<?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-4959491507910480374</id><updated>2011-10-04T13:03:04.031-07:00</updated><category term='iubire'/><category term='george tarnea'/><category term='joaca'/><category term='visare'/><category term='vama veche'/><category term='stabilitate'/><category term='zori'/><category term='sentimente'/><category term='neimplinire'/><category term='1mai'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='slabiciune'/><category term='Ea'/><category term='femeile'/><category term='iertare'/><category term='noi'/><category term='balansoar'/><category term='mesaj tacut'/><category term='maturizare'/><title type='text'>summerdays</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-625703536927076050</id><published>2011-08-07T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:39:34.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noi'/><title type='text'>Tu! si..eu! NOI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E atat de ciudat,cand dintr o data parca realizezi ce ti doresti de la viata,si in a 2 a secunda planurile pur si simplu...dispar..dar continui sa fii optimist si sa crezi in ce ti doresti, si, poate intr o zi,vei realiza ca a meritat. Si in momentul de fata,stiu ca merita fiecare cearta,discutie,contrazicere..pentru ca intr o zi,toate aceastea vor ajuta la ceea ce numim acum "un posibil viitor impreuna". Am planuri si nu mi e frica sa recunosc! Si da,le am cu tine! Nu avem nici o graba,avem tot timpul inainte! Daca pana acum imi doream macar o noapte intr o saptamana impreuna,acum imi doresc fiecare noapte din viata ta,fiecare privire,sarut atingere..nu ma pot impotrivi inimii si sufletului! Vreau din ce in ce mai mult! Iar noaptea cand ma pun singura in pat,sunt trista si dezamagita ca a trecut o zi din viata noastra fara sa fi langa mine. Promit sa incerc sa nu ma grabesc, sa cer prea mult, sa ti stau in drumul pe care vrei sa l urmezi in viata.promit sa fiu langa tine,asa cum iti doresti. Fericirea ta e fericirea mea.&lt;div&gt;Stiu ca nu a mereu cum vrei sa fie,si ti doresti,stiu ca promitem una si facem alta,dar in asta consta viata. Sa profitam de ea si sa nu ne facem un neaparat traseu, dar cateodata e bine sa urmezi o anumita cale. N am sa ti cer ce nu mi poti oferi,si n am sa ti cer ce stiu ca nu mi vei da.Te voi intelege doar din priviri si voi realiza ce e mai bine pentru noi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi as dori cateodata sa ne gandim doar la noi,si sa lasam totul in urma..dar as fi egoista nu? Trebuie sa existe solutia si pentru noi. Si nu voi renunta. E undeva acolo,stiu sigur,si am incredere in fiecare zi ca... va aparea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verbul a iubi,este sg pe care l pot conjuga sincer si cu capul si inima cand vine vorba de tine si despre noi. eu iubesc! 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NOI'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-6022941873844570164</id><published>2011-02-04T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:16:16.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visez cu ochii deschisi</title><content type='html'>Astept cu nerabdare sa vina primavara..sa faca parte din nou din viata mea plimbarile in parc,cititul pe iarba sub pom,fiorii de primavara, zambetul ascuns dupa fular, razele soarelui pe piele, adierea usoara a vantului, plimbarile cu bicicleta, berea la terasa, parcurile pline, inghetata la cornet, plimbarile cu bicicleta, reindragosteala, vama veche...si toate astea cu tine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-6022941873844570164?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvlNy8CdlIY' title='Visez cu ochii deschisi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6022941873844570164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2011/02/visez-cu-ochii-deschisi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6022941873844570164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6022941873844570164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2011/02/visez-cu-ochii-deschisi.html' title='Visez cu ochii deschisi'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-7475751692034842467</id><published>2010-12-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:16:56.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george tarnea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Atatea ganduri pana in zori...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ0-aej_bmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m1LGihKRxq0/s1600/Lost-in-Dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ0-aej_bmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m1LGihKRxq0/s320/Lost-in-Dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552162540219231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;                   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Prea repede uităm ce-aveam în gând,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Sub apăsarea vorbelor de rând!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Nici nu mă strigi de tot, nici nu mă laşi... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;E-atâta ezitare între paşi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Prea repede uităm ce-aveam de spus -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Un zbor în minus, o cădere în plus...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;La tine-i vară şi la mine-i frig,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Nici nu te las de tot, nici nu te strig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;E prea puţin ce pot mărturisi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt; Dacă-ai fugi şi nu te-aş mai găsi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Dar, ca să afli totul, nu e greu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt; Ascultă-mă cu sufletul, mereu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Lăsându-mă să cred că nu mai vrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Să te desprinzi cumva din ochii mei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Şi-ai să înţelegi cât frig s-ar întâmpla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Dac-ai fugi şi nu te-aş mai afla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Pe toţi la fel, nu poţi să-i mulţumeşti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Rămâne doar să rabzi şi să o iubeşti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Numai pe una singura întru toţi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Aşa cum încă nici nu şti că poţi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Aşa cum încă nici nu poţi să şti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Împodobindu-ţi nopţile pustii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Cu numai dorul tău de carnea sa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Fără prea mult, pe-atunci, a-ţi mai păsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Dacă de-atâtea gânduri, pâna-n zori, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Se va-ntâmpla, iubindu-o, să şi mori..