tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685093751946596182012-02-16T10:47:36.843+02:00emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-22206376519179520892011-08-01T19:25:00.002+03:002011-08-01T21:23:29.334+03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-2220637651917952089?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-66387071663326833832011-07-20T18:44:00.004+03:002011-07-20T22:43:25.724+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YS_0K_rX7PA/TictGg5ldhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pLLzLZ0KBW8/s1600/marilyn-diamonds.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YS_0K_rX7PA/TictGg5ldhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pLLzLZ0KBW8/s320/marilyn-diamonds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631519448984024594" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lucruri care trebuie avute in vedere:</div><div><br /></div><div>- bani ;</div><div>- masina ;</div><div>- tocuri ;</div><div>- atitudine ;</div><div>- superficialitate ;</div><div><br /></div><div> restul e poveste ... ;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6638707166332683383?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-42274422578405872362011-07-19T11:57:00.002+03:002011-07-19T16:59:29.513+03:00<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22289856?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/22289856">The Cure</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/shootmefashion">shootmefashion.net</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><div><br /></div><div>"- De ce nu tremuri?</div><div>- Nu mi-e frig.</div><div>-De ce nu te albești la față ?</div><div>- Nu sunt bolnavă.</div><div>- De ce nu te increzi în meșteșugul meu?</div><div>- Nu sunt proastă.</div><div>...</div><div>- Ți-e frig, ești bolnavă și ești proastă.</div><div>- Dovedește-o !</div><div>- O s-o fac , în câteva cuvinte . Ți-e frig - pentru că ești singura : nimeni nu ațâță focul care mocnește în tine. Ești bolnavă - pentru că cel mai ales simțământ, cel mai înalt și mai dulce care i-a fost dat omului, stă departe de tine. Ești proastă - pentru că, oricât ai suferi, nu-i vei face semn să se apropie și nici nu vei face un pas pentru a-i ieși în întămpinare acolo unde te așteaptă." (Jane Eyre, Ch.Bronte,248)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-4227442257840587236?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-74269193481032995142011-06-20T23:48:00.004+03:002011-06-21T22:10:09.739+03:00<a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_8ML9oS4XgpOm_JDMa2_HFLRPv1lpjwu_Qcki8Yw3FxSXOusn" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_8ML9oS4XgpOm_JDMa2_HFLRPv1lpjwu_Qcki8Yw3FxSXOusn" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Sperie-te de ziua in care o sa fiu capabila sa-mi controlez sentimentele !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7426919348103299514?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-91291646803914192692011-06-18T20:12:00.003+03:002011-06-18T23:02:02.676+03:00<a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQy-N6r_ksk101_ViK5f0FsothmbaemC0GJ2VeggDsDH40_ZkDH" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 191px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQy-N6r_ksk101_ViK5f0FsothmbaemC0GJ2VeggDsDH40_ZkDH" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Vreau sa-mi jupoi pielea si sa ti-o dau tie, nu vreau sa-ti mai simt nebunia peste tot pe mine ... nu iti vreau privirea si comportamentul bolnavicios !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-9129164680391419269?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-57247912538589990722011-06-17T14:04:00.006+03:002011-09-01T17:10:47.720+03:00<a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTotxSbVcqFufvX_MW1dV1BZEkda2PXX66OBoRarREr6D1crnnS" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTotxSbVcqFufvX_MW1dV1BZEkda2PXX66OBoRarREr6D1crnnS" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br /><div> <br /><div> </div><div> Ceva din mine vroia sa plece se lupta cu trupul si mintea care ii negau acest drept ... se zbatea intre coaste, se zbatea atat de tare incat durea, aveam impresia ca o sa reuseasca sa le zdrobeasca si sa fuga ... sunt mai puternica !</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><a href="http://youtu.be/z4nKOzk8qbw">"You can’t touch me now there’s no vision left <br />If you think I’m coming back don’t hold your breath <br />What you did to me boy I can’t forget <br />If you think I’m coming back don’t hold your breath"</a></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> <br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i> <br /></i></span></span></div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5724791253858999072?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-18309768012397353962011-06-13T14:12:00.006+03:002011-09-01T17:11:25.495+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWoYC413JWw/TfXwzJdWy0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zzS85fF8ztY/s1600/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWoYC413JWw/TfXwzJdWy0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zzS85fF8ztY/s320/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617660871717604162" /></a> <br /><div><div> <br /></div><div>" M-am uitat pe pozele tale de pe facebook si am vazut 3 persoane diferite ." </div><div>" Hm...nu gandisem in acest fel, dar poate asa ar trebui sa fiu ... nu degeaba cineva mi-a spus 3Mgirl . "</div><div> <br /></div><div>Nu e indicat sa fii tu cu oricine, oricand si in orice situatie, de aceea s-ar putea sa nu stii cand sunt eu cu adevarat sau cand ma prefac . S-ar putea sa te iubesc chiar cand o sa te fac sa regreti ca ti-am iesit in cale si sa ma prefac cand parem perechea perfecta ... dar nu vei stii niciodata care este adevarul .</div><div> <br /></div><div>Lucrurile, intamplarile, vorbele pot fi intoarse in favoarea ta, trebuie doar sa lasi loc de subintelesuri, sa ai incredere in intuitie, sa ai curaj sa risti si cel mai important sa stii cand nu are rost sa risti ...</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>E timpul sa renunt sa ma mai gandesc la trecut si sa incep sa ma gandesc la viitor ! Sentimentele nu sunt importante ...</div><div> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-1830976801239735396?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-36241332484697190772011-06-11T17:42:00.002+03:002011-06-11T18:12:37.537+03:00<a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRwO96ybwLqW58E81koCj4ZrgyuoqPS2EfX6SJLx5G1AanttgYStg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 185px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRwO96ybwLqW58E81koCj4ZrgyuoqPS2EfX6SJLx5G1AanttgYStg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Ma incapatanez cu naivitate unui copil sa ma agat de toate amintirile pe care le pot pastra, de la o tigara rupta, ciocolata de acum 3 ani, pana la jucarii de plus si bijuterii, doar pentru ca imi e teama sa renunt la ele caci par a fi singurele fire care ma tin in lumea lui Peter Pan , o lume sigura, fara grijile si responsabilitatile adultilor. </div><div><br /></div><div>Imi e teama sa progresez si sa ma transform in cineva necunoscut mie, cineva incapabil sa faca fata noilor provocari !</div><div><br /></div><div>Sau poate doar am obosit ... am obosit sa fac alegeri gresite, am obosit sa te fac sa razi , sa te ajut sa fii fericit si sa ma prefac ca nu doare, desi ma omoara ... am obosit sa ma afecteze orice lucru marunt si sa plang de ori cate ori nu ma ridic la asteptarile voastre ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Am obosit sa plang doar pentru ca sunt incapabila sa te fac sa intelegi !