul lui..:X..si cred ca avea si 4 baietzi care se miscau pe scena pe acolo...(=P~)..of course si Anda Adam care si-a schimbat costumatia din 2 in 2 min..:|..si in incheiere Voltaj..la care am sarit..tipat..dansat..fredonat..plans..Trebuia sa vina si Grasu xxl,la care probabil as fi lesinat..dar..nu a venit:(..In orice caz..am avut un sf de saptamana destul de ok(asta pana mo sunat mama si mi-a tipat in ureche"de ce mi-ai inchis telefonul"..dar asta nu are importanta..acum;)))..M-am simtit super..asta e tot ce conteaza..acum..ma gandesc ce sa fac sambata viitoare:-??FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-27177154377711080242009-10-05T01:19:00.000-07:002009-10-05T01:26:32.455-07:00Fum de tigara(1)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LRV7wlKzKjce0zx3tKcnFkZ0kQiKJYs2O0PIDZIOSKr_i5W2lBFVBIP3H614SdGdn56aN-axO1tabHq7Wf6SxwAsSGfunNZr10TUnhXjt3UunNFtCt0aHch3fqsztRI6wZ08UvVtVvY/s1600-h/Sarajevo%2520dragostea%2520mea_04.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LRV7wlKzKjce0zx3tKcnFkZ0kQiKJYs2O0PIDZIOSKr_i5W2lBFVBIP3H614SdGdn56aN-axO1tabHq7Wf6SxwAsSGfunNZr10TUnhXjt3UunNFtCt0aHch3fqsztRI6wZ08UvVtVvY/s320/Sarajevo%2520dragostea%2520mea_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389028454548289314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFPX_FAuyC6N-n72iBXIBV0HlXoKfeBI7cWYSEX7NVXZ3sxx9b2IiW3xN6YhGcYjF-U9CGmpcpdNTEZjagiEYUdYx31BxTMNTFltkcWOv6KXw0hKLe-EkugPvGcwBdWDGRl1sMmkvXpc/s1600-h/2009-03-23mare.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFPX_FAuyC6N-n72iBXIBV0HlXoKfeBI7cWYSEX7NVXZ3sxx9b2IiW3xN6YhGcYjF-U9CGmpcpdNTEZjagiEYUdYx31BxTMNTFltkcWOv6KXw0hKLe-EkugPvGcwBdWDGRl1sMmkvXpc/s320/2009-03-23mare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389028463221648690" /></a><br />Problemele ti-au invadat mintea..si sufletul..te multumesti de fiecare data cu fumul tras din tigara..ce reuseste sa stinga focul din tine..nu-ti dai seama ce faci..esti prea ganditoare..vezi in orice lucru o sansa de scapare..chiar daca pe tine te doare...vrei sa o scapi pe ea de greutati..ca astea le-a avut o viata intreaga..plangi cand o vezi ca nu poate dormi noaptea..cand o vezi cum te strange in brate..si simti cat de iubita esti....cand iti spune dimineata"vaiii..ce bine am dormit aseara.n-am mai avut cosmaruri"..si sty ca e din cauza ta..tu esti motivul fericirii ei..dar sti ca atunci cand te strange in brate se gandeste la el?!?..iti dispare din entuziasm..dar stai..ca nu erai...tu dimineata esti prea grabita si moracanoasa sa observi golul din ochii ei..privirea ce te urmareste de fiecare data cand are ocazia..privirea ce inainte ti se parea plina de viata..lumina..gingasie..acum..e goala..trista..si te doare sa te uiti in ochii ei..cand sti ca nu poti face nimic sa o ajuti..si te enervezi cand vezi ca orice ai face..iese anapoda..si nu poti sa o ajuti cu nimic..te doare..si asta te face sa mergi mai departe..sa nu iti dai sufletul oricui..sa ai grija..asta in ochii lor te face.."salbatica..sau..dura..sau pe romaneste proasta(ca nu sty ce ai pierdut)"..nu!!..oricum nu iti pasa..pt ca sti ca ai fii o povara pt cineva daca ar afla ce ganduri negre iti invadeaza mintea..cand afla ca nu poti sa dormi noaptea..si stai si te gandeti daca vei fy la fel ca ea..probleme..zile negre..nopti nedormite..si deja in 3 cuvinte poti descrie viata ei..cele cateva decenii de viata..in doar 3 cuvinte..durere..suferinta..oboseala..toate se resimt cand o privesti in ochi..si astea dor..pentru ca o iubesti..asta e scena din capul tau..unde e aceasi placa veche..zgariata..ce se invarte..iar..si iar..si iar..asa ca mai tragi un fum..arunci tigara..si iti vezi de drum..cel putin sti ca daca nu te iubeste nimeni..oricand te poti duce acasa la ea..si poate peste ani te v-a astepta..cu parul ei alb..riduri..o sa o vezi la poarta..razand si cum ochii ei se umplu de lacrimi..dar de data asta de bucurie..pt ca te vede..tu..mandria ei..rodul iubirii lor..amintirea lui..si atunci o sa ii multumesti lui Dumnezeu pt ca traieesti..si te gandesti cat ai plans..si cate ai indurat ca sa revezi pt cateva clipe iarasi ochii ei plini de lumina..dar nu va conta..nu trecutul..ca doar nah..ai invatat sa mergi inainte..