<?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-7738222190835781305</id><updated>2011-09-16T11:43:03.420-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>Infected With Green Blood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-3496823608739991986</id><published>2010-12-19T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:23:57.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceva ce.....</title><content type='html'>Vreau sa fac ceva....poate chiar sa sting cerul la care ma uit mereu si ma intreb ce e de facut...si asa poate as reusi sa inteleg...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca trebuie sa fac ceva...dar nu stiu ce...dar totusi stiu ca trebuie...si nu stiu daca gustul amar dar linistitor al tigarii imi va da un raspuns...vreau sa scriu...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa scriu tot ce am in cap...dar am atat de multe de gandit si de scris..incat le-am uitat pe toate...asa ca incerc sa le iau pe rand...dar tot nu ma pot oprii numai la una singura...asa ca incerc sa scriu mai repede si fara sa gandesc...poate asa va merge...cine stiue...&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce zici??poti??poate ca vrei sa aflii cine esti..sau ce ar trebui sa fii...viata e ca un labirint complex de ganduri,stari si emotii...ma seaca gandul ca nu imi pot da seama de ce se va intampla in continuare...pentru asta lumea isi face planuri...dar niciodata nu iese asa cum ti-ai propus...ceva difera sau o sa difere...chiar dak iti dai seama...sau poate ca in anumite cazuri..nu...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa iau un cutit si sa tai realitatea asta...poate gasesc ceva mai bun...sau poate nu...si totusi nu imi e frica de necunoscut...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am...nu ma intreba ce..pantru ca nici eu nu stiu...dar stiu clar ca vreau...si o sa-l am...&lt;br /&gt;cuvintele nu au nici un rost...dar nu ma intereseaza..poate asa voi gasi in continuare raspunsuri...asa cum am facut si pana acum...si sper sa le gasesc...iar daca nu..aia e...merg cu ochii inchisi in lumina orbitoare..pentru ca as vrea sa pot trai fara sa vad altceva decat ceea ce e in capul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa bag ceva...cred ca un spike ar fii nemaipomenit...ar merge ca uns in lumea asta care scartaie...Ma tot intreb ce rost are somnul...pentru ca jumatate din viata o dormi...cealalta jumatate te lupti...ar fii o posibilitate ca somnul sa fie o pauza a luptei??dar unde ai vazut tu razboi cu pauze??''bah dusmane...stai putin ca am obosit''..pwla mea..nu inteleg..dar cred ca are rostul lui...&lt;br /&gt;Odata am reusit sa stau treaz o saptamana si o zii...in care am facut multe lucruri...dar cand am adormit..parca pierdusem razboiul...nu mai conta nimic..doar sa ma intind in pat..nu mai conta ce se intampla in jurul meu..putea sa fie si Apocalipsa...ca tot nu imi pasa...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb oare de ce oamenii sunt asa prosti...chiar si eu sunt prost...pentru ca nu stiu destule...oare de ce nu le stim pe toate??poate ca le stim...dar suntem asa de ocupati cu celelalte lucruri gen supravietuire...incat am uitat esentialul...nu mai pot...as vrea ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-3496823608739991986?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/3496823608739991986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/12/ceva-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/3496823608739991986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/3496823608739991986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/12/ceva-ce.html' title='Ceva ce.....'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-6354346840014802309</id><published>2010-12-19T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:46:21.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TQ4MlTW6rhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lerCL9ka9Qg/s1600/375818-voodoo_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TQ4MlTW6rhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lerCL9ka9Qg/s320/375818-voodoo_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552389225585487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here..i wisper sweet nothings in your ear..and appeal to all your fears&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine...i'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;you will never realize what darkness lies inside...inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;If you are down...i will come to chain you to the ground and penetrate your mind&lt;br /&gt;If your are lost..i will be there to break your trust...&lt;br /&gt;                               ...And ravage all your lust for life,my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529547660113770178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;De curand am mai descoperit o chestie foarte tare...se numeste POI&lt;br /&gt;                   &gt;Se spune ca in antichitate razboinicii foloseau poiurile pentru antrenament...dar azi se folosesc in domeniul divertismentului...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Totusi...nu e pentru toata lumea...e periculos...te poti rani grav...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dar ma stii...sunt nebun...asa ca am incercat..si mi-a placut...iar acum am propriile mele poiuri si ma joc cu ele de cate ori am ocazia....e foarte relaxant si se bazeaza pe diferite tricuri pe care le executi cu mainile...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Am avut cateva spectacole in prahova...si chiar la mare...unde a fost bestial...pentru ca erau persoane din diferite colturi ale tarii care practicau chestia asta...acum astept vara...asa cum Vama...&lt;br /&gt;                                              ...ma asteapta pe mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ~ATENTIE~&lt;br /&gt;       Copii,nu faceti asa ceva acasa...riscati sa ii dati foc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-7830749847396172672?