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3624133248469719077?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-62562312443992043062011-06-04T15:53:00.010+03:002011-06-04T19:02:00.805+03:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dtPLTvQoWE/Teox2oJQmAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W18Dp_AyHoU/s1600/crying_eye-2552.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614354700029696002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dtPLTvQoWE/Teox2oJQmAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W18Dp_AyHoU/s320/crying_eye-2552.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Cand hotarati ca lumea lor trebuie impartita intre voi doi , la ei va ganditi ?</div><div></div><br /><div>Le ascultati vreodata plansul, tristetea si starea de disperare atunci cand se simt neputinciosi sa tina unite doua lumi care se dizolva?</div><div><br /></div><div>Intelegeti ce inseamna pentru ei sa aleaga intre singurii oameni care ii ajuta sa descopere motivul existentei lor ?</div><br /><div>Umbre. Formati doar umbre, nimic mai mult ... formati oameni maturi din cauza varstei , dar instabili, irascibili , nehotarati ... oameni care se ascund in spatele unor masti si nu stiu sa se ierte; vinovati ca nu au fost destul de puternici sa-si tina lumea intreaga.</div><div><ul><li>Nu e placut sa te simti vinovat ca te-ai nascut cand nu a fost alegerea ta;</li></ul><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>NOTA: Cea mai grea, anevoioasa si lunga datorie a ta e sa formezi copii, adolescenti, oameni , insa nu e obligatoriu sa o faci doar pentru a fi in pas cu societatea.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><strong>Kelly Clarkson - Because Of You</strong><br /> <object width="448" height="33"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/criss271983/1e2c8edd2ef94e.swf"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="username=criss271983&amp;hash=1e2c8edd2ef94e&amp;miniMode=true"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/criss271983/1e2c8edd2ef94e.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=criss271983&amp;hash=1e2c8edd2ef94e&amp;miniMode=true"></embed></object> <br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/country" title="country"> Asculta mai multe audio country </a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6256231244399204306?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-66374487193312436452011-06-02T16:01:00.003+03:002011-06-02T17:17:18.314+03:00Asa cum mi-a fost sugerat m-am trezit si m-am privit in oglinda. Doar am privit si am asteptat sa-mi apara reflectia...am asteptat sa apara asa cum o stiam eu; mult prea copilaroasa si naiva pentru varsta mea. <div>Cat de tarziu m-am intors in viata mea ! </div><div>In mod normal m-ar fi amuzat ca stau si ma privesc singura in oglinda sau as fi inceput sa ma stramb...</div><div>Mi-am impletit ata colorata in jurul unei suvite de par; tot nu reusesc sa rad...am vorbit cu Vladut, Vladut al meu, cel de la meditatii, cel din cauza caruia ma dureau obrajii de ras pana plecam de la meditatie...nimic !</div><div>E atata liniste si singuratate in camera asta incat deschid geamul doar sa aud vocile de afara, ma uit pe geam si rad cu ei...ma obisnuiesc atat de mult cu gandurile mele ca sunt momente cand vorbesc si nu-mi mai recunosc vocea...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ai puteri supranaturale si le folosesti pe mine !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KqX2WIB3xQE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6637448719331243645?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-6242215010278042512011-05-26T15:27:00.004+03:002011-05-27T00:22:41.692+03:00<a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGBRCd-lDLC_ZVAJ_i7z66_ljggkgj6mpaVlfxpZKb8qb7pBJA" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGBRCd-lDLC_ZVAJ_i7z66_ljggkgj6mpaVlfxpZKb8qb7pBJA" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daca maine o sa dobandesc puteri o sa ma joc cu mintea ta. O sa-ti sterg toate amintirile placute si o sa-ti alimentez dorinta de a le redobandi dandu-ti , din cand in cand, cate una . Ma vei vrea in fiecare zi mai mult... Voi deveni motivul tau , motivul datorita cui zambesti si din cauza caruia te vei sfasia de durere.<div>Cand vei incepe sa simti placere in chin voi fi langa tine ... iti voi putea oferi un sprijin pentru a-ti regasi suferinta . Ma vei adora pentru acest sprijin. Iti voi oferi , insa, placerea de a ma adora ... </div><div><br /></div><div>Cand vei deveni dependent voi disparea ! </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>NOTA:</div><div>Nu stiu de ce tot uit sa iti multumesc ca ai fost langa mine cand am avut nevoie!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Din pacate probabilitatea de a iti face ceva rau e la fel de mare ca posibilitatea de a obtine eu puteri magice)</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >... e doar momentul sa merg mai departe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-624221501027804251?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-56990865519974929322011-05-25T02:10:00.000+03:002011-05-26T17:26:51.846+03:00<a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuBi-d_LuGcciiwPn_wzD1liVDydva0qgvPR11W0lyD5D7n_T2MQ" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuBi-d_LuGcciiwPn_wzD1liVDydva0qgvPR11W0lyD5D7n_T2MQ" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Doar visele ma deosebesc de sticla goala ce are doar o eticheta frumos colorata... Nu mi le mai distruge pentru ca se construiesc greu !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nu-mi cere sa ma maturizez cand nu-mi cunosti decat eticheta si nici nu ai intentia sa cunosti mai mult !</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu-mi cere sa vad ce vezi tu cand eu pot sa zbor si tu nu !</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu-mi cere sa te uit cand inca nu am invatat cum se face !</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu-mi cere sa merg mai departe chiar cand am ajuns acolo unde mi-am dorit !</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu-mi cere sa nu simt tot ce simt cand asta imi da culorile sa desenez lumea </div><div><br /></div><div>POATE:</div><div><div><div>- tot ce mi-am construit a fost o minciuna frumos decorata care a durat mult prea mult ... totusi mi-am iubit minciunile;</div><div>- doar eu cred in lumea mea ;</div><div>- nu sunt perfecta ;</div><div>- nu stiu sa filozofez; </div><div>- nu imi place matematica si nici nu trebuie sa imi placa doar pentru ca am fost prinsa in acest joc;</div><div>- singurul lucru pe care nu il suport e ca ma limitez;</div><div>- imi e frica sa raman singura, ;</div><div>- imi e frica de parerea celor din jur ;</div></div><div>Poate acesta e farmecul meu!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>"</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Primeste-l...</span><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "><span class="apple-style-span">Primeste-l pentru a mia oara si iarta-l...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "><span class="apple-style-span">Zambeste-i, tine-l in brate, intelege-l...</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Sopteste-i la ureche ce-ti trece prin cap si apoi razi in hohote..</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Iubeste-l si fa-l in continuare sa creada ca esti numai a lui...