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-38470794170828441042009-09-08T12:30:00.000-07:002009-09-08T12:34:43.361-07:00Piesa lipsa..:(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglA9hjDwlPdmuqp7zSAMOVLyLt3TDcsZP9S5SuUz5-LXYYvf7ru2EMu9R8AAbEd41q4jN3Avao16u7ZWnruBqO4byA2Wyk_UYqo9HfdxbTaILX6orh5vilXz8v0HJu2bFWY9IiCV7xpg4/s1600-h/i__ll_protect_your_heart__1_by_art_ifice.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5DjHl6jzyJpchMzCG59k043ULcAnvIY3xy3LYud6OYLhXncC6MdhLKaIaMYE6SfquyEBvjIX2vR4Y9pvePfNZSy4fFi_opk3AAaKND4MIhFqBt5BzxdhnEPcibtknx8Um4s3LIJYvUM/s320/51747860_3c314338df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379181667913509922" /></a><br />You're the missing piece..Azi era ziua ta de sfant..e prima data cand nu mai suna muzica in curte..si nu suntem inconjurati de familie..de cei dragi..si cel mai important e prima oara cand chiar am nevoie de tine..De ce tocmai tu??!?..e singura intrebare pe care o am..de ce dintre atatea persoane..tocmai tu?!?..Pe 19 sept faceai 40 de ani..in schimb in loc de ani..faci 6 luni..de cand nu iti mai aud vocea..nu iti mai vad zambetul..de cand nu mai esti langa mn...Ma doare al dracului de tare..dar nu pot face nimic...decat sa merg mai departe..si sa am grija de mama..Cica..sa am grija de ea..de unde...eu nu-s in stare sa am grija de mine..dara de ea..pfff..:|..Erai totul pentru noi..probabil singurul ce reusea sa ne impace..si singurul care ma intelegea..Oricat as incerca sa o inteleg..fara tn e totul in zadar..ne certam cam des..dar problemele..reusesc sa ne impace(la un mom dat)..M-ai invatat sa fiu tare..mi-ai zis sa nu fiu slaba..nici o clipa..dar ai uitat sa imi spui cum o sa fie fara tine..Nu stiu ce sa fac...vreau doar sa fug..si nimic mai mult..vreau sa uit de toti si sa o iau de la inceput..dar nu pot..As lasa-o pe "ea" cu probleme( atat ale mele cat si ale ei)..Nu mai stiu ce sa spun..oricum vorbele n-au nici un rost acum..cand nu mai esti..iti simt lipsa..si stii asta..stiu ca ai grija de noi de acolo de sus..dar eu aveam nevoie de tine..aici..langa mine.TE IUBESC tata..FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-30541331271829442042009-08-02T01:56:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:38:39.092-07:00A piece of my feelings..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie99lezg1AL3sDSkJ2HAumAl0_j9x3hIBb32uQJTR52dsOnZvhWIb8vkREELSjrnI3bjud7L1wzl4gDz6PCxhCmQJIzePN9m1YKsakemK0e5gI1tEIG9p4nsEgqtx7Xh0wGKKZ38Aq7Ec/s1600-h/love_by_drart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365300028468519682" style="FLOAT: left; 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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKxw-u9J6u6jVLpoCt65l6YvAd-jOM5H3COndYYlQp2Jap8VEqAlXaHLMsx_g_zP-Uz7XznsQ_6lQzRthapCkQ_p9oVKeO-fBO2NnVuyUCOdCYIvektjUtlN42kJvKH_U4loHuLr5TWQ/s1600-h/Time_Twirl_by_dudette_ymo.jpg"></a>Sau ce sunt ele..un amalgam de sentimente imi invadeaza fiecare particica a inimii..si nu numai..pe 21 fac 18 ani..ar trebui sa fiu happy..stiu..mai e timp..dar totusi daca am inceput asa..De ce cand esti departe de mine..simt ca nu te cunosc..?!?..De ce cand esti langa mine..nu m-ai ma satur de tine..?!?..si totusi nu ma simt bine nici cu tine..dar nici fara..CAnd ma atingi ar trebui sa simt un fior..de placere..in schimb..eu abia astept sa pleci..Si cand ai plecat...te vreau inapoi..Te urasc..pentru tot ce faci...ca sa ma simt bine..De ce pentru