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/7830749847396172672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-art.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/7830749847396172672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/7830749847396172672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-art.html' title='Fire Art'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzmTNGsdsI/AAAAAAAAABU/iUY1qF0bLJ0/s72-c/Poi_by_Perturber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-1050224783373385209</id><published>2010-10-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:33:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau in Vama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLznNP7uoDI/AAAAAAAAABc/tQiDvW_2l_k/s1600/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLznNP7uoDI/AAAAAAAAABc/tQiDvW_2l_k/s320/sea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529548657305493554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;De ce nu sunt acum in vama??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sa ascult valurile lovindu-se de stanci...sa vad soarele cum iese din apa...si sa ma uit la el ridicandu-se in zare...in timp ce razele lui ne incalzesc corpurile umbrite de noaptea ce tocmai a trecut...iar eu imi aprind tigara ..pentru o noua zii ce tocmai a inceput..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Trebuie sa ne trezim din mahmureala...asa ca o sa fac un cui...si o sa bem o bere...apoi te iau de mana si ne aruncam putin in apa...si ne tavalim pe nisip...ascultand muzica de la stufffff...si nu imi pasa de nimic...nu am nici o grija...sunt doar eu,tu... si plaja...care ne accepta ca fiind ''copiiiiii'' ei...si nu am de gand sa plec de aici foarte curand...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Vama noastra...unde ziua se doarme si noaptea se petrece...singurul loc in care valurile aduc ...&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;                       ...Sperante!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Made by Laurici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-1050224783373385209?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/1050224783373385209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/vreau-in-vama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/1050224783373385209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/1050224783373385209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/vreau-in-vama.html' title='Vreau in Vama'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLznNP7uoDI/AAAAAAAAABc/tQiDvW_2l_k/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-2232404465106003956</id><published>2010-10-18T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:38:17.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A new beginning for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.new-life-in-recovery.com/images/newlifesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.new-life-in-recovery.com/images/newlifesign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ~Nu am mai postat nimic de mult timp...nu stiu de ce....unul din motive a fost ca nu mai imi aminteam blogul....&lt;br /&gt;~S-au petrecut asa multe de cand nu am mai scris...era sa imi ratez sansa la viata...dar m-am desteptat exact cand a trebuit...daca mai treceau cateva zile...deja dispareau toate visele si sperantele mele...cele pe care le-am avut dintotdeauna...&lt;br /&gt;~M-am certat cu ai mei...am plecat de acasa...am stat la prietena mea...cu care aveam o relatie complicata si grea...tineam la ea...am incercat ca totul sa fie bine...dar nu a mers...si intr-un final..am zis gata..nu mai puteam...nu mai gandeam limpede...nu mai eram EU...nu mai aveam aceeasi viata...si imi era dor...pana si de banala chestie de a umbla aiurea singur pe strazi...cu tigara in gura si castile in urechi...&lt;br /&gt;~Intr-un final...m-am intors acasa...si spre mirarea mea...toti au fost multumiti ca m-am intors...si aici am ramas de atunci...inca nu pot face marele pas de a pleca de aici...ei depind de mine...&lt;br /&gt;~Mi-am rezolvat toate problemele pe care le-am avut...si mi-am reluat viata....viata MEA...&lt;br /&gt;~Acum daca ma intrebi ce fac..o sa iti raspund fericit...''da frate...sunt bine''....cu toate ca mai intampin si eu unele dificultati in diferite chestii...ca orice om ...dar aia...sheet happens..all day...dar am trecut cu bine peste toate...a trebuie doar sa ma asez pe o banca in parc..sa-mi aprind tigara dupa tigara pana gasesc solutia potrivita pentru viitorul meu....si am gasit-o...si atunci...eram impacat...pentru asta...mi-am mai aprins o tigara....&lt;br /&gt;~Acum sunt singur...&lt;br /&gt;~Si ce daca...&lt;br /&gt;~Poate e mai bine asa deocamdata...poate ca asta vreau deocamdata...&lt;br /&gt;~Totusi....&lt;br /&gt;~Sunt putin confuz...stiu ca pot sa imi fac viata sa fie mai buna....trebuie doar sa ma asez pe banca....&lt;br /&gt;~Acum Shhhhhh...imi aprind tigara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                                     Made by Laurici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-2232404465106003956?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/2232404465106003956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginning-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2232404465106003956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2232404465106003956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginning-for-me.html' title='A new beginning for me'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-8599159234205868527</id><published>2010-10-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:39:29.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea cea mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzouz3pNGI/AAAAAAAAABk/khHn6ZAG1Lw/s1600/peisaj+it.