tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34578849379071350092024-03-13T03:11:25.903-05:00for all the memories"progresam si uitam sa fim fericitii.."sendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457884937907135009.post-80160061400752901272010-03-22T13:31:00.005-05:002010-05-05T13:21:23.755-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCzTb3HANVkta7c9wbM7hEWms9fU37wE4Pm93q2FnAvXN3U8Xagfba4tO6wADyqGMtBGieoLvPF4ksYxXVzZ34xTUnOIlmEOh0h5D8j5qNmisdN1H916t2P5GpRyGQp0Caek2y1VOGDo/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 59px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCzTb3HANVkta7c9wbM7hEWms9fU37wE4Pm93q2FnAvXN3U8Xagfba4tO6wADyqGMtBGieoLvPF4ksYxXVzZ34xTUnOIlmEOh0h5D8j5qNmisdN1H916t2P5GpRyGQp0Caek2y1VOGDo/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451530340551578850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fiecare particica din mine se zgudiue impreuna cu amintirile.. cu vara obositoare, cu mirosul sarat al marii, cu muntele suprem, zmeul negru inaltat la alpusul soarelui, cu fiecare stea cazatoare si fiecare dorinta apusa si mai e si focul ce ma copleseste cu dorinte, visuri prea inalte; vad si bariera.. Oare mai astept mult pana se ridica?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggc7kLD9eZdoGqQM6n3cWSzTkOYvnH2BZoQxxUNKCJHJ2GcNYZKzcspj5c6pfz8tw4mj3RINUlWh3NFjXxuo93oGVxAiDea2nR5BHfxwZpWPSdDFS2MFYmGOXADzZhPWaTXYheVIW1M2U/s1600-h/1.JPG"><br /></a>sendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457884937907135009.post-74066434218006306772009-10-04T13:30:00.004-05:002010-03-08T12:08:03.273-06:00<div style="text-align: center;">Sub taiorul lui destin<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Privim cerul asasin si plin de venin,<br />Il privim imbratsati, asupra lumi plecati.<br /><br />Prin vene albastre, curg stele nefaste.<br /><br />Orasul asasin e plin de venin..<br />Dulce ambient<br />Ranjet cu defect<br />Suflet murdar,<br />E cursul omeniri prea banal?<br />Ei o pata, noi un ceas<br />Timpul.. treipasi</div>sendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457884937907135009.post-6061171554157991252009-09-07T13:36:00.007-05:002010-03-08T12:08:29.552-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l8Q2VS7PPQhXiNf1ic2h8YGbNkpqZS9pc6zj_hCotPYGcRIaZitZC0SBVoHVz4Jd8FCEIo9ixneO2aWIunUIKxuxi14UGMUacCZf7PTLRoFlgxSbTBBbDIAmlHL7YmmB-9JuOSrAnLQ/s1600-h/a+fos+o+data.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 344px; float: left; height: 229px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378796482500067762" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l8Q2VS7PPQhXiNf1ic2h8YGbNkpqZS9pc6zj_hCotPYGcRIaZitZC0SBVoHVz4Jd8FCEIo9ixneO2aWIunUIKxuxi14UGMUacCZf7PTLRoFlgxSbTBBbDIAmlHL7YmmB-9JuOSrAnLQ/s400/a+fos+o+data.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >"vreau sa ma trezesc langa tine dimineata.."</span></strong></em></div>sendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457884937907135009.post-30711418857185187392009-06-29T03:52:00.001-05:002009-06-29T04:05:38.119-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8n3Z85vQjTSRUBy-eX7fMnVUODmDbblnbUgJ10z89j0T4So1RkjF0syLwqD6VfjwLtWfj3bAuEp4k-YY1nkUUVDJpZSAJgBHzBtL92yOC7YmvocLqfbXT4G9aYmhQ61ZuFduy0I5rwQ/s1600-h/P6115678.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352669931741315522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8n3Z85vQjTSRUBy-eX7fMnVUODmDbblnbUgJ10z89j0T4So1RkjF0syLwqD6VfjwLtWfj3bAuEp4k-YY1nkUUVDJpZSAJgBHzBtL92yOC7YmvocLqfbXT4G9aYmhQ61ZuFduy0I5rwQ/s400/P6115678.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>o lume tulburata de sentimente nedefinite, nepasarea dulci ironii..<br />trei pene negre cad din vazduhul incalcit..<br />e prea liniste.<br />bufnita gri prevesteste.. nenorocirea<br />patura caramizie a cerului formeaza un acoperamant ideal pentru emotiile neimpartasite ale pamantului inabusit de caldura,<br />un mirosul putred de lemn ars si rumegus patrunde in mine..<br />ma gadila gandul unui paradis mizerabil.<br />din zgomotul orasului a mai ramas doar un film vechi inca nedevelopat..<br />nimic.<br />nu mai gasesc perechea aripii mele de zburator<br />asi vrea sa fug, dar schiopatez,<br />am piredut pe campul plin cu dezamagiri si regrete.<br />lovitura dupa lovitura, dar ma ridic.. mai pot?<br />viata insangerata<br />naivitate pura<br />complexitatea intredictiilor.. mai vreau.<br />.. te vreau.<br />zbor</div>sendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457884937907135009.post-23633093012694221052009-06-21T03:30:00.006-05:002009-06-29T03:24:01.423-05:00nesatisfacatorul banal s-a asternut pe greul trup al ingerului fara aura,<br />aripile manzite cu durerea impulsiva a pamantului noroios..<br />sunt ciufulite de asprimea curentului oceanic<br />e sfarsitul unui nou inceput, anevoios si cenusiu<br />el priveste tristetea lacrimogena a stancilor in care se inabusesc valurile taioase<br />oceanul spumos e strabatur de o pasare cu aripi albe<br /><br />.. o sperantasendihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232493300617824346noreply@blogger.com3