tine..contez doar EU...,iar pentru mine TU..nu insemni nimic..:(...Nu mai inteleg nimic..sunt prea confuza..fug de tine..si tu..oricat de repede si mult as alerga..esti in spatele meu..nu vrei sa ma lasi..Nu pot fii ca "ele"..sa te iubesc doar pt "acel ceva"..pe care eu nu-l pot vedea..dar "ele"..pot..nu sunt buna pentru tine..iti fac rau..si totusi..tot pe tine te sun cand vreau sa vorbesc cu cineva..si cand esti suparat pe mine..nu stiu cum sa te impac..nu-mi place sa te stiu suparat...Esti prima persoana care imi spune "buna dimineata" in fiecare zi..Visam la tine...si acum cand te am...nu te mai vreau...Ai venit prea tarziu..nu mai am nevoie de tine..De ce abia acum..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmElqzYOQiyOFrWxDQKYFM8mNASohrumpJi2EFmJ97mdGFDCgcaqDMcGBnvL6qOh2sk5SIjn7gXMwdEDXedyOX79vrHaVfSnP6bYvwYWN6zU9Nwaa48UveVrVwdgNs8dyENSnbiGhLRg/s1600-h/girl_in_the_rain_by_pickerel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365300036085832450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmElqzYOQiyOFrWxDQKYFM8mNASohrumpJi2EFmJ97mdGFDCgcaqDMcGBnvL6qOh2sk5SIjn7gXMwdEDXedyOX79vrHaVfSnP6bYvwYWN6zU9Nwaa48UveVrVwdgNs8dyENSnbiGhLRg/s320/girl_in_the_rain_by_pickerel.jpg" border="0" /></a>?!?..Cand aveam nevoie de o vorba buna..o imbratisare..de ce te-ai ascuns...m-ai ignorat..si acum..cand totul a disparut..tu ai aparut..Imi ceri sa am incredere in tine...ei bine..NU..nu pot..Si totusi...nu ma satur de tine..chiar daca imi faci rau...tu nu stii asta..nu o arat..Nu eu sunt ce vrei...chiar daca tu asta zici..eu te contrazic..NU TE IUBESC..nu simt nimic pentru tine..sau..ahhh..fir-ar nu stiu... <object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value=""></div></div></div>
<br />FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-33352528678439548442009-06-11T12:50:00.000-07:002009-06-11T13:16:54.070-07:00Taramul viselor...mele..<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOO2ZBaENPChzhJtHDyVFjCEd6wzOc1uNys5RN403G8TCfdvfRj6wvGqzTFad1afUPZ3jA5QCT_PNgcHhrzxsjNU36v3onXs28fr2f1QClF-lwZJa8urgMiBV6KuL04-2CfBFUUtQETE/s1600-h/butterflies___animated_wallpaper-20103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346164261806146754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOO2ZBaENPChzhJtHDyVFjCEd6wzOc1uNys5RN403G8TCfdvfRj6wvGqzTFad1afUPZ3jA5QCT_PNgcHhrzxsjNU36v3onXs28fr2f1QClF-lwZJa8urgMiBV6KuL04-2CfBFUUtQETE/s320/butterflies___animated_wallpaper-20103.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIIkInU7n6VdaxxW5EzkvhiISDvCb8mKQiZSsgcwYdLyvfzqy9tFtWtHDQKIrOmAYPSPXKpZYCNsO3ni8Mr48TK_IDxIfE6FymBnP2uAukrG0LDU6Sggo-3Pg73ofPSuSVyS5UEC35dM/s1600-h/lucid_dream_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346160732596239362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIIkInU7n6VdaxxW5EzkvhiISDvCb8mKQiZSsgcwYdLyvfzqy9tFtWtHDQKIrOmAYPSPXKpZYCNsO3ni8Mr48TK_IDxIfE6FymBnP2uAukrG0LDU6Sggo-3Pg73ofPSuSVyS5UEC35dM/s320/lucid_dream_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>Visele mele..sunt raze de lumina ce reusesc sa ma calauzeasca..in noapte..Sunt raza de lumina ce imi lumineaza mintea invadata de ganduri..fie ele negre..fie..!!!..Sunt albastrul cerului si aripile delicate ale fluturilor..ce reusesc sa zboare oriunde: prin ploaie si vant sau prin tristete si durere...Lumea mea e "un vis"..e singurul loc unde simt ca pot zbura..unde pot fii un copil fara probleme..optimist..fara pesimism..unde zambetul e la orice colt..Visele sunt singurele..ce reusesc a ma face sa zambesc..Visez ceea ce-mi place..deci imi place ce visez...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZTrF30yCdF9Dowm9NuIH2m4-2HU46WIHnI-HCdG8lWlWnwCcWCeFUxnhULagqc4lDWUXsgfTUPif4tlk5c9nPtZuUNU15lVDXFTZCZqZ-7E3y9RnRaaWshcxZJIxuwHt5wQAIManCB8/s1600-h/ghgf.