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;In ochii tai ma vindec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;si ma sclad,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Ne tinem,unul altuia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;de cald&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Sau noaptea,poate,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;numai de urat…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Eu nu te-ntreb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;de unde-ai coborat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Tu nu ma-ntrebi cat stau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;si unde plec…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Si,uite-asa,trec zilele,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;cum trec,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Si, uite-asa,vin noptile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;cum vin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Dar daca inca vreau sa te mai tin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Din cand in cand,visand,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;pe bratul meu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;O alta zi se va-ntampla mereu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Si-o alta noapte se va-ntoarce-n noi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Sa ne convinga, totusi, pe-amandoi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Cat de frumos e cerul si de-nalt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Privit, prin somn,cu ochii celuilalt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Prea fericiti nu suntem, dar plutim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Aceasta-i tot ce suntem si ce stim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Despre ciudata stare care a fost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Lasata noua spre a-i da de rost...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Si iata-ne supusi unei caderi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Prin zilele neprevazutei veri,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Si, iata-ne constrânsi la îndurat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Iubirea, ca pe un fapt adevarat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Cu toate ale sale, care pot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Sa ne usuce frunzele de tot...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Nemaiavând ce urme sa lasam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:maroon"&gt;Prea fericiti nu suntem, dar... visam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; 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La mare unde? Nici nu se punea problema,ca vama sa fie lasata de o parte. Dar din pacate, inceputul lunii septembrie nu mai aduce vamaiotii pe la distractie pe malul marii. Asa ca ne am luat ghiozdanul in spate,dupa lungi dispute asupra locatiei, si am ajuns la casa de bilete dis de dimineata cerand 2 bilete pentru Timisul de Jos. Nu stiam unde mergem,cum arata si ce vom avea de vizitat.Un search pe google, un hint de la o prietena,ne am facut sa ne hotaram ca vrem acolo.  Dupa un mic dejun copios in gara :)),ne uitam la ceas si realizam ca ar cam trebui sa cumparat de mancare pe drum ca sa prindem trenul. Zis si facut...Gasind aglomeratie mare la coada,am hotarat sa ne impartim si sa cerem "voie" la un loc in fata. Uitandu ne inca o data la ceas,realizam ca trenul pleaca peste 2 min. Nu mai aveam timp de nimic,asa ca am lasat shoppingul in urma si...pune te  pe o fuga de atlet..printre oameni,bagaje,magazine zarim trenul cum incet incepe sa ia viteza. Speriate, incepem si mai tare sa fugim,ne dam ultime forte sa l ajungem din urma..si...ne dam seama ca este in zadar..trenul prinsese viteza mult prea mare...deja ne gandeam..schimbarea biletelelor..asteptarea altui tren..gara...aveam in cap o enumeratie care nu se mai termina in timp ce priveam cum trenul deja nu se mai vedea. Supuse tristului adevar, ne uitam in dreapta noastra unde, pe placuta trenului inca in statie scria: Bucuresti-Brasov:). prinvind imediat spre numarul liniei,ne am dat seama ca aratam ca niste cai de curse, care au cedat invinsi de viteza mai mare a tehnologiei. Am sarit repede in trenul, in care trebuia de fapt sa ne urcam,si la exact o secunda dupa ce am urcat,trenul nostru a inceput sa mearga. Acum totul era amuzant, ca am reusit sa scapam bine. Desi nu aveam mancare la noi,am zis ca vom cumpara de la un magazin de unde coboram. Pe tren toate bune si frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Coboram la Tmisu de Jos intr o statie de tren.Pe de o parte munti,pe cealalta parte strada. Nici un semn,nici un indicator. Cu noi mai coborase un grup,care,ne am gandit noi tot in aceeasi directie merge.am mers pe marginea drumului,cam 1km, pana am ajuns la hanul Dambul Morii,daca nu ma insel. Oprindu ne putin sa scoatem aparatul foto,observam ca lumea tot continua sa vina si sa nu eram singurele care vroiam traseul acesta. Obiectivul nostru era Canionul 7 trepte,dupa care ne intorceam in Brasov, in caz ca nu ne hotaram sa urcam pana sus. Jos la poale era un magazin,in care am revazut partea comunista a vremurilor in care au crescut parintii nostri,dar nefiindu ne foame,nu ne am aprovizionat cu nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Si am inceput traseul spre canion, vesele si optimiste.Ne opream la fiecare copac,floricica,parau sa l pozam..Cred ca deja eram pe drum de o ora si nu ajunsesem nici la canion,dar fiind prinse in mrejele naturii nu aveam nici o graba. Intr un final,ajungem la canion..Intrarea in canion ne a impresionat, am mai stat si pe acolo 10 15 minunte sa pozam,sa admiram, dupa care ne am luat inima in dinti si am inceput cu urcatul primei scari. Chiar de la inceput este un peisaj minunat si se aude si vede cascada.Din pacate cele 7 trepte nu sunt amenajate,exista riscuri de a cadea, scarile nu sunt prinse foarte bine,de aceea cel mai sigur e sa urce cate o persoana pe rand.Am trecut prin emotii, apa, stanci, cam tot ce aveam nevoie pentru o aventura.A meritat fiecare treapta pana sus.&lt;br /&gt;Ajunse in varful cascadei,ajungem la indicatorul pentru drum de intoarcere sau in continuare pana sus pe munte la cabana piatra mare.Indicatorul arata 2 ore jumate...Facand un calcul scurt,urma sa luam si decia finala: sa mergem pana sus sau sa ne intoarcem? Mancare nu aveam la noi,apa mai era putina,echipament nu aveam,deci tot pentru...a ne intoarce. Drmul de intors cu drumul spre munte era acelasi pana la un punct,unde am zis..Hai la munte! si deci am inceput sa urcam spre varf...si sa urcam..si sa urcam. Destul de multa lume pe traseu,spre uimirea noastra,aproape ca n am fost singure deloc.dupa 2 ore de urcat bolovani si stanci si munti:)) am mai ajut un partener pe drum...ploaia. tot ce ne lipsea. lumea pe langa noi cu haine impermeabile,bocanci...si noi..2 floricele. dupa 2 ore jumate,cand nu vedeam nici urma ca ajungem,intrebam pe cineva si aflam ca am fi cam la jumatea drumului. nu ne venea sa credem. Pe indicator scria 2 ore jumate,si noi facusem 2 ore jumate si eram doar la jumatatea drumului? Urmatoarea intrebare a venit de la sine: sa abandonam sau sa urcam in continuare? Traseul pt noi nu era unu usor,dar ma hotarat sa tot urcam si sa urcam si sa ne intrebam daca mai ajungem. La un moment dat am intrebat pe cineva care cobora daca mai avem mult. ne a dat 10 minute pana sus,dar poate pt noi 15. Eram fericite.In sfarsit ajungeam! Si urcam 10 min,15...jumate de ora...nimic..padure in fata-spate-laturi. Dupa o mica pauza, am pornit iar la drum..pana cand peste alte 20minute intr un sfarsit ajungem!! Cand am vazut cabana nu ne a venit sa credem! Eram fericite.Cabana exista!:))&lt;br /&gt;Am mancat copios,ne am refacut puterile,insa doar pt 20minute,pentru ca nu aveam unde sa dormim si trebuia sa coboram:))&lt;br /&gt;desi era ora 17,ne gandeam sa nu se intunece,ca atat ne mai lipsea..o noapte petrecuta in ... munte..eventual ne inveleam cu blanda de urs:))&lt;br /&gt;Facem cateva poze,nici alea cu mult suflet pentru ca era un frig de crapau pietrele sau mai curand noi:) si ne aventuram sa coboram..drum facut la urcare in 4 ore si ceva...ne gandeam ca la coborare o sa fie mai usor si vom prinde si ultima masina de la 19. Curajoasele de noi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-6677976550907725971?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6677976550907725971/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2010/09/hai-la-munte.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6677976550907725971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6677976550907725971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2010/09/hai-la-munte.html' title='Hai la munte!'