</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Protejeaza-l si accepta ca ai nevoie de el...</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Nu-i mai arunca cuvinte grele si nu-i mai reprosa nimic...</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Nu-l judeca...</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Accepta-l asa cum e si traieste la voia intamplarii...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">DAR...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Dar<b> uita-l! " </b>(de pe undeva de pe net)</span></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">PS: stiu ca su</span>nt copil, deci nu va mai obositi sa-mi spuneti !</p></div><div><br /></div></div><div>Nu sunt ca tine! Asa ca, tu, oricare "tu" , nu ma mai judeca pentru ca eu nu o fac !</div><div>De asemenea nu esti obligat sa iti pierzi timpul citind ceea ce scriu eu pentru ca oricum exista posibilitatea sa nu intelegi ... si daca nu intelegi inseamna ca scopul a fost atins !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5699086551997492932?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-30171097491369867942011-05-20T18:45:00.005+03:002011-05-20T20:48:22.748+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iw7tnLBflHo/TdadId_sElI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wlLwHyk56rc/s1600/230575_223267271020950_100000130355733_1073819_6426784_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iw7tnLBflHo/TdadId_sElI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wlLwHyk56rc/s320/230575_223267271020950_100000130355733_1073819_6426784_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608843154752803410" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOk3gTq2Q-U/TdabDYwVR5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i-bvDsZ_9JQ/s1600/230575_223267271020950_100000130355733_1073819_6426784_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><div><div>"___:ce-ti doresti de la viata, 3Mgirl? </div><div><br /></div><div>___: nu stiu ... imi doresc sa fiu fericita , orice ar insemna asta ...oricum am eu o presimtire ca intr-o zi o sa descopar ca am cancer si o sa mor..</div></div><div><br /></div><div>___: Daca ti-as spune ca tot ceea ce ti s-a intamplat azi, ai rumegat ieri in minte? Inceraca sa visezi la ceea ce te atrage pentru ca mai mult sau mai putin, fie ca-ti place sau nu aduci in viata ta lucruri, persoane, situatii la care te gandesti ,fie ele rele sau bune...Asa ca ai grija la ce te gandesti intens! Scrie-mi , intr-un mail, cum vrei sa fie viata ta.</div><div><br /></div><div>___: multumesc, o sa incerc sa fac asta , mi-ar prinde bine..</div><div><br /></div><div>___: Te imbratisez cu drag, 3Mgirl ! Te astept! Fa-ma curios, incanta-ma! " </div><div><br /></div><div>PS: Imi e drag sa vorbesc cu tine, desi nu te cunosc...Nu vreau sa te cunosc pentru ca nu vreau sa se termine ! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Imi doresc o rochie lunga de epoca, parul lung si ondulat, vreau o viata in care primeaza oamenii si nu interesele... vreau sa fiu una din protagonistele principale ale romanelor lui<span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Charlotte Brontë . </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Imi e frica sa raman singura si am tendinta sa devin dependenta de oamenii la care tin, insa asta dureaza doar cateva saptamani pentru ca incep sa ma plictisesc si am iar nevoie de provocari si inertitudine.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Am momente in care ma simt ingrozitoare si sunt dezorientata,prostuta, isterica, nehotarata, cicalitoare, copilaroasa , tacuta si momente in care am nevoie sa ascult</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "> vocea cuiva fara sa aud ce spune, imi place sa vad reactii, imi place sa provoc si sa fiu provocata, imi place sa ascult gesturile si sa ma amuz pe seama lor, imi place sa ascult ce spun oamenii atunci cand soptesc si cred ca nu sunt auziti pentru ca imi imaginez pozitiile si gesturile lor, imi place sa ma las condusa de intuitie si imi place sa rad si sa provoc rasete.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Cum vreau sa fie viata mea? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Deocamdata o vreau asa cum e ... plina de intrebari, surprize, mister .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Intr-o zi as vrea 4 copii, doua fete si doi baieti ...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3017109749136986794?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-51060175810342212392011-05-09T21:00:00.002+03:002011-05-09T21:36:56.177+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4kahYSxAI/TcgsBbgdY4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iPpTHg634ZI/s1600/tumblr_lgvcpv0zzO1qdbhvto1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><blockquote></blockquote><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4kahYSxAI/TcgsBbgdY4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iPpTHg634ZI/s200/tumblr_lgvcpv0zzO1qdbhvto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604778139337974658" /></a> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Daca nu mi-as petrece majoritatea timpului visand si inventand momente poate as capabila sa ma bucur de ele in realitate. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nu am aer, cred ca asa se simte si un claustrofob, insa la mine cauza e palpabila; prea multa lume intr-un spatiu mic, o caldura sufocanta si o ingrozitoare lipsa de oxigen.</div><div><br /></div><div> Vroiam sa il vad, iar invitatia lui a fost acceptata si bine venita . Zambesc ca un copil tamb, desi o voce din interior imi invie temerile pe care am decis sa le ignor "Esti constienta ca daca vei merge acolo inseamna ca accepti situatia? Esti constienta cat poti avea de pierdut? Esti constienta ca nu insemni nimic? ", "Niciodata nu am mai acceptat riscurile cu atat de multa placere."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Intra si inchide usa !"</div><div><br /></div><div> Inca invinuindu-ma pentru toata fericirea care imi e oferita in schimbul renuntarii la convingerile si credintele mele, am ajuns la el... </div><div>Odata ajunsa acolo o alta teama si-a facut aparitia "Acum ce trebuie sa fac? Cum sa ma port? Ce sa spun? "</div><div><br /></div><div>Din fericire nu a fost nevoie sa nascocesc ceva pentru ca singurul lucru pe care am apucat sa-l fac a fost rasucirea cheii in inchizatoare . M-a cuprins si m-a sarutat cu dorinta si pasiune. </div><div><br /></div><div>A inceput jocul...lumina maronie si calda, acea lumina care lasa umbrele de pe pereti sa ne imite miscarile. I-am privit ochii, m-am jucat cu umbrele de pe corpul lui, i-am simtit mainile, pielea si oasele....</div><div>Mi-a atins spatele.Transpirasem asa ca m-a acoperit...la fel ca inainte, cand preferam sa cred ca insemn ceva, cand obisnuia sa ma lase sa dorm in bratele lui, cand obisnuia sa verifice daca sunt acoperita si ii placea sa ma stranga in brate ...Tot nu reusesc sa inteleg de ce e atat de cald si bine imprejurul lui.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ai vazut ca l-au omorat? Acum o sa se termine razboiul."</div><div>"Nu,nu o sa se termine, acum o sa inceapa "</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nu e necesar ca un vis sa se intample pentru ca eu sa-i simt placerea [...].</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5106017581034221239?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-58469830087886446932011-04-21T18:45:00.003+03:002011-05-25T03:19:47.369+03:00<div>Esti un las...