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346166253216564178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZTrF30yCdF9Dowm9NuIH2m4-2HU46WIHnI-HCdG8lWlWnwCcWCeFUxnhULagqc4lDWUXsgfTUPif4tlk5c9nPtZuUNU15lVDXFTZCZqZ-7E3y9RnRaaWshcxZJIxuwHt5wQAIManCB8/s320/ghgf.bmp" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5IAO1NaLHrOPdrNOYkDASv9L-hqt1-l8HZ6fDYNHTKInfIHKu0Nhn1y67iWnLzbDB33Lzyzzf8iZYrkOFNhW0W97l2gJ_9WNOOmrgxgYGwjgMkc-raUTN-M_pAo-PofAmMyZolz4LEo/s1600-h/dreamwork_basics_2.jpg"></a></div><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Pacat ca exista cei ca"tine"..care nu viseaza..deci..nu traiesc :P <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8DKwjo3_fk2eB1vPFLEnd7hbrOU0gbh-QHDC0gELarX9f_liO3uc8Y_0Ol56eHZVE2nbWM4JZZQJCFHCuIw1AqYdoG4TaIRMpP8dOuIChvWdkAf6-JhMXj0fPkROYA4nYooVGNQ_g00/s1600-h/midnight_dreams.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346163051815968946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8DKwjo3_fk2eB1vPFLEnd7hbrOU0gbh-QHDC0gELarX9f_liO3uc8Y_0Ol56eHZVE2nbWM4JZZQJCFHCuIw1AqYdoG4TaIRMpP8dOuIChvWdkAf6-JhMXj0fPkROYA4nYooVGNQ_g00/s320/midnight_dreams.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5IAO1NaLHrOPdrNOYkDASv9L-hqt1-l8HZ6fDYNHTKInfIHKu0Nhn1y67iWnLzbDB33Lzyzzf8iZYrkOFNhW0W97l2gJ_9WNOOmrgxgYGwjgMkc-raUTN-M_pAo-PofAmMyZolz4LEo/s1600-h/dreamwork_basics_2.jpg"></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-42199548034601963682009-06-11T12:32:00.000-07:002009-06-11T12:49:57.694-07:00Ingerul meu pazitor..<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIqxj3yZDDa0JH5TckiUQ6GrWpQhyphenhyphenAaaDzB_Ik4vRutH8oi_04YKXameBZ36pO7xnDg_KcAR5x-EtfrLacGAEbSNsk7pm3o_r7LUy0fyLicAWsAmfo0_rAFUSdI6HDoen5E1DTgc0MFA/s1600-h/f_untitledfulm_70de623.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155776555339506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIqxj3yZDDa0JH5TckiUQ6GrWpQhyphenhyphenAaaDzB_Ik4vRutH8oi_04YKXameBZ36pO7xnDg_KcAR5x-EtfrLacGAEbSNsk7pm3o_r7LUy0fyLicAWsAmfo0_rAFUSdI6HDoen5E1DTgc0MFA/s320/f_untitledfulm_70de623.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Daca existi pe undeva..pe langa fiinta mea..Te rog sa-mi mangai fruntea obosita de viata..Mangaie-mi obrajii ofiliti de lacrimi..Mangaie-mi buzele ce nu au putut sa graiasca..secrete ce prea mult ma apasa..Ingerul meu pazitor..rasufla-mi lumina in viata..caci flacara din mine..de mult s-a transformat in cenusa..Ridica-ma din abisul neputintei si adu-mi speranta pierduta..Atunci cand sunt parasit de toti..si zac la marginea sortii..si nimeni nu aude strigatul sufletului meu.. 8- =((..Te rog nu ma parasi si tu..da-mi puterea sa o iau de la capat..chiar daca simt ca asta mi-e finalul..da-mi puterea sa iert ce am jurat sa nu iert vreodata..da-mi puterea sa iubesc din nou..sa dau un sens vietii mele..atunci cand ea nu mai are nici unul.Ingerul meu..lasa-mi un petic din aripa ta..care sa-mi spuna in momentele de neputinta ca lumina..nu e foarte departe.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceT5FCHUKFH11hRoGfjE6OCMvsXmqry9LlNTzrTmye0MhZDvUDEwS3HSB0riVnUbHy-kgumZEXNRUtK6neQbmdVSPxwil4bONjnZp5SJICtksmqs5bwVd5KsbQYd9oTUksxQJi0gi8HA/s1600-h/Luscious_Guardian_Angel_by_Naudee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346159540541811602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceT5FCHUKFH11hRoGfjE6OCMvsXmqry9LlNTzrTmye0MhZDvUDEwS3HSB0riVnUbHy-kgumZEXNRUtK6neQbmdVSPxwil4bONjnZp5SJICtksmqs5bwVd5KsbQYd9oTUksxQJi0gi8HA/s320/Luscious_Guardian_Angel_by_Naudee.