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzouz3pNGI/AAAAAAAAABk/khHn6ZAG1Lw/s320/peisaj+it.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529550333399348322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu simt cat de albastra-i marea&lt;br /&gt;Si cat de cald e valul ei&lt;br /&gt;Tu simti cum iti vorbeste zarea&lt;br /&gt;Despre albii porumbei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu simti al lunii cald fior&lt;br /&gt;Si asfintitul soarelui te doare&lt;br /&gt;Tu stii ce e cuvantul dor&lt;br /&gt;Si simti ce e iubirea oare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu simti cat de albastru-i cerul&lt;br /&gt;Si cat de trista este marea&lt;br /&gt;Tu...astepti sa vina dimineatza&lt;br /&gt;Cand soarele saruta zarea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Made By Laurici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-8599159234205868527?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/8599159234205868527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/marea-cea-mare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8599159234205868527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8599159234205868527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/10/marea-cea-mare.html' title='Marea cea mare'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzouz3pNGI/AAAAAAAAABk/khHn6ZAG1Lw/s72-c/peisaj+it.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-9040143591582124637</id><published>2010-01-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:42:22.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzpaLUMsNI/AAAAAAAAABs/0zM6PIIuBOs/s1600/sex-life-499391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzpaLUMsNI/AAAAAAAAABs/0zM6PIIuBOs/s320/sex-life-499391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529551078427504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunt un inger negru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;un inger rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;putin cam tembel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si cam frumusel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunt aici,sunt acolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sunt pretutindeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acum ma vezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acum ma simti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acum nu ma mai vezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunt dracul ce il vrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pentru ca am multe ide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mintea mea ma duce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unde nimeni nu ajunge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                  Nimeni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imi traiesc viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ma trezesc dimineata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;imi aprind tigara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ma gandesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ma pregatesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si indata o tulesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te sun,vin,te vad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu stii unde sunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu stii cine sunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te pandesc ca o hiena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te urmaresc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;esti ca o caprioara in bataia focului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;esti numai buna de ''mancat''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stai asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ca n-am terminat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te cunosc,tu nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te simt,tu nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te rog,nu-mi face pe plac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;spune NU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma intalnesti,ma vezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si indata te repezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te mint,ntru pe sub pielea ta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si sigur o sa fii a mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te pun sub o ''vraja''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de care nu poti scapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu incerca sa fugi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acum esti doar a mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunt ca houdinni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te palmez,te duc acasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te dezbrac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu spui nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te sarut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu spui nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te umplu de frisca si incep sa te ling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stiu,esti in extaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu iti face griji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ca nu-i un necaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;doar simte-te bine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;urca-te pe mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;misca-te bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nu iti fie rusine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o sati placa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;          ...ai incredere in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                 made by laurici!![=))...oh my goth...ce am putut sa scriu:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-9040143591582124637?