</div><div><br /></div>... esti un las si mi-a luat 5 luni sa fiu in stare sa accept acest lucru ...<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oNp3HNQRpKU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5846983008788644693?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-78100850581060110762011-03-12T10:34:00.003+02:002011-05-25T03:31:09.986+03:00Nu-mi asculta gandurile atunci cand imi doresc sa te urasc, sunt atat de parsive, crude si egoiste incat ma sperie si pe mine....<div><br /></div><div>Cand te ignor imi imaginez ca nu existi si dispari , cand ma prinzi aruncandu-ti priviri ascunse,am nevoie sa te vad, cand iti vorbesc urat imi lipsesti cel mai mult...</div><div><br /></div><div>Fara nici un rost !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CSnwkxzWtZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7810085058106011076?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-76647273989240798542011-02-15T15:37:00.003+02:002011-07-19T18:25:31.008+03:00<div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://youtu.be/zZKRUkGz3mY">Heart skips a beat, my heart skips a beat </a></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://youtu.be/zZKRUkGz3mY"><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart is playing stricks on me </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">And it's building bricks on me </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I can't break through </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">And I can't face you </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My world is turning slowly now </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">But it's burning up somehow </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I need some time </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">To know what's right </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">'Cause it's only in the quiet that I feel some relief </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm trying hard not to resist the joy </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't listen to me I'm being paranoid </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I might try hard but it's too hard to avoid </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart skips a beat </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart skips a beat </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart is always first to know </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">And as the feeling grows </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I can't deny, push those thoughts aside </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My world is full of loveliness </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">But I focus on the stress </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart says, "Go" but my brain says, "No" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">And it's only in the quiet that I hear myself breathe </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart skips a beat </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart skips a beat </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Oh, I know this time 'cause it's physical </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">My blood has stopped and I am breathless as well </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">But I need a minute to convince myself </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">'Cause it's only in the quiet that I know what to feel</span></a></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7664727398924079854?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-47881857821486264452011-01-29T18:25:00.002+02:002011-02-12T19:56:11.785+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/TU6Qhxv9rII/AAAAAAAAAG4/SAPeOZwYHfg/s1600/beach-love-couple-silhouette.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/TU6Qhxv9rII/AAAAAAAAAG4/SAPeOZwYHfg/s200/beach-love-couple-silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570548699068476546" border="0" /></a><br />Sunt oameni care vad lucrurile foarte evidente si oameni care nu le vad...eu port ochelari ...<br /><br /><br /><br />Te-am visat, te-am visat si erai om...<br />Am visat ca eram la mare...am visat ca daca ne-am fi intalnit acolo lucrurile ar fi fost altfel...poate...<br />Undeva pe plaja printre zecile de oameni fara chip eram noi, stateam intinsi pe plaja si vorbeam...iti puneam nisip pe spate si te gadila in timp ce il suflam ... te-am intrebat ce o sa se intample cand o sa ne intoarcem si mi-ai raspuns ca o sa renunti sa fi om...<br /><br />As fi vrut sa NU ma trezesc!<br /><br /><br />PS. Aminteste-ţi că atunci cînd nu obţii ceea ce vrei este uneori un noroc extraordinar !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-4788185782148626445?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-69550912394341001072011-01-26T17:47:00.012+02:002011-04-07T23:04:14.586+03:00Nu iti mai simt saruturile si nici mainile plimbandu-se pe corpul meu...mi-a ramas senzatia de protectie din momentele in care te imbratisam puternic...totul se risipea, grijile, problemele, stresul (specific mie) ,inca mai simt senzatia aceea in rest totul a disparut...<br /><br />Nu vreau sa uit asa ca te caut prin amintiri si senzatii...te vreau asa cum te stiu eu, te vreau asa cum te-am avut si cum nu reusesc se te mai regasesc... azi te vad diferit,asa cum ti-ai dorit tu...<br />Esti un om crud!<br /><br />Ironia sortii e ca daca am fi fost impreuna cu adevarat, ti-as fi furat tot ceea ce te face diferit si as fi plecat ... as fi plecat pentru ca ar fi disparut provocarile, pentru ca m-as fi plictisit , pentru ca m-as fi simtit inchisa si lipsita de libertate... sau poate ar fi fost altfel...<br /><br />Ce s-ar fi intamplat daca ... ?<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hgjP91xJe_I" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />... :te-am strans atat de tare in brate sperand ca asa o sa-mi patrunzi in piele si nu o sa mai poti pleca....te-am strans atat de tare in brate pentru ca puteai risipi tot frigul din jurul meu si il puteai inlocui cu o caldura perfecta...te-am strans atat de tare in brate pentru ca imi era frica de ceea ce simt si pentru ca imi lipseai cu adevarat... !<br /><br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6955091239434100107?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-2481720642457768342010-12-30T12:26:00.000+02:002011-01-08T19:15:20.343+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/TSRhXa0DxJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-hK7DDUMWg/s1600/DSC_1298.1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/TSRhXa0DxJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-hK7DDUMWg/s320/DSC_1298.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558674895044592786" border="0" /></a><br /> Sunt goala si ma simt ca intr-un corset, ceva imi apasa pe gat si nu ma lasa sa respir...cand ma gandesc la tine corsetul se strange si mai mult, se strange ingrozitor in jurul pieptului...Coastele imi opresc ritmul natural al plamanilor, doar plansul imi opreste toate aceste simptome...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">De-as putea sa plang !</span><br /><br />Ma asez pe spate ... mi-as dori sa cada o bucata din tavan sa-mi striveasca toate coastele...Nu vreau sa mai simt...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Imi lipsesti ingrozitor de tare!