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-7481913095478094498</id><published>2010-07-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:05:48.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mesaj tacut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturizare'/><title type='text'>Mesaj..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TEX72_yQLJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MkgXF4vDyW8/s1600/message-in-bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TEX72_yQLJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MkgXF4vDyW8/s320/message-in-bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496075842529275026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As vrea sa scriu...n am mai scris de mult...si am atatea ganduri...si parca niciuna. Am o stare care simt ca ma depaseste cateodata,si oricat as incerca sa lupt impotriva ei,e mai puternica.Ce se intampla de fapt? De ce simt ca ma schimb? De ce lucrurile care imi placeau in trecut,acum simt ca sunt...depasite? De ce simt ca ma maturizez si nu ma vrea asa? De ce viata devine mai complicata si intervin alte sentimente care pana acum nu le aveam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Nu vreau sa par exagerata si tot ceea ce mi se reproseaza este exact ceea ce ma deranjeaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Incep sa am alte ganduri,alte idei,cele vechi deja mi se par copilaroase...si cu toate astea..mesajul pe care il transmit pare a fi unul neauzit...unul prostesc si exagerat:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  ... :"imi pasa prea mult"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;......:" dar devii stresanta,de parca ti se dezvolta instinctul matern" ...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   Si atunci mesajul meu devine unul tacut si pierdut in cuvinte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                         :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4959491507910480374-7481913095478094498?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7481913095478094498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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oferite si sa mi cer iertare ca n am fost capabila sa o tin langa mine si sa i ofer tot ce avea nevoie,dar in acelasi timp sa i multumesc pentru libertatea pe care mi a oferit o si pentru sansa de a cunoaste cu rabdare si timp..noua iubire,pe care o voi tine langa mine si o voi pretui mai mult decat orice si nu voi mai face aceeasi greseala de a nu lupta pentru un viitor impreuna.Dupa cateva clipe de gandire mi am dat seama inca o data cat de fericita pot fi si in acelasi timp norocoasa pentru ca iubesc si iubirea imi este inapoiata cu atat de multa pasiune cu cat ofer.Ajungand la o conlcuzie ciudata,mi am dat seama ca testamentul meu ar arata plin de vorbe..si ca ar fi cazul sa realizez ceva cu viata mea,pentru a putea oferi nu numai iubire...&lt;br /&gt;Comparand gandurile mele cu ale altei persoane,la intrebarea daca ti ai imaginat cum ar arata testamentul tau..mi a spus doar ca s a gandit la cateva dorinte pe care le ar avea:crucea roz,sa vina cineva si sa i toarne absolut pe mormant,si n timp ce va fuma o tigara sa i zica bancuri cu blonde..iar pe cruce sa scrie:bounce deasupra tutror!...analizand gandurile imi pun intrebarea inca o data daca chiar as dori sa pot auzi gandurile oamenilor..de la cat de haioase pot fi unele..la cat de ciudate si stupide pot fi altele..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-1606397280654135135?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1606397280654135135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-daca-maine-n-ar-mai-figandurile-inca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/1606397280654135135'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>O, slăbiciune, numele tău e femeie!</title><content type='html'>N am mai avut de mult timp o insomnie..si daca tot nu pot dormi am zis sa profit de ocazie si sa mai scriu cateva cuvinte relaxandu ma pe muzica lui Chopin,in special -Nocturne in C minor-care ma lasa fara cuvinte,desi de ele am nevoie acum pentru a scrie..iti ofera relaxare dar in acelasi timp iti da o stare de singuratate si tristete..&lt;br /&gt; Dar nu sunt deloc trista..i am spus cat sunt de indragostita?i am spus cat iubesc?a  auzit de la mine cuvintele astea sau totul a fost in mintea si imaginatia mea?i am spus ca pentru ceea ce reprezinta &lt;em&gt;NOI&lt;/em&gt; nu ma voi schimba niciodata?...dar mai mult de atat....mi am cerut scuze cand am gresit?..pentru ca &lt;em&gt;noi&lt;/em&gt; e tot ce conteaza pentru mine si voi incerca sa gasesc drumul viitorului amintindu i cat de des voi putea cat inseamna pentru mine si cerandu mi iertare cand voi gresi..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                .. Iarta ma mereu...esti slabiciunea mea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-2397789007791050370?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.220.ro/fflAEs7Hbn/Chopin-Nocturne-In-C-Minor' title='O, slăbiciune, numele tău e femeie!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397789007791050370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-slabiciune-numele-tau-e-femeie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2397789007791050370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2397789007791050370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-slabiciune-numele-tau-e-femeie.html' title='O, slăbiciune, numele tău e femeie!'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-8873557290155245120</id><published>2009-12-10T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:57:17.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn t this world a crazy place?</title><content type='html'>...am prea multe ganduri lasate de atata timp nescrise incat sa pot scoate o singura idee din toate...e cam greu..sunt bine amestecate desi toate poate ma duc in acelasi loc....indiferent ca ascult o melodie..merg spre munca..stau intinsa in pat..respir aerul  rece de iarna...sau ca vad si aud..peste tot sunt inconjurata de venirea lui...&lt;br /&gt;...si sunt sentimente care ma incearca si pur si simplu vreau sa le las sa iasa..sa le simt din nou..sa le traiesc din nou..&lt;br /&gt;..nu poate fi atat de greu..le simt cand e aproape de mine,cand e cu mine,cand imi vorbeste,cand ma saruta..sunt peste tot cand suntem impreuna..cand inima mi bate tare..cand stiu ca iubesc..traiesc fiecare secunda..si incetul cu incepul...il simt..e aici.. e Craciunul...ma incearca fara incetare ca pe un copil care adoarme in Ajun,dupa bradul impodibit si asteaptarea cu nerabdare a diminetii...sa vada pe geamul inghetat primii fulgi de zapada si sub brad frumosul cadou de la mos craciun...&lt;br /&gt;..cand e cu mine e tot ce conteaza...sentimentele ma tot incearca..si o sa iasa intr un sfarsit..iti multumesc:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-8873557290155245120?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8873557290155245120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/12/isn-t-this-world-crazy-place.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/8873557290155245120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/8873557290155245120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/12/isn-t-this-world-crazy-place.html' title='Isn t this world a crazy place?'