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/9040143591582124637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/01/me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/9040143591582124637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/9040143591582124637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/01/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzpaLUMsNI/AAAAAAAAABs/0zM6PIIuBOs/s72-c/sex-life-499391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-8528725842207551690</id><published>2010-01-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:44:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce kkt de vacanta !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzp6j-SR5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/YwVFP2l4OeA/s1600/Picture+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzp6j-SR5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/YwVFP2l4OeA/s320/Picture+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529551634802296722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;stau degeaba si ma uit in gol,adik nuj...poate nu in gol,ca sunt atat de nabun,incat imi trec prin minte atat de multe lucruri incat nuj la care dintre ele sa ma gandesc....sunt plictisit...poate o fii din caza ca e prea urat afara??si ca oamenii sunt atat de fricosi incat nu se risca sa iasa afara din casa si sa se distreze...maine sper sa fie mai bine , sa nu mai vad pe strada doar oameni posomorati care au o viata monotona...job-akasa...aksa-job...cred ca trebuie sa lucrez din greu pentru a fura un zambet,pnm...vezi fete frumoase pretutindeni..dar care nu zambesc...dc oare??cand macar ai putea schita un zambet...pula mea...cand te intalnesti cu prietenii..dc intotdeauna vorbiti despre aceleasi lucruri banale gen..hmm...iubiti sau iubite,bani sau dezamagiri in dragoste...de ce nu vorbiti despre plimbari,planuri de plimbari,glume sau sa dansati pana nu va mai simtiti picioarele si apoi sa plecat tinandu-va unul de alutl pentru ca singur...recunoaste..nu poti sa te tii pe propriile picioare...dar nu-i nimic,gandeste-te ca te-ai distrat alaturi de prieteni...ajungi acasa si te bagi direct sub dus apoi te arunci in pat si nici nu iti dai seama cand adormi...ba nu...mint...ba da...iti dai seama...dar stii cand??A doua zii cand te trezesti mahmur,iti aprinzi o tigara si iti spui:''pffooaii de pula mea..ce mijto a fost aseara''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Ba...viata trebuie traita...din plin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Stii de ce??pentru ca ajungi la un momentdat..pe la 80 de ani(daca ii apuci)in care te vei intreba: ''ce pula mea am facut eu in viata asta??''...Crede-ma ca daca apuc varsta aia,o sa fiu in club..preparandu-mi un joint si invitand vreo 4-5 gagici de 18-22 de ani sa ia parte la distractie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Cam atat am avut de zis...acum e randul tau sa te gandesti ce dracu' faci cu viata ta??....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                                   made by Laurici!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-8528725842207551690?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/8528725842207551690/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/01/ce-kkt-de-vacanta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8528725842207551690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8528725842207551690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2010/01/ce-kkt-de-vacanta.html' title='Ce kkt de vacanta !!'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzp6j-SR5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/YwVFP2l4OeA/s72-c/Picture+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-4045177571554793963</id><published>2009-12-30T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:28:48.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetute...galaxii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uhum…simt ca am capul gol,dar problema e ca nu stiu nici eu la ce ma refer-poate e doar frigul care patrunde prin crapatura geamului si imi ingheata urechile neacoperite …sau…nu stiu,poate e doar mintea mea care nu se poate gandi la nimic.Asta da senzatie;si stii de ce-pentru ca am realizat ca de fapt ma gandesc la mult prea multe in clipa asta si toate ideile imi trec fugitiv pe retina si sunt doar amintiri si inchipuiri,clipe pe care as vrea sa le traiesc si deocamdata ma multumesc  doar cu a le construi.Si acum vine intrebarea:de ce dracu’ nu traiesc eu prezentul?Pfff…stiai ca oamenii sunt niste creature atat de cretine,nu stiu de ce se fac atatea ipoteze despre aparitia oamenilor pe Terra-e clar ca ne-au creat extraterestrii…daca am fi fost plantati aici de vreo divinitate am fi avut si noi sentimente,am fi trait clipa.Uita-te la noi…degeaba un catel pe care il mangai iti ofera cateva grame de saliva pe fata daca doar el se bucura de momentul ala..pentru ca…poate acum ma contrazici ,dar daca stai sa analizezi lucrurile,ai sa-ti dai seama ca in timp ce tu te joci cu Rex,Blacky,Botic,Codita,Tarzan sau cu cine vrei tu,te gandesti probabil ce vei face mai pe seara,maine dimineata sau cum vei reactiona cand te vei reintalni cu tipul caruia ii datorezi niste bani.&lt;br /&gt;Da,ti’am zis,poate acum ma contrazici,dar te avertizez ca daca analizezi in fiecare moment ceea ce faci o sa vezi ca tot timpul te gandesti la ceva si…pe cine vrei sa pacalesti tu cand prietena ta te saruta usor,te intinde pe spate si iti ridica cu buzele tricoul ..iar tu,desi parca te simti curentat in fiecare molecula a corpului de atingerile ei,esti absent,si cand vine intrebarea “La ce te gandesti?”…tu ii zambesti,incerci sa iti ascunzi gandurile si ii raspunzi:”La nimic”,si,pentru a fi si mai convingator,o cuprinzi in brate si o saruti de cateva ori.Dar in clipa urmatoare si ea se intreaba oare ce gandesti,desi continua sa te mangaie.