</span><br /><br />S-a intamplat o zi de 7 octombrie si mai inainte de asta o zi de 28 septembrie, poate nesemnificativa, dar mi-am dorit sa te vad. Revenind la 7 octombrie...nu am inteles de ce ai venit la mine, nu am inteles de ce te-am luat in brate, nu am inteles de ce ai renuntat la joc si m-ai sarutat si inca nu inteleg de ce nu s-a terminat atunci...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Everything I am is yours. Stay with me.</span><br /><br /> Am intrat si erai acolo as fi vrut sa nu fi acolo sau macar sa pot sa ma intorc, stiam ca nu trebuie sa raman...Am ramas, m-am prefacut ca nu te vad, ca nu te aud...m-am prefacut ca sunt fericita, aveam impresia ca rasul imi suna isteric si prefacut asa ca mi-am distras atentia in alt fel...<br /> Cu toate ca iti ador vocea si imi place sa te aud vorbind atat de mult si de serios atunci nu a fost decat o sentinta indelungata...am plecat.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Increderea se construieste ca un zid, piatra cu piatra, iar cand tu nici nu il darami, dar nici nu mai lucrezi la el il darama vantul, ploile si fiintele.</span><br /><br /> Inca cred tot ce mi-ai zis...De ce? Poate pentru ca imi e mai usor asa, poate pentru ca nu vreau sa accept ca pot sa tin atat de mult la cineva care nu merita, poate pentru ca nu vreau sa cred ca m-ai dezamagit sau poate doar pentru ca refuz categoric sa cred ca un set de minciuni a reusit sa ma faca atat de fericita...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Cine ti-a dat voie sa iei decizii in locul meu?</span><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br />PS:"Off,Ema...ajungi sa fii disperata si nu rezolvi nimic...incearca sa fii tu, sa nu iti pese de ce e in jur...daca e sa se intample ceva, se intampla ,daca nu...atunci nu...nu trebuie sa te amagesti pentru ce nu a fost sa fie...asa uiti lucrurile frumoase ce trec pe langa tine"<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhoPPnDiY5c?fs=1&amp;hl=ro_RO"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhoPPnDiY5c?fs=1&amp;hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-248172064245776834?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-5827841296974087512010-11-15T23:46:00.005+02:002011-05-25T03:42:06.687+03:00Momentan lipsesc cateva piese din puzzle si nu mai inteleg nimic, iar nenea care mi-a luat piesele imi refuza categoric dreptul de a le avea din nou...Sunt cea mai curioasa persoana pe care o cunosc si devin ingrozitor de suspicioasa,paranoica si irascibila cand nu-mi e sadisfacuta curiozitatea :-? si nici macar nu sunt sigura de sensul cuvantului "irascibila" ...<br /><br /><br />sfat: "daca nu iti ramane decat sa vorbesti singura.....poti sa iti analizezi sentimentele....si o sa ai raspunsul "<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-582784129697408751?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-86888081623449988702010-11-15T10:57:00.004+02:002011-02-06T14:24:17.842+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Capricornul la volan</span><br />Gradul riscului de a face accident:<br />Soferul, nascut inainte de Reveliom, sau imediat dupa, e pur si simplu o ambuscada pe roti! 13% din accidente au loc din vina lor – e un record intre semnele zodiacale… Incapatinati si suparaciosi, Capricornii seamana teroare pe drum. Ei nu semnalizeaza schimbarea directiei de mers. Viteza cu care merg de obicei, e dubla fata de cea legala. Se baga pe contrasens. Iar nenorocirea principala – este ca ignora in totalitate semnele de circulatie. Nu le observa, si punct! Ii incurca probabil coarnele. Ocupand locul 8 in raiting-ul riscului de a face accident, Capricornii cred cu fermitate ca accidentele rutiere sunt pentru alti soferi, iar nativii din aceasta zodie fac tot posibilul pentru a ajunge la destinatie cat mai repede.<br /><br />Stilul de a conduce:<br />Pentru Capricorn, regulile de circulatie sunt un fel de Biblie. Da Doamne ca toata lumea sa conduca la fel de bine cum o face el. Sa mearga pe prima banda cu 50 km la ora? Nu, asta nu e stilul lui. Un astfel de comportament ar putea fi un exemplu de valoare, crede el, pentru alti conducatori.<br /><br />Recomandari pentru cel, care “sta langa” sofer:<br />Inchideti ochii si gura, chiar nu are rost sa va agitati.<br /><br />Automobil: – este atras de modelele clasice si traditionale. Pentru el o varianta buna ar fi un Volkswagen sau in Jeep Cherokee. Acest nativ are pretentii ca masina sa fie cat mai practica, viseaza ca aceasta sa-l serveasca vesnic, si sa suporte in tacere greutatile si neajunsurile caii vietii (a soselei). Ca doar Capricornul gaseste drumurile care sunt pline de pante abrupte. Capricornul incapatinat merge dupa plan (harta localitatii) si cronometru, si drumurile uitate de lume si pline de obstacole – sunt ceva firesc pentru el.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"></span><br /> <a href="http://www.kudika.ro/comunitate/forum/view_topic/45108/zodia-si-sofatul.html"> http://www.kudika.ro/comunitate/forum/view_topic/45108/zodia-si-sofatul.html</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.horoscopurania.ro/">http://www.horoscopurania.ro/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8688808162344998870?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-39280189068217312352010-08-03T08:18:00.001+03:002010-08-03T08:19:46.453+03:0030-31 iulie 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3928018906821731235?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-16700973691364273282010-06-24T10:47:00.002+03:002010-06-24T10:48:27.777+03:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwVLP2X1Dvs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwVLP2X1Dvs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-1670097369136427328?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-8394581842528095942010-06-16T22:22:00.006+03:002010-06-16T22:47:05.163+03:00Azi imi e dor de fiinte...imi e dor de fiinte carora sa apartin sau sa imi apartina, desi nu stiu cum ar putea sa apartina o fiinta altei fiinte <br /> Imi e dor pana si de doamna cu sosete din autogara.Are un dar ciudat de a-mi da o senzatie de deja-vu ... De cate ori intru in cladirea aia mica inconjurata de magazine ce o fac mult mai urata decat e ea defapt, din orasul ala plictisitor vad aceeasi femeie batrana care sta pe aceeasi bancuta si aranjeaza aceleasi sosete. Face acelasi lucru iar si iar si iar cu aceasi grija de parca ar fi prima data...<br /><br /><br />Poate imi e dor doar de amintiri vechi aproape uitate si de unele noi care sa nu aiba legatura cu urmatoarele exercitii de matematica...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-839458184252809594?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-34308587818100709902010-03-22T20:19:00.009+02:002011-05-25T03:38:50.351+03:00Aveai dreptate nu exista dragoste impartasita...desi inca mai cred in povesti si in vise atunci cand nu ma gandesc la tine...<br /><br /><object width="448" height="371"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/brunetic36/1133bd2e8a7d37/0xe9eff4.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=368&amp;titluEmbed=Leonard%20Cohen%20%20%20Dance%20Me%20to%20the%20End%20of%20Love%20"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/brunetic36/1133bd2e8a7d37/0xe9eff4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="371" flashvars="durataAudio=368&amp;titluEmbed=Leonard%20Cohen%20%20%20Dance%20Me%20to%20the%20End%20of%20Love%20"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/Diverse" title="Diverse">Vezi mai multe video Diverse</a><br /><br />...<br /><br />SINCER: imi amintesc tot... Dar e doar vina mea ca nu am intrebat(desi am intrebat).