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-5342534421596650820</id><published>2009-11-05T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:57:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses and spells don`t last forever…</title><content type='html'>Now she`s sleeping, long lost in her tiredness…her nonsense dreams…rising her hand across the beat to make sure i`m still here, beside her. Many times I look at her, I watch her doin` usual things, but my mind flies into her deepness, thinking: She`s so pure…in her gestures, in her way of talking, thinking, touching. I can really describe her as pure. I often feel like she`s been mine forever, like i`m the only person she ever loved, kiss or made love with… One day I know that my soul and heart will be hers, because curses and spells don`t last forever… I may be broken in a way…I might be unconfident…I sometimes get lost in the past with is haunting me, but she was, and is, my guardian angel, and tooked  care of me and my broken heard, made sure that it is back in one piece again, ready to take it all for her…And i`ll give it, because she deserves better then anyone i`ve ever met till now, and ever loved…&lt;br /&gt;  I surprise myself thinking: “is this real?”, I mean, really, a person could be like that ? with me ? But, yes, yes she is…and If i`m mistaking, i`m risking it all…&lt;br /&gt;  And i`m sorry to bust in like this… writing my way into this, but sometimes I can express my thoughts like this…being uncomfortable to just directly say it like the rest of thoughts which I let go when I hold you, kiss you, make love to you, or simply look at you in different moments… I often wonder: “It is all happening to fast? Is It dangerous?” But I smile, like i`m doing now, when bothered of the sound of the keybord, she gently touched my hand, asking with her sleepy body language what am I doing…how long she`s been asleep…but I,kissing her hand, said “it`s ok now…i`m here, i`m ok..i`ll wake you soon, and .. I love you!” &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  Yours, V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-5342534421596650820?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5342534421596650820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/curses-and-spells-dont-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5342534421596650820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5342534421596650820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/curses-and-spells-dont-last-forever.html' title='Curses and spells don`t last forever…'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-2610859892992307329</id><published>2009-11-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:31:05.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stabilitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joaca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balansoar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Su-_6adl9pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KmjXKfTFfJY/s1600-h/miscareint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399745488497276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Su-_6adl9pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KmjXKfTFfJY/s320/miscareint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          As putea sa definesc sentimentul prin care trec printr un cuvant foarte simplu si la indemana oricui: stabilitate.aruncand repede o privire in dexul online pentu o si mai mare siguranta il gasesc sub definitia : STABILITÁTE s.f. Însușirea de a fi stabil, solid, trainic; soliditate, statornicie; fermitate. ♦ Durabilitate, trăinicie. ♦ Faptul de a-și păstra locul, de a nu fi mișcat din loc; fixitate. ♦ Spec. (Fiz.) Proprietate a unui corp de a-și menține poziția sau de a reveni în poziția inițială. ♦ Situație sigură, fermă. – Din fr. stabilité, lat. stabilitas, -atis. ... citind o pana la capat... m a facut sa ma intreb daca stabilitatea devine obisnuita.analizand unele aspecte din viata mea,am putut raspunde simplu:nu. ajungand la un echilibru in minte,m am gandit care ar putea fi sansele sa simti ca esti 100% stabil.si inevitabil,totul a devenit o balanta...un balansoar.insa n am putut lasa lucrurile asa.trebuia sa i gasesc si balantei o stabilitate.m am jucat in mintea mea ca si un copil incantat ca se poate bucura de o zi insorita in parc,profitand de faptul ca si balansoarul era liber si avea partener pentru distractie. eu si mintea mea.indiferent sau nu de rapunsul pe care l am gasit,mi am dat seama ca ideea principala e una foarte simpla..daca era o zi urata afara,copilul nu mai ajungea in parc,unde gasindu si un partener de joaca,a reusit sa gaseasca echilibru in balansoarul care le a oferit bucuria ca au putut sa realizeze acest lucru...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca si aceasta joaca copilareasca,as putea sa definesc si fericirea in viata.cand consideri ca ai gasit partenerul potrivit...cauta sa gasesti echilibru in relatie.gasind acest echilibru vei realiza ca poti avea,ceea ce numesc majoritatea..relatia pe care o asteptau de atata timp..insa nimic nu se opreste intr un sigur lucru...copilul se va plictisi de balansoar si va cauta alte locuri de distractie alaturi de partenerul compatibil de joaca..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-2610859892992307329?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2610859892992307329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-putea-sa-definesc-sentimentul-prin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2610859892992307329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2610859892992307329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-putea-sa-definesc-sentimentul-prin.html' title=''/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Su-_6adl9pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KmjXKfTFfJY/s72-c/miscareint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-2117531136112343239</id><published>2009-10-03T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:54:57.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Tristgriploaieintunericimaginatieinchipuirefarasomnsifaramancaremereucugandullaea:osafacasaunu,sacrezisaunu,exagerezisaunu,searagreunoaptefaracuvintebauturaneincrederefatacaremaintorscutotul,telefoninchisexplicatiicuvintemulteneincredereceartadecizie..tristgriplumbvolk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-2117531136112343239?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2117531136112343239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2117531136112343239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/2117531136112343239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-5876178099052856511</id><published>2009-06-08T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:05:41.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca 1 an fara tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Si2LK4TozLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WzOf-i7jgI/s1600-h/jurnal-751375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345081351788350642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Si2LK4TozLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WzOf-i7jgI/s400/jurnal-751375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afara ploua. Eu ma gandesc la tine..a mai trecut un an de cand ne ai parasit..dar e ok..ma gandesc ca totusi n a trecut atata timp si parca as avea atatea sa ti spun..si poate nu e atat de tarziu..as putea incerca maine cand te voi revedea...dar sunt sigura ca nu voi putea.trebuie sa fiu tare pentru mama.si o sa fiu..zilele trecute m am plimbat cu bicicleta...si mi am amintit cum m ai invatat sa merg..memoria mi e plina de amintiri..si sunt mandra ca am avut un tata ca tine..imi lipsesti..ne lipsesti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-5876178099052856511?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5876178099052856511/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-1-fara-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5876178099052856511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5876178099052856511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-1-fara-tine.html' title='Inca 1 an fara tine'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Si2LK4TozLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WzOf-i7jgI/s72-c/jurnal-751375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-4892568865475097271</id><published>2009-05-16T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:03:11.