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand ai emotii,dar emotii de fericire,esti pe o scena,te indrepti spre premiul meritat si tu,ca un bou, in loc sa fii fericit te gandesti “Oh God,Oh God…ce dracu’ le zic astora,oh,haide omule,chill out,doar zambeste,spune-le ca esti emotionat,iti dregi putin vocea, iti repeti in continuu&lt;&lt;don t=""&gt;&gt;…te fatai putin pe scena si gata,ai scapat,frate!”&lt;br /&gt;Si cand iesi de acolo,iti dai seama ca nu a fost tocmai greu,dar totusi,in afara de niste emotii de rahat,n’ai simtit nimic altceva,ceva,ceva,ceva care sa te faca sa fii mandru de ceea ce ai realizat!&lt;br /&gt;Si ideile tale sunt lacome ,iti invadeaza mintea,iti acapareaza toata atentia,chiar te poti intreba daca esti cumva vreun smintit   ca un chelner care isi freaca mainile si zambeste neincetat-doar poate va primi ceva bacsis…&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I’m right,noi am fost creati de extraterestrii,omuleti verzi,gauri negre,planetute,galaxii…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Planetute...galaxii...'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-8371747660842429527</id><published>2009-12-28T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:45:00.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploaie de rahaturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;…Si se simtea aiurea…nu’si gasesea rostul…de fapt..n-as spune rostul…nu’si gasesea rolul si considera ca trebuia sa aiba si ea unul…nu putea fi un personaj fara corporalitate…nu nu nu..asta suna ca si cum ar bantui…bine J)))Ceea ce facea ea tot cam asa se numeste ; se plictisise de aceleasi feeling’uri…Oh…la inceput, e fericirea aia care nu iti dai voie sa respire,ai impresia ca nu poti s spui nimanui ce ti se intampla pentru ca…nu mai are farmec daca secretul este divulgate…ai vrea ca magia sa ramana doar intre tine si el…Eh…si timpul trece,dar nu fara sa lase semne….adica…incep sa apara problemele…si stii ca ai mai trecut o data prin ele si totusi…nu stii cum sa reactionezi,iti dai seama ca ai facut din nou aceeasi greseala de a fi cu persoana pe care in repetate randuri ai considerat’o “persoana potrivita”.Nu…nu asa sta treaba,dar pacat ca realizezi asta prea tarziu,cand déjà nu stii ce sa mai crezi…nu stii daca el s-a jucat cu tine,a gresit doar,din neatentie,superficialitate sau indiferenta fata de tine…si déjà sunt prea multe intrebari si mintea ti-o ia razna…Iti vine sa plangi,sa urli….pentru ca tu erai obisnuita sa fii stapana pe orice situatie,sa fii constienta de ceea ce simti pentru fiecare rahat de om care te inconjoara,erai obisnuita sa iti poti controla emotiile,cuvintele si chiar si respiratia…pentru ca stii acum ca atunci cand esti in prezenta lui,fie ca ai vrea sa-l vezi cu mari dureri de burta la un wc public,neavand hartie igienica sau fie ca ai vrea sa il vezi intins pe nisip,fumandu-si tigara linistit si…intrebandu’te daca vrei ceva racoritor si apoi sa mergeti amandoi in mare…sa va detasati de tot zgomotul si fumul si mirosul de alcool al altora…sa vreti sa fiti doar voi doi si mirosul sarat al apei….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh God,si iar se pierduse in amanunte…Da…si spuneaa ca acum lucrurile s-au cam schimbat…nu mai era ea sefa…nu mai ea ea cea care conduce fabrica de prostii din capul tau… :-??.....Bai omule,si nu intelegi ce nu functioneaza,ce nu merge….si nu intelegi de ce dracu’ tu inca il mai doresti desi stii ca te-ai simtit ca un rahat atunci cand tu l-ai prins de mana cand va plimbati,iar el si-a retras mana usor,cu un gest de refuz…si stii ca ai incercat sa il intrebi din priviri: ''Poti sa imi spui si mie ce rahat se intampla cu tine?”…dar el…stiind ca urmeaza sa faci asta,pentru ca trebuie sa accepti ca te cunoaste , ti-a zis pe un ton aproape mut ca vrea sa-si aprinda tigara,dar nu’si gaseste bricheta…era dezamagita,si nu stia cum a ajuns sa faca atata abuz de cele trei,patru sau cinci puncte pe care le tasta dupa fiecare cateva cuvinte K.Au si ele rostul lor; invatase ca in literatura,punctele de suspensie sunt folosite pentru sugerarea continuitatii,pentru a transmite cititorului ca ar mai fi ceva de spus dar…nu stii cum sa iti exprimi acele ganduri si…o lasi balta…te rezumi doar la cateva punctulete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Si…ca sa repetam esentialul acestei ploi de rahaturi pe care ar trebui s-o trimiti la….la dracu’ cu ea de experienta tampita…:”de ce dracu’ tu inca il mai doresti?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-8371747660842429527?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/8371747660842429527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/ploaie-de-rahaturi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8371747660842429527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8371747660842429527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/ploaie-de-rahaturi.html' title='Ploaie de rahaturi'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-2764661236426820254</id><published>2009-12-27T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:37:47.