<br />INTENTIE: sa ramanem amici.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3430858781810070990?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-70698014733088863892009-12-23T21:38:00.004+02:002009-12-23T21:54:18.182+02:00cum repari o greseala care vrei sa se repete la nesfarsit? Defapt prima intrebare ar fi "Cum reusesti sa faci greseala cand timpul nu vrea sa se potriveasca?"<br /><br />E aproape Craciunul si eu nici nu am facut bradul ... e si maine o zi :P<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1g2z84QsF3g&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1g2z84QsF3g&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7069801473308886389?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-53984311684335530242009-12-12T17:49:00.002+02:002009-12-12T18:08:46.179+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SyO-g1z-LsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mWtzXVwgeOQ/s1600-h/New+Image8+1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SyO-g1z-LsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mWtzXVwgeOQ/s320/New+Image8+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414380648439623362" /></a><br /><br /><br />am fost, am inghetat, m-am intors :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5398431168433553024?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-81326627937793038392009-12-03T22:20:00.003+02:002009-12-03T22:46:37.765+02:00nu se mai termina alegerile, oricum au fost penibile si candidatii si campania, iar posturile care transmit si fac atat caz din nimic sunt si mai penibile ...de ce sunt oameni care se uita la asa ceva? daca nu s-ar duce nimeni la vot s-ar schimba candidatii??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8132662793779303839?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-69129227138723252632009-11-28T00:02:00.007+02:002009-11-30T20:10:40.750+02:00tot trecut de 12 e...am ceva cu ora asta?...probabil somnul de 3 ore de noaptea trecuta are efecte ciudate<br />azi de dimineata imi era asa dor de acasa,inca imi mai e,nu am mai fost de 2 săptămâni<br />-incep sa urasc craiova e lipsita de orice motiv de interes pana si instalatiile de craciun sunt aceleasi de anu' trecut, ma induc in eroare parca m-as intoarce in timp :-? ,nu credeam ca iarna in craiova o sa imi aminteasca asa mult de tine, nu credeam ca instalatiile, patinoarul,frigul, mersul pe jos si toate cladirile pe langa care am trecut o sa imi trezeasca amintiri<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PS: "ma gandeam...ca tot vine decembrie...si mi-am amintit ca ai blog si am citit poezia asta si ma intrebam daca am trecut vreodata pe langa tine fara sa te recunosc, te-ai schimbat :-?...aiuresc si e deja trecut de 12 si maine o sa ploua cu pinguini :P"<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06yW1S51Erw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06yW1S51Erw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6912922713872325263?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-76396626235125190292009-09-25T18:26:00.000+03:002009-09-25T18:27:38.639+03:00.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7639662623512519029?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-88070814144349043802009-07-28T13:32:00.001+03:002009-07-28T13:35:26.203+03:00PART ONE: THE KISS…<br /><br />In a wonderful land far far away, once lived the most beautiful princess that anyone had ever seen. She was so beautiful that some people whispered that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. <br /><br />But our story starts in another land far far away from the land of the princess. In this land lived a boy. He was not much special; he wasn’t a prince, he didn’t have a castle or a horse and his dad wasn’t a king. That boy did have one special quality: he was good with kids. <br /><br />Because of this quality his village sent him on a special mission to train youngsters on how to work with kids. Not knowing what was going to happen, he started on a trip that would become the Quest of his life… After a very dull trip the boy arrived in the capital city of the princess’ kingdom. The kingdom was breathtakingly beautiful and all the people were happy and friendly. The next day the boy arrived at the princess’ city to fulfil his mission, still not knowing what was going to happen. <br /><br />That same evening he got a first look of the princess, as he was invited to her father’s castle. She was just standing there in the doorway and the boy was immediately dazzled by her stunning beauty. Her smile was the prettiest thing the boy had ever seen in his whole life. With pain in his heart he had to say goodbye, without even having had the chance to talk to her. Over the next days he was able to meet her a few more times and he grew to like her even more and even more…<br /><br />But not all was fare in the kingdom. To control the activities the boy’s group had planned, they had sent the evil witch. The evil witch pretended to be lonely, so as to gain the boys trust. But the more the boy talked to her, the closer she closed her trap around him. In the end she wouldn’t give him one moment of spare time to spend without her. <br /><br />The boy was crazy about the princess, but the witch made sure they never got one moment to spend together until…<br /><br />In the carriage on their way to visit a beautiful city, the boy sat in between the witch (he had to) and next to the beautiful princess. The witch was watching the boy’s every move, so that he couldn’t tell the princess about his feelings for her. But than as by a miracle, their hands met and they grasped each other fingers. Right under the nose of the witch the boy and the princess were holding hands… The boy had to think of something fast; because if the witch found out, her revenge would have been horrible. In a desperate move he just placed his hat on his lap, so that they could continue holding hands. On the way back the boy tried to look outside the carriage, while the witch was falling asleep beside him. Then another miracle happened: he saw a shooting star. With al of his heart the boy wished that the love he felt for the princess would be mutual and that it would turn out fine for them.<br /><br />Over the next days they had to hold hands in secret, because the witch was starting to get suspicious. Time was running out and the boy feared his wish might not come true after all: the boy had only a few days left to spend in the kingdom…<br /><br />Al of a sudden some good news came: the witch would have to leave a day earlier then the boy, so that he would have at least a day to spend with his princess. So now the choice was up to her… On the evening before his last day, he told the princess the way he felt about her and because he cared for her so much (he didn’t want to see her got hurt when he had to leave), he gave her the choice of how they were going to spend their next day…<br /><br />The next morning the boy was very nervous, because that day he would hear the answer of the princess. When he asked the princess what she decided, she asked him to follow her to a dark corridor. In the corridor, the princess hugged the boy and they kissed… <br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Adry_Anna/8e66c8b462dfb9.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Adry_Anna/8e66c8b462dfb9.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Plain White T&#039;s - Hey There Delilah</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8807081414434904380?