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primul pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MV4My0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k7y349LokZg/s1600-h/umbrele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336638390948516066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MV4My0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k7y349LokZg/s400/umbrele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MQDr3M2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/bwKBGxEKyUs/s1600-h/vis+de+vara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336638290952401762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MQDr3M2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/bwKBGxEKyUs/s400/vis+de+vara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MLhlEG0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X3n75OdTigM/s1600-h/panza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336638213077605186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MLhlEG0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X3n75OdTigM/s400/panza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MGai5C1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dXTVXjQpx0c/s1600-h/timpul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336638125290097490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MGai5C1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dXTVXjQpx0c/s400/timpul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-L-rsGOWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m4LYMI0XuX8/s1600-h/la+canapele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336637992453159266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-L-rsGOWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m4LYMI0XuX8/s400/la+canapele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-L3AIYp1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/-yDm8PJSRQE/s1600-h/iluzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336637860501563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-L3AIYp1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/-yDm8PJSRQE/s400/iluzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-LwV4iP_I/AAAAAAAAADw/YpF769mH1es/s1600-h/felinarul+iarna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336637746081578994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-LwV4iP_I/AAAAAAAAADw/YpF769mH1es/s400/felinarul+iarna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; cateva dintre primele...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-4892568865475097271?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4892568865475097271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/primul-pas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/4892568865475097271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/4892568865475097271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/primul-pas.html' title='Primul pas'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sg-MV4My0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k7y349LokZg/s72-c/umbrele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-5471481667763415490</id><published>2009-05-10T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:56:42.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeile'/><title type='text'>pentru ca,pentru ca</title><content type='html'>"Iubim femeile pentru ca nu miros a transpiratie sau a tutun prost si nu asuda pe buza superioara. Pentru ca le zambesc tuturor copiilor mici care trec pe langa ele. Pentru ca merg pe strada drepte, cu capul sus, cu umerii trasi inapoi si nu raspund privirii tale cand le fixezi ca un maniac. Pentru ca trec cu un curaj neasteptat peste toate servitutile anatomiei lor delicate. Pentru ca in pat sunt indraznete si inventive nu din perversitate, ci ca sa-ti arate ca te iubesc. Pentru ca fac toate treburile sacaitoare si marunte din casa fara sa se laude cu asta si fara sa ceara recunostinta. Pentru ca nu citesc reviste porno si nu navigheaza pe site-uri porno. Pentru ca poarta tot soiul de zdranganele pe care si le asorteaza la imbracaminte dupa reguli complicate si de neinteles. Pentru ca iti deseneaza si-si picteaza fetele cu atentia concentrata a unui artist inspirat. Pentru ca au obsesia pentru subtirime-a lui Giacometti. Pentru ca se trag din fetite. Pentru ca-si ojeaza unghiile de la picioare. Pentru ca joaca sah, whist sau ping-pong fara sa le intereseze cine castiga. Pentru ca sofeaza prudent in masini lustruite ca niste bomboane, asteptand sa le admiri cand sunt oprite la stop si treci pe zebra prin fata lor. Pentru ca au un fel de-a rezolva probleme care te scoate din minti. Pentru ca au un fel de-a gandi care te scoate din minti. Pentru ca-ti spun "te iubesc" exact atunci cand te iubesc mai putin, ca un fel de compensatie. Pentru ca nu se masturbeaza. Pentru ca au din cand in cand mici suferinte: o durere reumatica, o constipatie, o batatura, si-atunci iti dai seama deodata ca femeile sunt oameni, oameni ca si tine. Pentru ca scriu fie extrem de delicat, colectionand mici observatii si schitand subtile nuante psihologice, fie brutal si scatologic ca nu cumva sa fie suspectate de literatura feminina. Pentru ca sunt extraordinare cititoare, pentru care se scriu trei sferturi din poezia si proza lumii. Pentru ca le innebuneste „Angie” al Rolling-ilor. Pentru ca le termina Cohen. Pentru ca poarta un razboi total si inexplicabil contra gandacilor de bucatarie. Pentru ca pana si cea mai dura bussiness woman poarta chiloti cu induiosatoare floricele si dantelute. Pentru ca e asa de ciudat sa-ntinzi la uscat, pe balcon, chilotii femeii tale, niste lucrusoare umede, negre, rosii si albe, parte satinate, parte aspre, mirandu-te ce mici suprafete au de acoperit. Pentru ca in filme nu fac dus niciodata inainte de-a face dragoste, dar numai in filme. Pentru ca niciodata n-ajungi cu ele la un acord in privinta frumusetii altei femei sau a altui barbat. Pentru ca iau viata in serios, pentru ca par sa creada cu adevarat in realitate. Pentru ca le intereseaza cu adevarat cine cu cine s-a mai cuplat intre vedetele de televiziune. Pentru ca tin minte numele actritelor si actorilor din filme, chiar ale celor mai obscuri. Pentru ca daca nu e supus nici unei hormonizari embrionul se dezvolta intotdeauna intr-o femeie. Pentru ca nu se gandesc cum sa i-o traga tipului dragut pe care-l vad in troleibuz. Pentru ca beau porcarii ca Martini Orange, Gin Tonic sau Vanilla Coke. Pentru ca nu-si pun mana pe fund decat in reclame. Pentru ca nu le excita ideea de viol decat in mintea barbatilor. Pentru ca sunt blonde, brune, roscate, dulci, futese, calde, dragalase, pentru ca au de fiecare data orgasm. Pentru ca daca n-au orgasm nu il mimeaza. Pentru ca momentul cel mai frumos al zilei e cafeaua de dimineata, cand timp de o ora rontaiti biscuiti si puneti ziua la cale. Pentru ca sunt femei, pentru ca nu sunt barbati, nici altceva. Pentru ca din ele-am iesit si-n ele ne-intoarcem, si mintea noastra se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai in jurul lor."(Mircea Cartarescu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-5471481667763415490?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5471481667763415490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-capentru-ca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5471481667763415490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/5471481667763415490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-capentru-ca.html' title='pentru ca,pentru ca'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-3632637285401744770</id><published>2009-05-07T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:00:01.