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv7VHW_c1wZf_ECrn9fFyxgIzU6RUZe5Qi7u7gJs9KluktvnE5RVxVjbhi_EAGfY4p8TiGfG282x4iF-H-M3OcN33uGznjqtbTZMu8pHvsIqmiLKlvK5uWjQp-IQwg0X_1L3lN9GbgGM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346159540725234610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv7VHW_c1wZf_ECrn9fFyxgIzU6RUZe5Qi7u7gJs9KluktvnE5RVxVjbhi_EAGfY4p8TiGfG282x4iF-H-M3OcN33uGznjqtbTZMu8pHvsIqmiLKlvK5uWjQp-IQwg0X_1L3lN9GbgGM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-29804635103321822652009-05-29T02:38:00.000-07:002009-05-29T02:54:57.502-07:00What are they..the people called "friends"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT23A9XNl-pTC8gNNrtb_7bGulygVARNMparzqVjjsQBsPpSXxtvYHuSop1vRAGo5ChmCiAnWeVlTvXU_SzasTS_rMThfir6auUQpSTHwzDL23WSoGd628tZ2OzBkunnBCytQgW3kN4ig/s1600-h/best_friends_by_niffnaff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341182189060071090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT23A9XNl-pTC8gNNrtb_7bGulygVARNMparzqVjjsQBsPpSXxtvYHuSop1vRAGo5ChmCiAnWeVlTvXU_SzasTS_rMThfir6auUQpSTHwzDL23WSoGd628tZ2OzBkunnBCytQgW3kN4ig/s320/best_friends_by_niffnaff.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sunt singuri ingeri pe care ii putem vedea..si asta doar daca avem parte de ei..de prieteni adevarati..Ne sunt alaturi si la bine dar si la greu..ne ajuta..ne calauzesc de fiecare data cand suntem confuzi..Atunci cand iti e greu..te consoleaza..te iau de mana si iti soptesc la ureche"sunt langa tine.."..iti apara interesele..ideile..pe tine..Sunt un mic dar de la Dumnezeu..ca sa iti arate ca iti e alaturi..sa iti arate ca ii pasa de tine..asta sunt prietenii adevarati..</div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-61048524548996947162009-05-29T02:20:00.000-07:002009-05-29T02:37:26.852-07:00Best friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JDYqJiBxhR8X1hMw6bHFXohndxVCsPSCwKz3CfpGF5VR5LNz0zN7SSBG2_nbCHwoEvVBwIX6EWWRizqXsVEFSPPLbZJ6h96tQ5QqPvBFgpLTS47feGiKXBix_0Kym-ObDkTjL1EBW2k/s1600-h/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341177552485257810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JDYqJiBxhR8X1hMw6bHFXohndxVCsPSCwKz3CfpGF5VR5LNz0zN7SSBG2_nbCHwoEvVBwIX6EWWRizqXsVEFSPPLbZJ6h96tQ5QqPvBFgpLTS47feGiKXBix_0Kym-ObDkTjL1EBW2k/s320/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Fiecare e diferit in felul sau..unii spun "ciudat"..altii "unic"...de un lucru sunt sigura..nu imi doresc sa fiu ca cei din jurul meu..poate si d-asta ascult un gen de muzica diferit de al lor..si ma imbrac diferit fata de ei..vorbesc cum vreau eu..nu sunt influentata de nimeni..(cred:-??)..deci intr-un cuvant sunt un pic..sau poate mai mult....ciudata:-"..Doar pentru ca nu sunt ca "ei"..nu inseamna ca nu sunt si eu om..Sunt..Doar pentru ca ma bucur de lucruri marunte..si nu de toate prostiile..de care se bucura si "ei"..Nu vreau sa fiu ca ei..sa ajung sa critic pe oricine..)chiar daca nu cunosc)...ma scarbesc gesturile lor..vorbele..modul in care ma privesc..cum imi vorbesc..Poate ei nu au inteles inca....,,,ca sunt cine vreau eu sa fiu..ca nu imi mai pasa de ei...pentru ca nici lor nu le pasa de mine..Stiu ca nu am o viata roz..Dar cine are??..Cine a reusit in viata asta sa aiba tot ce isi doreste..si doar pe meritul lui.???</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicI0dgM3_HLmBTMK6pFzkUXzNERjbozeZUYJipxKeKSglNT8ApdEolk_czx-cI-NgR066fBBrNd2Qzb9ghvFUKHJ_fcEx-cqJqk6WDmuTaHbFkzEgDyfgc4h2Rb_1PbqhpNu_rLd48nHo/s1600-h/Best_Friends__by_hutt_boy_24_7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341177550192629874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicI0dgM3_HLmBTMK6pFzkUXzNERjbozeZUYJipxKeKSglNT8ApdEolk_czx-cI-NgR066fBBrNd2Qzb9ghvFUKHJ_fcEx-cqJqk6WDmuTaHbFkzEgDyfgc4h2Rb_1PbqhpNu_rLd48nHo/s320/Best_Friends__by_hutt_boy_24_7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Dar TU..tu..ai reusit..sa ma cunosti..ai reusit sa ma faci sa vad totul asa cum e...mi-ai fost intotdeauna alaturi..si nu gasesc nici un mod de a-ti multumi..decat sa iti dedic tie cateva randuri pe blog..De mic copil am visat la o prietena ca tine..care sa ma inteleaga..sa ma ajute..sa stie doar cand se uita la mine..ca am ceva..esti genu de persoana de care nu pot ascunde nimic...caci daca incerc..ma simt vinovata..de parca as fii facut ceva foarte rau..:(..Sa dam nume..nu-i nevoie..cred ca o sa te simti cand o sa citesti postarea..:P..