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-32769099147298701212009-06-27T15:29:00.002+03:002011-05-27T00:48:17.549+03:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />"He was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated.<br /><br />He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together.<br /><br />I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now.<br /><br />He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be. "<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3276909914729870121?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-84850614616826165832009-06-17T21:58:00.002+03:002009-06-17T22:00:17.607+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sjk9F8r3RAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uzi2wYiPrek/s1600-h/0026.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sjk9F8r3RAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uzi2wYiPrek/s320/0026.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348373204877919234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sjk86XvogwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5_UNUq88EhQ/s1600-h/0111.2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sjk86XvogwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5_UNUq88EhQ/s320/0111.2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348373005983056642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8485061461682616583?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-70628212803113275872009-06-07T21:02:00.002+03:002009-06-07T21:34:34.621+03:00a fost un "adio" desi noi nu eram nimic, a fost un "adio" al tot ce simteam,desi au fost doar vorbe, a fost un "adio" al tot ce ne doream, al fiecarui vis, al fiecarei sperante,al fiecarei dorinte scrise in mesaje absurde din care nu a ramas nimic clar "ce ar fi fost daca as mai fi stat o zi?"... cred ca incapatanarea mea nu o sa ma duca nicaieri :-? sau poate da..probabil o sa imi dau seama dupa ce iau o pauza, dupa ce o sa fiu departe de toate... a fost un "adio" ...defapt a fost un inceput??? <br />cum poti fi nefericit cand ai tot ce ti-ai dorit? cand ai parinti care se poarta super cu tine? cand nu ai fost nevoit sa plangi niciodata cu capul infundat in perna pt ca nu ai primit ce iti doreai sau pentru ca ai facut ceva gresit? cand...[ :-? mai sunt si grave, dar doar astea se pot scrie aici..] . daca nu iti pasa de lucrurile materiale se presupune ca iti pasa de oameni, de sentimente,nu?? sau de ce ar trebui sa iti pese? <br />ma tot chinuie un lucru: oare ma port asa ciudat cu baietii pt ca ma simt ca si cum m-as razbuna pe cineva din trecut? sau pur si simplu asa ma port eu? :-? si alta intrebare MA PORT CIUDAT???? nu inteleg :-??...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />de fiecare data cand conteaza e aceeasi poveste<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7062821280311327587?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-73513124650928513992009-05-31T20:57:00.002+03:002009-05-31T21:24:07.103+03:00vreau,vreau,vreau....te vreau pe tine :D...shhhh...tu nu trebuie sa stii , stiu doar eu si e de ajuns ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7351312465092851399?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-67781402435808521762009-05-26T19:48:00.004+03:002009-05-30T23:24:29.714+03:00-mi-a placut de tine duminica ,erai ceva de genul "PLEACA ! P-L-E-A-C-A ! X-(...:)) mai stateam sa te enervez, dar stiam ca ai treaba ... vroiam sa vad daca o sa zici ca trebuie sa pleci ... <br /><br />-e una din zilele alea in care ma simt mai mult un nimic...in care am chef sa fac ceva interesant ...hm..vreau sa fac poze si vreau sa am timp sa invat sa folosesc photoshopul, vreau sa se termine odata BAC-ul.<br />-as vrea sa pot folosi si eu cuvinte sofisticate care sa exprime ce simt,dar nu pot, eu sunt simpla(sau poate nu sunt destul de desteapta sa stiu sa le folosesc), vreau sa iti arat ce vad eu, cum vad lucrurile si cum gandesc si vreau sa iti arat pt ca eu nu pot sa iti explic probabil nu stiu destule cuvinte, sau poate nu ma inteleg nici eu.<br /><br />-hmm...acum cand ma gandesc ca s-ar putea sa nu intru la facultate chiar imi doresc sa fiu arhitect, a devenit cel mai mare vis al meu , desi nu stiu daca as putea face ceva care sa ramana interesant si peste ani... asta e iubirea mea :)<br /><br />-si mai vreau un tricou cu bornescu si o bratara cu u.craiova :)...stiu pt cei care ma cunosc e ciudat, dar asta e... mie mi se pare interesant fotbalul ( ucv ) si nu ma dau mare cunoscatoare ca nu sunt...dar invat :D ... [cred ca as innebuni daca nu as putea sa invat lucruri noi si sa experimentez]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6778140243580852176?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-74115652036648414512009-04-28T19:22:00.005+03:002009-06-17T21:41:30.985+03:00viata e frumoasa pt ca pot ca adorm privind luna pe fereastra ,pt ca dimineata ma trezeste soarele, pt ca pot sa rad de orice, pt ca pot sa ma asez in mijlocul drumului sau pe o scara murdara fara sa imi pese ca ceilalti se uita ciudat la mine,pt ca pot sa cant desi nu am voce, pt ca dansez asa cum imi place mie, pt ca am colegi glumeti , pt ca pot sa aud 'perlele' spuse de profesori, pt ca am niste parinti minunati si o sora cu care ma pot certa si impaca de cateva ori pe zi, pt ca oricat rau mi-ati fi facut eu nu am avut decat de castigat iar voi de pierdut, pt ca tin cu U.CRAIOVA si cred ca Bornescu e un super portar ;;), pt ca intr-o zi o sa ma duc pe stadion, pt ca inca pot sa fiu copil, pt ca atunci cand tin la cineva tin din tot sufletul, pt ca pot sa fac ce vreau eu, pt ca pot sa ma port prosteste, pt ca pot sa plang, pt ca sunt curioasa ce surprize imi mai rezerva viitorul...<br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/peacefulfish007/70c788363cf121.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/peacefulfish007/70c788363cf121.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>poets of the fall - where we draw the line</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-7411565203664841451?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-91301682291092373482009-04-27T14:50:00.004+03:002009-04-27T15:19:27.681+03:00dintr-un motiv poate nu prea ciudat mie mi se pare ca lumea se infunda intr-un abis din care nu stie sa revina.in ultimul timp vocabularul limbii romane s-a 'imbogatit' cu tot felul de cuvinte luate din engleza , [e mai usor sa spui ce simti in engleza ,nu? ] si unele noi ['cocalari' , 'pitipoance' ] pe care le detest pana la urma fiecare e cum ii place , de ce trebuie sa facem parte din categorii diferite? de ce va pasa asa mult de ceilalti??? ... construim prejudecati care ne afecteaza pe toti..<br /><br />era sa uit daca asculti manele e ca si cum ai suferi de ciuma ...de ce???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-9130168229109237348?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-10640473662919382782009-03-11T22:31:00.010+02:002009-04-24T20:29:02.519+03:00obisnuiam sa cred ca toate lucrurile vechi ,adunate de cine stie pe unde, pe care mi le da matusa tatalui meu de cate ori o vizitam or sa se termine odata ,mi-am pierdut speranta :)...obisnuiam sa cred ca oamenilor le pasa ... credeam ca e usor sa inveti sa urasti ...m-ai intrebat odata cum pot sa accept asa usor ceva doar pt ca asa e mai bine, anyway cine ti-a zis tie ca e usor? unde se arunca toate amintirile? as avea cateva ...<br /><br /><br />P.S.: adu-mi aminte sa nu mai visez..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-1064047366291938278?