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neimplinire'/><title type='text'>And now I'm all tongue tied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgMzax8PF8I/AAAAAAAAADo/D62ztAdC8LM/s1600-h/bst070217_jumatati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333162918912399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgMzax8PF8I/AAAAAAAAADo/D62ztAdC8LM/s320/bst070217_jumatati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca o ploaie calda de vara.nu stii cand vine,dar e atat de simpla si iti ofera o placere atat de mare,incat dupa terminarea ei,o astepti cu nerabdare pe urmatoarea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca plecarea pe un drum necunoscut,pe care visai sa l faci de atata timp,si in sfarsit esti in descoperirea aventurii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca si gustul copilariei atunci cand dai peste lucruri care ti amintesc ca ai fost odata copil si ai stiut sa te bucuri de lucruri atat de simple si frumoase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca si cum te uiti la filmul preferat si nu ti poti tine lacrimile la scena care te impresioneaza,si nu ti este rusine,chiar daca esti cu cineva langa tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca si cum esti invadata dintr o data de stari de bucurie,tristete,neliniste,insomnie,nerabdare,curiozitate..e ca atunci cand alergi si simti cum inima ti sare din piept la fiecare bataie a ei...e ca si cum rasaritul si apusul ar incerca sa rasara si apuna in acelasi timp..e ceva inexplicabil de placut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...dar si atat de trist cand realizezi ca nu ai puterea sa spui si sa faci ce simti,si astepti ca timpul sa rezolve sau sa te aduca din nou pe banalul drum al programului vietii..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4959491507910480374-3632637285401744770?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OW-lostWb4' title='And now I&apos;m all tongue tied'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3632637285401744770/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-ca-o-ploaie-calda-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/3632637285401744770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/3632637285401744770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-ca-o-ploaie-calda-de-vara.html' title='And now I&apos;m all tongue tied'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgMzax8PF8I/AAAAAAAAADo/D62ztAdC8LM/s72-c/bst070217_jumatati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-529970200196866241</id><published>2009-05-05T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:11:53.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1mai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vama veche'/><title type='text'>A cigarette,i can t forget the taste..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgAasd-7DZI/AAAAAAAAADY/UTofEDIbdFs/s1600-h/DSCF9251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332291310071778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgAasd-7DZI/AAAAAAAAADY/UTofEDIbdFs/s320/DSCF9251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mai a venit si anul asta.imi amintesc nerabdarea cu care asteptam vama si acum cand ma gandesc ca a si trecut si deja astept 1 mai de anul viitor..mai bine nu ma mai gandesc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de la an la an e totul diferit,de la chiar vama in sine,la oameni,cazare,prieteni,sarut,betie,focul de pe plaja,ganduri...insa ce ramane la fel este regretul intoarcerii acasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgAdNad-QFI/AAAAAAAAADg/IX4RxVFAS74/s1600-h/DSCF9324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294075087208530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgAdNad-QFI/AAAAAAAAADg/IX4RxVFAS74/s200/DSCF9324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Nu i nimic insa,mereu revine,iar eu voi fi acolo sa o intampin cu cine va dori sa mi se alature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-529970200196866241?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/529970200196866241/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cigarettei-can-t-forget-taste.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/529970200196866241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/529970200196866241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cigarettei-can-t-forget-taste.html' title='A cigarette,i can t forget the taste..'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/SgAasd-7DZI/AAAAAAAAADY/UTofEDIbdFs/s72-c/DSCF9251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-3487915739436823184</id><published>2009-04-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:19:29.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don t know what to do</title><content type='html'>ma simt indragostita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si o sa mi treaca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-3487915739436823184?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PehJ0FUWPs&amp;feature=related' title='I just don t know what to do'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3487915739436823184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-don-t-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/3487915739436823184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/3487915739436823184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-don-t-know-what-to-do.html' title='I just don t know what to do'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-597029756368220748</id><published>2009-03-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:52:00.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praf de stele pe urmele mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/ScuykUmSeyI/AAAAAAAAACw/flDwqdi6d1g/s1600-h/ecravr7iz9q6qcghwnstjh4s0_fsrlnioy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317540122115341090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/ScuykUmSeyI/AAAAAAAAACw/flDwqdi6d1g/s320/ecravr7iz9q6qcghwnstjh4s0_fsrlnioy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zilele trecute s a anuntat concert vita de vie in b52.lucru pe care l am aflat primind un telefon de la prietena mea,teo,care ma intreba entuziasmata daca merg si eu.analizand disponibilitatea pe care o aveam,ma trezesc(asa cum spune si despot :iarta mi visarea si trezeste ma) vibratiile puternice ale unei boxe asezate in lateralul scenei.dupa cum unii stiu sau nu,inghesuiala mare,clubul fiind mic pentru cerinta serii.atmosfera a fost una ok,fiecare cantec fiind cantat si tipat in unele cazuri de "fanii" prezenti.incercarile mele de a face o poza din lateralul scenei nu a esuat pana la urma.chiar daca,probabil vazand cat ma chinui sa l prind pe despot in poza,am primit ajutor de la un baiat care era bodyguardul componenetelor muzicale de pe scena,tot am reusit in cele din urma cateva poze destul de..ok..avand in vedere pozitia si chinuiala:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317516749065660834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/ScudT1M_qaI/AAAAAAAAACY/uJ55-QqGCPo/s320/100_4506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ora jumatate a trecut f repede,la terminarea concertului golindu se clubul,ramanand echipa vitei de vie pentru strangerea scenei si cateva persoane care nu vroiau sa se termine distractia asa repede,printre care si noi.asa ca,berea cu muzica ne au tinut pe loc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317520536186976754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/ScugwRVE-fI/AAAAAAAAACo/P2FdB-QGM5U/s320/100_4530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu aceasta ocazie am gasit o posibilitate de a intra intr o echipa de fotografi,de la o fata care,ne a intrebat daca ne poate face o poza pe care sa o afiseze pe un site de clubbing.acasa,citind totul despre situl respectiv,m am hotarat imediat sa aplic pentru alaturarea lor.