</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Si oriqm..nu o sa reusesc sa ma fac placuta de toata lumea..caci toti imi vor gasi cate un defect...dar daca imi sunteti voi alaturi...totul e ok..>:D<..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUAqojPb5VKypGX9hQoVpMvnTGN_gYBSUIAgyIjob6dsOO5Ou7r5WYgpTFSGVqdQoclgmzSWxfEDHkR-FRPolaG1I6biHcMJHlzu0j_Eflfaws40EawuMsZhdVJNFjMf_nHNofhsWFvs/s1600-h/Can__t_we_all_be_friends__by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341177553761135602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUAqojPb5VKypGX9hQoVpMvnTGN_gYBSUIAgyIjob6dsOO5Ou7r5WYgpTFSGVqdQoclgmzSWxfEDHkR-FRPolaG1I6biHcMJHlzu0j_Eflfaws40EawuMsZhdVJNFjMf_nHNofhsWFvs/s320/Can__t_we_all_be_friends__by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-11057695637877998682009-05-28T11:56:00.000-07:002009-05-29T02:20:19.848-07:00Ca o scena...<a 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left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RroJgoTTK9LAwihg4XJeskSjYGLNonom0PR4QK_eAbNjw7L0ZOMR62wMxmnh5Q_V12QJljafmEUFk-1DSetoviLv0WmdARa16xkkxKR9x7c2S2ijD2Gz4w9CLJR5zWW32ozSInZOCmM/s320/stage_by_detail24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideIQWLO5RAEzElS3Vs01sCCXm7AruYEmPhhRdzkGw7cqQBhfEQ39MwD6PBM5-c4tMX69jjKUuIUN93kWp1WKX9Y01BR5GKX1SxoQBlUqk5zs6bjjrmYtsTq7pkBFMBKav-xvOOa88bWA/s1600-h/Stage_Beauty_by_ThisYearsGirl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341173216268083202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideIQWLO5RAEzElS3Vs01sCCXm7AruYEmPhhRdzkGw7cqQBhfEQ39MwD6PBM5-c4tMX69jjKUuIUN93kWp1WKX9Y01BR5GKX1SxoQBlUqk5zs6bjjrmYtsTq7pkBFMBKav-xvOOa88bWA/s320/Stage_Beauty_by_ThisYearsGirl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Asa e viata..fiecare dintre noi fiind un actor..ce incearca sa isi joace rolul..sau rolurile..fiecare actor are cate o masca..sau mai multe..si fiecare actor vrea sa aiba iesirea cat mai spectaculoasa..din pacate avand in arsenal mai multe masti..reusesc sa ne pacaleasca..foarte usor..sa ne faca sa credem ca ne sunt alaturi..dar cand ne este mai greu dispar...Stiu ca si eu am rolul meu...ma intreb care este el??..pentru ce traiesc..??...De un lucru sunt sigura...ca sunt inconjurata de oameni ce ma iubesc si nu au plecat de langa mine cand mi-a fost mai greu...pentru asta le multumesc..doar atat pot face din pacate..le multumesc ca stiu sa ma asculte..sa afle ce ma apasa cu adevarat...Traiesc pentru ei..traiesc, ca sa respir...sa ma bucur de soare..de fluturii..jucausi..de mirosul trandafirilor intr-o dimineata de mai insorita...de lumina soarelui..ale carui raze..parca ma cauta in fiecare dimineata..pentru a ma mangaia cu lumina lor blanda..Sunt un simplu actor pe scena vietii..Am rolul meu..si trebuie sa ma bucur de fiecare clipa ca si cand ar fi ultima..</div></div></div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-17181467454761265292009-05-15T02:27:00.000-07:002009-05-19T12:47:51.979-07:00Si totusi..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA01Fdw7wb14a0KxV8icqshoDhyphenhyphenFPafixUFewVjfWMlDsbsi4oWv8RzLSimxNVykOjlLBkAFUCJgta_j6w3IRsEpyeyZWkX0HVHsK5VVDEFpH1FWvxsxYWJIFvsrcPJaRJF0_e2ya3p6U/s1600-h/Father____by_GrandeOmbre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992780691337282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA01Fdw7wb14a0KxV8icqshoDhyphenhyphenFPafixUFewVjfWMlDsbsi4oWv8RzLSimxNVykOjlLBkAFUCJgta_j6w3IRsEpyeyZWkX0HVHsK5VVDEFpH1FWvxsxYWJIFvsrcPJaRJF0_e2ya3p6U/s320/Father____by_GrandeOmbre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLQcxXoQjZLvFALDZaBn06LRpEBbTs-yz-6dTRfgE4cCAcLi0_HHOoUHQDe0UvSr7HcMGs_QfKGPIsEKwz9PCW_tDti6oTutg80Low8vGnWbFRTCj84GGQKUPor2RKCB5CdWjbmehGMA/s1600-h/In_my_Father__s_Arms_by_Tazzer27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992781408851746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLQcxXoQjZLvFALDZaBn06LRpEBbTs-yz-6dTRfgE4cCAcLi0_HHOoUHQDe0UvSr7HcMGs_QfKGPIsEKwz9PCW_tDti6oTutg80Low8vGnWbFRTCj84GGQKUPor2RKCB5CdWjbmehGMA/s320/In_my_Father__s_Arms_by_Tazzer27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdfswuG4qSNgffmsVx-nZ6VFGW9rqXwz0coVyCM2ikXtQ7OgkYz4uKX5ThnRs7mh4xwLJqQXNSPv9Zt_VG8TxPg82zhSAcwlbkuHnI1S0_UbiTZqgh7d5Uw9QZDVGhZzLJcWI3-0ZNsk/s1600-h/Sev__s_Child_by_tripperfunster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992781298912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdfswuG4qSNgffmsVx-nZ6VFGW9rqXwz0coVyCM2ikXtQ7OgkYz4uKX5ThnRs7mh4xwLJqQXNSPv9Zt_VG8TxPg82zhSAcwlbkuHnI1S0_UbiTZqgh7d5Uw9QZDVGhZzLJcWI3-0ZNsk/s320/Sev__s_Child_by_tripperfunster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nu-mi</span> vine sa cred..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">inca</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">putin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">si</span> a trecut aproape o luna..de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cand</span> nu mai esti..:(..si <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">totusi</span>..Te simt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">alaturi</span>..te simt la fiecare pas pe care <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">il</span> fac..Te <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">visez</span>..de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cate</span> ori pun capul pe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">perna</span>..imagini cu tine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">imi</span> vin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">in</span> minte..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">cand</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">imi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">zambeai</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">cand</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ma</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">sarutai</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">cand</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">imi</span> spuneai ca "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Viata</span> e prea scurta,pentru <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">regrete</span>,trebuie sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">incerci</span> sa o <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">traiesti</span>"..cum <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">reuseai</span> sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ma</span> faci sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">zambesc</span>..de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">cate</span> ori <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">imi</span> era greu......Te simt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">in</span> fiecare adiere de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">vant</span>..ca <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">cand</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">mi-ai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">sopti</span> ceva la ureche..