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-59344054192698596902009-03-09T23:48:00.000+02:002009-03-09T23:51:17.864+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SbWPLN5PNoI/AAAAAAAAADg/50m7NrtF9Ls/s1600-h/52.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SbWPLN5PNoI/AAAAAAAAADg/50m7NrtF9Ls/s320/52.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311308758424434306" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5934405419269859690?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-69882475183632612352009-03-07T15:55:00.002+02:002009-03-07T16:34:49.728+02:00ciudat e atunci cand traiesti in trecut, cand iti imaginezi situatii care se intampla doar in mintea ta, cand aceste vise iti conduc viata, cand nu poti sa uiti ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6988247518363261235?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-54312748895057333672009-03-05T16:10:00.000+02:002009-03-05T16:11:50.216+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sa_dj_W4rkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NUn75MM41Ns/s1600-h/7.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sa_dj_W4rkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NUn75MM41Ns/s320/7.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309706096065687106" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-5431274889505733367?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-88854013076863055162009-02-27T20:06:00.000+02:002009-02-27T20:07:37.605+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sagrxb6t5JI/AAAAAAAAACo/jS5Vhuj6Kq0/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/Sagrxb6t5JI/AAAAAAAAACo/jS5Vhuj6Kq0/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307540289163748498" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8885401307686305516?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-81283286633141552262009-02-25T13:55:00.005+02:002009-02-28T12:52:22.031+02:00O masa lunga , oameni necunoscuti ...era singura...intr-o zi avand curajul sa ridice privirea a intalnit-o pe a lui... acum nu mai era doar ea... sigurul lucru care a facut-o sa revina in camera a fost glasul lui "Ce e?" . Avea un fel ciudat de a vorbi poate era timid,dar ei ii tresarea inima de placere la auzul glasului lui puternic ,serios si cateodata copilaros, vroia sa zica ceva banal prin zeci de propozitii , aproape propozitii erau mai mult cuvinte invaluite de un expresionism specific lui...doi oameni despartiti de o serie de prejudecati. daca prima privire a fost o greseala de ce toate celelalte o inaltau si o duceau pe o tabla de sah transformand-o intr-o regina de sticla?...doar el si ea...ea regina ,el rege..culori opuse , aceleasi ganduri, desi ea trebuia sa castige a pierdut.<br />Semafoare ce schimbau aceasi culoare iar si iar, oameni nepasatori care probabil ii priveau...ea s-a dezlegat de lumea reala si a fugit spre el, nu stia ce face dar isi dorea, capul ei mic i-a atins pieptul,iar bratele s-au strecurat imprejurul lui strangandu-l cu putere, in sfarst ii apartinea, ii simtea caldura si bataile inimii...iar ea...pai ea ii apartinea de mult,dar el nu a avut niciodata timp sa vada.<br /> intoarce timpul, fa-l sa te duca intr-un trecut in care sa poti face tot ce ti-ai dorit ,ai curaj ... reda-i visele, lasa-ti ochii sa pluteasca,ridica-ti privirea spre locul unde statea mereu..ea nu mai e a ramas doar un scaun gol si zeci de amintiri ... el statea pe un pervaz lasat destul de jos,langa ea , se juca cu noile ei creioane colorate ,iar cand din geseala i-a scapat unul jos si s-a rupt l-a ajutat sa il lipeasca...i-a cerut scuze ,dar ea isi dorea ca el sa le rupa pe toate caci parca asta era singura ocazie de a face ceva impreuna.<br /> " mi-as fi dorit sa nu te muti vineri. imi placea cand stateai langa mine sau la aceeasi masa,dar cred ca inteleg de ce ai facut asta..fa ce e bine pentru tine!... a fost prima data cand ti-am evitat privirea...."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-8128328663314155226?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-42702150069191745992009-02-24T18:11:00.002+02:002009-02-24T18:27:47.103+02:00Si daca vrei sa-mi vezi sufletul cauta sa ma lasi libera.Uitand de toate traind intr-o lume ciudata din care eu sunt un simplu spectator, cautand intr-o lume anterioara o fericire imaginara ...voi nu reusiti sa traiti...eu ?...eu traiesc desi nu imi doresc. de ce spectatorul traieste cand tot ce are de oferit e o amintire stearsa ? timpul fuge de mine..si eu traiesc un vis pe care nu mi-l amintesc...trezeste-ma inainte sa mor ,lasa-ma sa cad ,vreau sa imi risipesc curiozitatea "cum ar fi daca...?" Si daca ma gasesti fericita cu adevarat inseamna ca am avut curajul sa dau indicatii regizorului, hm... e doar o iluzie nu sunt fericita cineva nou a aparut in piesa....shhh..nu ma cauta am pierdut din nou....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-4270215006919174599?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-19242737724867239172009-02-24T17:18:00.000+02:002009-02-24T17:20:59.290+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SaQQIKRRsgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oca4AGGDb6E/s1600-h/34.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SaQQIKRRsgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oca4AGGDb6E/s320/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306383993331102210" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-1924273772486723917?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-34901359412768917152009-02-19T18:18:00.005+02:002009-03-08T02:02:28.239+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SZ2IWmEZVII/AAAAAAAAAB0/nfBqr_Ag4-k/s1600-h/DSC_0822.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SZ2IWmEZVII/AAAAAAAAAB0/nfBqr_Ag4-k/s320/DSC_0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545857869796482" border="0" /></a><br />canta-mi ceva trist ..fa-ma sa plang ,fa-ma sa imi doresc sa fiu eu : libera ,fericita si trista in acelasi timp, jucausa ,copilaroasa....si daca tot ma ajuti nu uita locul meu nu e aici !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-3490135941276891715?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-69202732384771002502009-01-29T11:46:00.006+02:002009-02-19T18:43:48.368+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SYF-gtNY7gI/AAAAAAAAABs/5_RsSLEYejQ/s1600-h/DSC_1324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SYF-gtNY7gI/AAAAAAAAABs/5_RsSLEYejQ/s320/DSC_1324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296653737121082882" border="0" /></a>in asteptare ....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SYF7LBrekOI/AAAAAAAAABE/BcURwHvcFQw/s1600-h/DSC_1324.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-6920273238477100250?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568509375194659618.post-20396535817746281162009-01-28T23:35:00.001+02:002009-01-29T09:48:54.673+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SYDP2cWyZVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ErfJW7NDKPE/s1600-h/bancuta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5dSVelpf1E/SYDP2cWyZVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ErfJW7NDKPE/s320/bancuta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296461696019359058" border="0" /></a> indrazneste prinde-mi mana si trage-ma spre tine...nu ma lasa sa plec ... cum ziceai si tu 'thanks for the memories'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568509375194659618-2039653581774628116?l=3mgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emanuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445344342844711731noreply@blogger.com0