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spune ''DA''</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ah,iubito,vezi cum eşti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;tot mi-ai scris că mă iubeşti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;şi aştepţi venirea mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dragă,n-ai minţit cumva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ieri şi azi ţi-am tot vorbit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;parcă nici n-ai auzit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;un cuvînt măcar să-mi spus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;crezi, tăcerea mi-e de-ajuns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sau nu crezi cînd zic de dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;sau nu ştii de-acest fior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;care inima răpeşte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;sufletul înnebuneşte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu fi crudă,spune-mi "Da"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;asta-i tot ce azi mi-aş vrea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maine ţi-oi cere-o întîlnire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;cu o noapte de iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iar cînd postul s-o-ncheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;dacă vrei,ne-om cununa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu ai frică,hai,cu mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;şi-ai să vezi cît e de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                     made by laurici !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-2764661236426820254?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/2764661236426820254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/sune-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2764661236426820254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2764661236426820254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/sune-da.html' title='Spune &apos;&apos;DA&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-7478616042557000465</id><published>2009-12-27T12:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:30:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluzii ingropate-n viitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prezenta ta ma inconjoara inca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiar daca tu demult plecata esti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oglinda iti mai reflecta chipul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar patul ma intreaba”-unde esti?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inca iti mai respir parfumul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lasat candva pe perna mea in noapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar cand privesc pe geam in departare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Te vad venind sau poate…mi se pare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunt doar iluzii despre un trecut frumos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amintiri sterse ce acum nu mai au rost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Clipe placute petrecute-n taina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O iubire ce acum provoaca rana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunt doar iluzii ingropate-n viitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La umbra amintirilor ce mor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vor incolti din nou cand destinul o sa vrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te aduca iar in preajma mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                       made by laurici !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-7478616042557000465?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/7478616042557000465/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/iluzii-ingropate-n-viitor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/7478616042557000465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/7478616042557000465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/iluzii-ingropate-n-viitor.html' title='Iluzii ingropate-n viitor'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-8255835818540753635</id><published>2009-12-27T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:29:41.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Un dor chinuit ma apasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Gindul la tine nu ma lasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nu pot vorbi si nici trai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nu simt fericire si nici bucurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Un dor in suflet simt acum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Si o apuc pe un alt drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cel al mortii si negretii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Unde sunt murdari peretii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                       made by laurici !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-8255835818540753635?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/8255835818540753635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8255835818540753635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/8255835818540753635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorul.html' title='Dorul'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-2036687418618462737</id><published>2009-12-27T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:28:35.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De atunci</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De atunci trecu atata vreme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De cand noi rataceam prin cranguri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De cand incerca iubirea sa ne cheme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cand noaptea ne gasea ereu doar singuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cand spuneam inimii sa fie cuminte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;plimbandune pe malul singuratic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a malului albastru.Si a mea rugaminte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;N-a fost ascultata cand macul salbatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;inflorit in buzele tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A-nsngerat buzele mele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;si ochii tai ca doi luceferi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ce m-au tintuit.Nu pot sa-i uit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cand incercai sa-i acoperi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Temandu-te de al meu sarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De atunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Trecu atata vreme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De cand dorul nu imi era povara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dovada despartirii eterne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De atunci....