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">totusi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">reusesc</span> sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">ma</span> "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">hranesc</span>"..doar cu amintirea ta..chiar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">daca</span> tu nu mai <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">esti</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">reusesti</span> sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">ma</span> faci sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">ma</span> simt puternica..chiar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">daca</span> eu nu sunt(mai ales acum)..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Imi</span> pare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">rau</span>..ca am petrecut <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">atat</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">putin</span> timp <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">impreuna</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">Imi</span> pare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">rau</span> ca nu ai avut ocazia sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">ma</span> vezi la facultate..sa vezi ca o sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">reusesc</span> sa fac tot ce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">imi</span> propun..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">si</span> totul pentru tine..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">datorita</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">tie</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">Si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">totusi</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">reusesc</span> sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">zambesc</span>..chiar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">daca</span> durerea e prea mare...tu ai fost primul om care m-a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">invatat</span> sa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">zambesc</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">Si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">totusi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">in</span> lipsa ta..e un <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">zambet</span> fals..:(</div></div></div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381189319605838257.post-63499380870146531202009-05-12T04:22:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:55:24.366-07:00Tacerea..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35hS9FhghBOQ6gfLkmKeYMvwzcRlWXb9Kfrn4Q3tkID_prMTGAlfOMuAOlGrGnXCQGifZJG6g9j_LK0s6NdTKB99TyQkTbCsD0fqfzZWwcpEHIKsXZAPNTZVVrv8lxprz2K3n7GR7Ch4/s1600-h/Silence_by_KARRR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340949986402791666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35hS9FhghBOQ6gfLkmKeYMvwzcRlWXb9Kfrn4Q3tkID_prMTGAlfOMuAOlGrGnXCQGifZJG6g9j_LK0s6NdTKB99TyQkTbCsD0fqfzZWwcpEHIKsXZAPNTZVVrv8lxprz2K3n7GR7Ch4/s320/Silence_by_KARRR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Am observat ca uneori e bine sa o "lasi mai moale"..si ca mai mult conteaza un gest..simplu..precum o imbratisare..sau o strangere de mana...un sarut....decat o vorba..spusa in vant.:)..Sunt genul vorbaret..prefer sa dau un sfat..sau sa zic o vorba buna..dar ieri..nu am stiut ce sa ii spun mamei mele..cand am vazut-o plangand..pur si simplu..nu stiam..si am preferat sa o iau in brate..sa stie ca ii sunt alaturi..si la bine si la rau..orice s-ar intampla ne vom descurca...Pana la urma urmei cat de greu poate fi atunci cand esti inconjurata de multe persoane care te iubesc..si sunt dispuse sa te ajute?!?..E nevoie (poate)..doar sa le ceri ajutorul..:)</div>FaKeSmiLehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140380345486760370noreply@blogger.com0