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca, in afara de distractie se pot ivi si alte oportunitati favorabile cand te duci la un concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4959491507910480374-597029756368220748?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/597029756368220748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/praf-de-stele-pe-urmele-mele.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/597029756368220748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/597029756368220748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/praf-de-stele-pe-urmele-mele.html' title='praf de stele pe urmele mele'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/ScuykUmSeyI/AAAAAAAAACw/flDwqdi6d1g/s72-c/ecravr7iz9q6qcghwnstjh4s0_fsrlnioy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-6419379455048405295</id><published>2009-03-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:15:05.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Just A Thought Of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acum cateva seri m am ametit..acasa,nu ma lua somnul si ma gandeam la cai verzi..si mi am dat seama ca e adevarata zicala romaneasca,ca omul beat e &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6f_aTO3hI/AAAAAAAAABw/TqcW0MF9G7U/s1600-h/Image383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313860522084326930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6f_aTO3hI/AAAAAAAAABw/TqcW0MF9G7U/s320/Image383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poet:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; si astazi m au cuprins amintirile.nu ma intreba de la ce a pornit totul.pur si simplu am simtit.mi am scos cutiile de pantofi in care mi tin amintirile si am inceput sa le recitesc,retraiesc,reamintesc.cum imi place sa le pastrez pe toate..am gasit de la biletele scrise in timpul orelor,la martisoare primite,flori presate,multe scrisori,poze vechi care,daca nu mai existau nu puteam retrai sentimentul minunat pe care l am simtit...amintiri fara de care azi nu realizam cate am facut si oamenii pe care i am cunoscut.am dat peste o poza care m a facut sa zambesc:la cateva luni,parand destul de blonda pt bruneta de azi:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E asa ciudat momentul in care ridici o poza si te uit la ea si ti tii viata in mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi am amintit de prima iubire crezuta,pana sa cunosc pe cea adevarata,dar de care ma leaga multe amintiri:scrisori,flori presate,poze..daca stau sa ma gandesc,acum nu as mai face asta.dar atunci le faceam pentru cea care se simtea indragostita si nu se gandea ca lucrurile astea,astazi mi s ar parea banale sa le mai fac.eram un copil..aveam 15 ani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863119178776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6iWlOzQNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O5RE6b-R5lM/s200/Image387.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alta amintire interesanta a fost cand am facut antrenamente de karate:)) ma duceam de placere,imi placea sa bat baietii,dar cu fetele nu ma puteam bate decat daca nu le suportam,altfel mi era mila:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313870432936566018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6pATGinQI/AAAAAAAAACA/HcqVkOciSIk/s200/Image385.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Liceul e plin de amintiri..prieteni,distractii,dezamagiri,lacrimi,prima betie,prima iubire adevarata..prea multe pentru a putea fi spuse in cateva cuvinte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6tZqepuYI/AAAAAAAAACI/BqGM5ChIJoU/s1600-h/Image386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313875266754951554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6tZqepuYI/AAAAAAAAACI/BqGM5ChIJoU/s200/Image386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313875792518486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6t4RGcmLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rcsrpvhJyZM/s400/a+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt; 4 ani pe care mereu ii voi pastra in amintire poate fara nici un regret.ca una dintre perioadele minunate din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt; Terminarea liceului mi a adus in viata,persoana cu care am crezut ca voi merge mereu langa..dar am inteles si am mers singura mai departe..&lt;br /&gt; Astazi ,stau si ma gandesc la tot ce pot sa mi amintesc.si sper ca niciodata sa nu uit nimic important. sa pot retine fiecare persoana pe care am cunoscut o,indiferent de rolul pe care l a avut in viata mea.&lt;br /&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/4959491507910480374-6419379455048405295?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6419379455048405295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-is-just-thought-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6419379455048405295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/6419379455048405295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-is-just-thought-of-mine.html' title='My Life Is Just A Thought Of Mine'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sb6f_aTO3hI/AAAAAAAAABw/TqcW0MF9G7U/s72-c/Image383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-7139962118878068480</id><published>2009-03-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:07:32.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poezie</title><content type='html'>Avand in vedere ca puf a pierdut,a trebuit sa invete o poezie,pe care i am zis o eu.as vrea sa zik mai multe dar las faptele sa vorbeasca de la sine.mentionez doar ca aceasta este a doua filmare.pentru ca prima a fost filmata in club,si fiind galagie nu se intelegea mare lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:nu stii sa reciti:D :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="316" height="262" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31a2f80e977db7a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31a2f80e977db7a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331367160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68F1340C2902A5F0E84179B5B8A369424FDDE759.38572F90CEC879D534C1D9283BB211D0F40627AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31a2f80e977db7a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVUO5jamrRKRrGmkGtsbBCIs_ubw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="316" height="262" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31a2f80e977db7a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331367160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68F1340C2902A5F0E84179B5B8A369424FDDE759.38572F90CEC879D534C1D9283BB211D0F40627AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31a2f80e977db7a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVUO5jamrRKRrGmkGtsbBCIs_ubw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-7139962118878068480?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31a2f80e977db7a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7139962118878068480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/poezie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/7139962118878068480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/7139962118878068480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/poezie.html' title='Poezie'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959491507910480374.post-7719228356647991612</id><published>2009-03-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:20:48.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fuga pana la Veliko Tarnovo</title><content type='html'>-Am chef sa plec! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Da..si eu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ce faci maine?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nimic interesant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hai sa plecam undeva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Unde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ce ai de gand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mergem pana n Bulgaria..