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;E asa trist si-nnorat afara...( primul sarut pe marginea lacului...plmbarile si cand seara se lasa...ne gasea impreuna...miss u)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;                          made by laurici !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-2036687418618462737?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/2036687418618462737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-atunci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2036687418618462737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2036687418618462737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-atunci.html' title='De atunci'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-2335148324696343305</id><published>2009-12-27T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:27:38.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ora de iubire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasă-mă,iubito să mai vin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;poate fi o ultimă-ntîlnire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;viaţa este plină cu pelin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;să-ndulcim o oră cu iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu te întrista că e un furt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cine fericirea să acuze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azi mă ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mîine pot să-ţi fiu pierdut-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cui să-i pese de a noastre scuze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Să mai fiu de dragoste nebun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;să te simt cum te topeşti în braţe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mîine amintiri o să adun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;poate singur,fără de speranţe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu-amărî cu lacrimi şi regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leagănul iubirii ce ne leagă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu "adio" spune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ci- "aştept",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cum aştept şi eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;iubito,dragă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                      made by laurici !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738222190835781305-2335148324696343305?l=infected-with-blood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/feeds/2335148324696343305/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-ora-de-iubire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2335148324696343305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7738222190835781305/posts/default/2335148324696343305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infected-with-blood.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-ora-de-iubire.html' title='O ora de iubire'/><author><name>Laurici</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016695370182136897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jaHuuI4o0Y/TLzigY_SP-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qeAYHSKV0Tg/S220/dnb222.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738222190835781305.post-4330599623987832958</id><published>2009-12-27T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:35:38.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'' Intotdeauna timpul este cel care hotaraste destinul iubirii ''??:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Se plimba prin orash...o vede...e frumoasa...sta..o priveste...vorbeste cu o prietena.sta pe o banca la 10 m de el..scoate o tigara....si se indreapta spre el...palmele ii sunt transpirate..incepe si tremura...se apropie...ii cere un foc...ii da..apoi ii cere o tigara doar ca sa o mai tina putin langa el...o intreaba cu o cheama...ii spune..apoi pleaca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;      O chema Maria...era o fata slabuta cu parul saten si drept,ochii caprui si buzele carnoase...doamne...ii picase cu tronc...a facut el cum a facut...si a facut rost de numarul ei de tel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;      Au vorbit un timp la telefon...apoi s-au intalnit...s-au cunoscut...si intr-un final...a devenit iubita lui...era cel mai fericit om....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;     Au trecut 6 luni de cand s-au cunoscut..o suna intr-o dimineata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:Maria...azi facem 6 luni...iti dai seama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:Da dumi..imi dau seama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:Siii...nu esti fericita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea: (tacere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:Mariaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:scuze..dabia m-am trezit...ma bag la un dush s vorbim dupa..ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:bine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    (sfarsitul apelului)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;     Suparat,ingandurat,asteapta o ora si primeste un mesaj de la ea: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#mesaj:Ne vedem intr-o jumatate de ora la monument.pwp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;     Grabit...se imbraca ,se incalta,incuie usa,isi baga castile in urechi,da muzica la maxim si ia autobuzul ..se indreapta spre monument...ajunge acolo unde Maria il astepta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:Buna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:Buna dumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:bine..am venit sa vorbesc ceva cu tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:e de rau?sau de bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:e de rau (si isi indreapta privirea in jos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:(isi aprinde o tigara) spune..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:vreau sa ne despartim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:cum??dc??nu vreau asta..de ce zici asa??(o lacrima ii cade pe obraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:nu stiu..nu mai vreau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:esti sigura de asta? (cat de mult o iubea,cred ca era in stare de orice pt ea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:da...foarte sigura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#el:te voi mai vedea vreodata??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;#ea:cine stie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    El se ridica si pleaca plangand....ea ramane acolo urmarindu-l cum dispare in neant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;'' Intotdeauna timpul este cel care hotaraste destinul iubirii ''(made by laurici).....va urma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a 2-a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trece...el isi continua viata...fericit...printre prieteni....cand...intr-o seara...statea ca de obicei pe mess...ii da cineva add pe mess...era Maria...deja incepuse sa tremure...se albise la fata...si tragea din tigara ca nebunul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ea:buna dumi&lt;br /&gt;#el:buna....Maria...&lt;br /&gt;#ea:da...eu sunt :*&lt;br /&gt;#el:dar....cum??dc??&lt;br /&gt;#ea:dumi....imi e dor de tine&lt;br /&gt;#el:dc??dc dupa atata timp maria?&lt;br /&gt;#ea:vreau sa ne vedem...sa iesim la o bere...ca pe timpuri&lt;br /&gt;#el:ca pe timpuri??nu cred ca o sa fie ca pe timpuri&lt;br /&gt;#ea:bine..nici chiar ca pe timpuri...ce zici...iesi??ca mai iese si Mada cu Cristi&lt;br /&gt;#el:poi...:-s...bine...unde si cand?&lt;br /&gt;#ea:la 6 te sun eu si iti spun...sa fii deja prin oras&lt;br /&gt;#el:bine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Se pregateste...nici nu ii venea sa creada...sta in fata oglinzii..si se uita in gol..vazand in fata doar imaginea Mariei...&lt;br /&gt;   Ajunge in orash...si asteapta telefon...isi aprinde o tigara si imediat suna telefonul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ea:hai in jazz&lt;br /&gt;#el:in 5 min ajung&lt;br /&gt;#ea:oke..ciao&lt;br /&gt;#el:ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ajunge in jazz...o vede...se duce la masa la ei...da salut cu cristi...o pupa pe mada...apoi o pupa si pe maria....(mirosul ei imediat ii intra in cap si parca il ameteste...si il trezeste...ii trezeste amintirile...toate)...se aseaza pe scaun...sta 2 sec...se uita la ea...se ridica...isi da hanoracul jos...si se duce la bar..isi cumpara o bere si revine...se aseaza langa maria...si inlemneste...isi mai aprinde o tigara...trage un fum...si ofteaza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristi:ce faci ba' dumi...ca de cand nu te-am mai vazut...&lt;br /&gt;Dumi:ce sa fac....pe acasa..cu scoala...cu treburi...&lt;br /&gt;Cristi:aha&lt;br /&gt;Mada:ai mai iesit?&lt;br /&gt;Dumi:nu...de mult timp nu am mai iesit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria era tacuta si ingandurata...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumi:tu ce faci maria??nu zici nimic?&lt;br /&gt;Maria:ba da...dar am vazut ca erai intr-o conversatie si nu am vrut sa va intrerup..&lt;br /&gt;Dumi:bine..(si bea o gura de bere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stau ei ce stau acolo...si se gandi sa plece spre alt local unde se baga rock....platesc..si pleaca....&lt;br /&gt;  Ajungi acolo...el isi saluta toti prietenii...pentru ca era in ziua de craciun...si se indreapta la masa unde era maria...comanda bere si sta...&lt;br /&gt;  La un momentdat,maria,il vede suparat pe dumi si intra in vorba cu el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ea:de ce esti suparat?&lt;br /&gt;#el:ehh...&lt;br /&gt;#ea:zii mah&lt;br /&gt;#el:(o minte)probleme cu familia...stii doar..&lt;br /&gt;#ea:aha...hai langa mine...vrei?&lt;br /&gt;#el:(uimit)bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nu au durat 10 minute si a luat-o in brate...si ea l-a strans de mana...si-a asezat capul pe umarul lui....si ascultau o melodie (cargo-daca ploaia s-ar opri).....&lt;br /&gt;  Barul a cam inceput sa se umple...si berile curgeau...ei se tineau in brate...si gesturi gen pupici pe obraz...pe gat...cateva pe buze...&lt;br /&gt;  La un momentdat...a venit un tip ''x''...pe care noi il cunosteam de mult timp...l-am salutat...si s-a asezat la masa de langa noi....&lt;br /&gt;  Dupa 10 min...Dumi se duce la baie ...cand se intoarce...cu berea intr-o mana..si cu tigara in cealalta mana...o vede pe Maria sarutandu-se cu X.....Dumi se duce langa masa...se uita la mada si la cristi...cei 2 lasand capul in jos de rusine...apoi pleaca spre alta masa...unde se aseaza langa alti prieteni..si incepe si bea...era atat de nervos si de dezamagit incat nu ii mai pasa de nimic...&lt;br /&gt;  Trec cateva ore,cei trei plecasera impreuna cu X,iar dumi ramasese acolo...intre prietenii lui...dezamagit...nervos...si cu berea intr-o mana,iar cu tigara in cealalta....&lt;br /&gt;            ''Iubirea e cu dus si intors''&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Sfarsit.... 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