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si asa a inceput...ne am hotarat si peste cateva ore cand am iesit de la munca, la 8 dim,am plecat inspre granita la bulgari.am platit o taxa pt pod &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311705481662457874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 622px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb3_jH8aBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1xARrYbThm4/s200/DSC_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;de 22.42 lei sau 6 euro.podul care leaga romania de bulgaria se mai numeste si podul prieteniei,la care tin sa mentionez:d ca a lucrat si strabunicul meu:P.Podul Prieteniei Giurgiu-Russe este o punte de incredere intre Romania si Bulgaria. Lung de 2,8 km, podul a fost proiectat de V. Adreev si a fost deschis traficului la 20 Iunie 1954. Podul are 2 rute suprapuse: una feroviara, la nivelul inferior si una destinata traficului auto, la nivel superior.La intrarea in Ruse adik Pyce(cum se scrie la ei in alfabetul chirilic) am aratat prietenos buletinele dupa care am intrebat unde am putea sa schimbam lei in leva.politistii ne au raspuns prietenos ca mai bine ne am intoarce in giurgiu ca s ar putea ca sa ne fraiereasca in ruse(ce dragut).dupa cateva secunde de gandire am decis sa mergem la risc.multumindu le,am trecut granita inspre necunoscut.In apropiere, am oprit la un magazin,asemanator cu cel de la mine de la tara,unde am schimbat 100lei adik 40 leva.intamplarea comica,e ca,facand un calcul repede si scurt si observand ca la ei o paine este 0.90 leva,am zis ca ne a fraierit si ne a dat pe un milion echivalentul a 4 paini si un colt:)) dar dupa cand am revenit la calculele corecte ne am dat seama ca era totul ok. Continuand drumul,la nici 3 km de iesirea din ruse,suntem opriti de politie pt depasirea vitezei cu 20km si obligati sa platim o amenda de 150 leva.dupa cateva negocieri romano-engleze-bulgare am ajuns la concluzia ca vor bani in buzunar si dupa darea a 80 leva am pornit,de data asta mai usor,la drum.am urmat indicatiile colegei mele,gabi,si am tinut drept pe langa drumul spre sofia,care da spre dreapta, si am ajuns dupa o ora la veliko tarnovo.m am indragostit de la intrarea in oras,cu strazile inguste si cladiri usor inalte,cu aerul curat de munte..desi era zapada era o caldura de nu puteai sta decat in tricou.ne am invartit usor printre stradute pana am ajuns la poalele unui deal pe care era asezata cetatea de la tarnovo.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb40_ECIEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KvZ37wdE6gI/s1600-h/DSCF8153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311706399695315010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb40_ECIEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KvZ37wdE6gI/s200/DSCF8153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cetatea,aparent mica iti lua 3 ore sa i faci turul.peisajul din varful cetatii merita fiecare treapta urcata,avand in vedere ca orasul este asezat intr un fel de vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb6BuaCz4I/AAAAAAAAABA/XV183_mx_Xo/s1600-h/DSCF8215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311707718074158978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb6BuaCz4I/AAAAAAAAABA/XV183_mx_Xo/s200/DSCF8215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..iar timpul era atat de frumos incat ziceai ca esti undeva prin mai,dar inconjurata de zapada.as fi stat ore in sir acolo.in varful dealului se afla o mica biserica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb7DOTLiZI/AAAAAAAAABI/ILSLNII-Sdc/s1600-h/DSCF8344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708843326802322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb7DOTLiZI/AAAAAAAAABI/ILSLNII-Sdc/s200/DSCF8344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fotografierea inauntru se face contra sumei de 5leva,dar merita.pictura este atat de frumoasa incat nu ti poti lua ochii de la ea pt cateva minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb8JsaNdiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f-kRKGCwqGg/s1600-h/DSCF8306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311710054000195106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb8JsaNdiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f-kRKGCwqGg/s320/DSCF8306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din pacate timpul trece atat de repede incat o zi nu ti ajunge sa vezi totul.bineinteles ca n am rezistat sa nu facem poze imbracati in rege si regina.me the king;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311710947349700898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb89sZVISI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ba6YmcQa3to/s400/DSCF8235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Am mancat la o terasa,nu scump si f ok.la sfarsit intamplarea comica a fost ca,i am cerut nota de plata si a gesticulat din cap ca nu,ceea ce la ei inseamna da. Am plecat tristi,dar cu promisiunea ca peste o luna ne intoarcem sa vedem ce n am vazut.inapoi in drum spre ruse,ne am oprit la o biserica la 2km de urcat pe munte.din pacate biserica era f mica si inchisa,dar la fel peisajul a meritat urcarea. Lasarea serii ne a prins in ruse,unde spre dezamagirea noastra nimeni nu stia engleza sau romana.ne am asezat la un local dragut unde am mancat pizza f buna la un pret f mic.am intrat si intr un supermarket pentru ca oana,nu se putea intoarce fara zacusca si muraturile promise mamei ei. Luandu ne dupa indicatiile soferilor de taxi,mai precis spus,dupa gesticularile acestora si dupa ratacirea usoara dupa niste blocuri,gasim drumul spre vama.. A meritat din plin cateva ore,sa te recreezi altfel.decat o iesire in club sau alte distractii de aici.asa ca daca aveti ocazia sa mergeti la veliko tarnovo..nu ezitati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b507c9233ca4a297" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db507c9233ca4a297%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331367160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70BF0D5015A8D88066599F725934E46346E76415.382563276EE53F978E9C2E392117B6275F3BCA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db507c9233ca4a297%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcYpuz9p7YJgX93cEgvXqoelkhqU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db507c9233ca4a297%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331367160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70BF0D5015A8D88066599F725934E46346E76415.382563276EE53F978E9C2E392117B6275F3BCA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db507c9233ca4a297%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcYpuz9p7YJgX93cEgvXqoelkhqU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959491507910480374-7719228356647991612?l=likeahobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b507c9233ca4a297&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7719228356647991612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-fuga-pana-la-veliko-tarnovo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/7719228356647991612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959491507910480374/posts/default/7719228356647991612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeahobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-fuga-pana-la-veliko-tarnovo.html' title='O fuga pana la Veliko Tarnovo'/><author><name>eliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874042315318678535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/TQ1EmWs6WvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AYaNoOYmnOw/S220/DSC_7495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F6spDrnnYR4/Sbb3_jH8aBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1xARrYbThm4/s72-c/DSC_0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
