<?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-1424402600007856153</id><updated>2011-10-14T20:55:22.213-07:00</updated><category term='In memoriam'/><category term='poezie'/><category term='citate'/><category term='plec'/><category term='dor de Vama'/><category term='all the same different story'/><category term='eu'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>le_rêve_bouclè</title><subtitle type='html'>Suddenly, I felt like I was wearing patchouli in a room full of Chanel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4836752131959122378</id><published>2011-08-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:54:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little instructions</title><content type='html'>1. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never laugh at anyone's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you feel terrific notify your face.&lt;br /&gt;4. Love deeply and passionately; you might get hurt, but it's the only way to live life completely. &lt;br /&gt;5. Never apologize for being early. &lt;br /&gt;6. Open the car door for you wife and always help her with her coat. &lt;br /&gt;7. Rake a big pile of leaves every fall and jump in it with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;8. Volunteer. Sometimes jobs no one wants conceal big opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;9. Never drive while holding a cup of hot coffee between your knees. &lt;br /&gt;10. Have a professional photo of yourself made. Update every three years. &lt;br /&gt;11. Never miss an opportunity to ride a roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;12. Never miss an opportunity to have someone rub you back. &lt;br /&gt;13. When you see a box turtle crossing the road,stop and put it safely on the road side.&lt;br /&gt;14. Create a little signal only your wife knows so that you can show her you love her across the crowded room.&lt;br /&gt;15. Never be the first to break a family tradition.&lt;br /&gt;16. Keep a diary of your accomplishments at work. Then, when you ask for a raise, you'll have all the information you need to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;17. Drive as you wish your kids would do.&lt;br /&gt;18. In disagreements fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;19. Never take the last piece of fried chicken. &lt;br /&gt;20. Ask about a store's return policy when buying items than 50 euros.&lt;br /&gt;21. When you go to borrow money, dress as you have plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;22. Never pick-up anything from the floor of a cab.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't pick up after your children. That's there job.&lt;br /&gt;26. Own a comfortable chair for reading.&lt;br /&gt;27. Own a set of good kitchen knives.&lt;br /&gt;28. Brush your teeth before putting on your little black dress.&lt;br /&gt;29. Never risk what you cannot afford to lose.&lt;br /&gt;30. Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;31. Don't trust a man who doesn't close his eyes when you kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;32. Never tell a men he's loosing his hair. He already knows.&lt;br /&gt;33. Learn to use a needle and thread, a steam iron and an espresso machine.&lt;br /&gt;34. Never say "my child would never do that".&lt;br /&gt;35. Once a year go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;36. Remember that ignorance is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;37. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are alive. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;39. Listen to your critics, they will keep you focused and innovative.&lt;br /&gt;40. Never tell a person who's experiencing deep sorrow, "I know how you feel". You don't!&lt;br /&gt;41. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a stroke of good luck.&lt;br /&gt;42. At meetings resist turning around to see who has just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;43. Just because you earn a decent wage, don't look down at those who don't. Consider what would happen to the public good if you didn't do your job for 30 days. Next, consider the consequences if sanitation workers didn't do their job for 30 days. Now, whose job is more important?&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't do business with people who knock at your door and say "I just happened to be in the neighborhood."&lt;br /&gt;45. Call a nursing home or a retirement center and ask for a list of residents who seldom get mail or visitors. Send them a card several times a year. Sign it "Someone who thinks you are very special."&lt;br /&gt;46. Read a lot when your on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;47. Overestimate travel time by 15 percent.&lt;br /&gt;48. Properly fitting shoes feel good as soon as you try them on. Don't believe the salesperson who says, "They'll be fine as soon as you break them in."&lt;br /&gt;49. Get a haircut a week before the big interview.&lt;br /&gt;50. Spend your life lifting up people, not putting them down.&lt;br /&gt;51. Spend your time creating, not criticizing. &lt;br /&gt;52. Visit your old highschool and introduce yourself to the principal. Ask if you could sit in a couple of classes.&lt;br /&gt;53. Respect sailboats, snowmobiles and motorcycles. They can teach you a very painful lesson very fast.&lt;br /&gt;54. Take care of your soul. Don't take off your clothes in front of every person who says I love u.&lt;br /&gt;55. In a verbal confrontation lower your voice to the degree that the other person raises his or hers.&lt;br /&gt;56. Let your children see you do things for your wife that lets them know how much you love her.&lt;br /&gt;57. When traveling back roads,stop whenever you see a sign that says "Honey For Sale"&lt;br /&gt;58. Think twice before deciding not to charge for your work. People often don't value what they don't pay for.&lt;br /&gt;59. Never grab at a falling knife.&lt;br /&gt;60. When your dog dies, frame its collar and put it on the wall facing west.&lt;br /&gt;61. When a label says "Dry Clean Only", believe it!&lt;br /&gt;62. Help a child plant a small garden.&lt;br /&gt;63. Pray. There is immeasurable power in it.&lt;br /&gt;64. Don't call a fishing rod a "pole", a line a "rope", a rifle a "gun" or a ship a "boat". Learn to call things by there actual names. &lt;br /&gt;65. Remember that half the joy of achievement is anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;66. Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other is greater than the need for each other. &lt;br /&gt;67. Get involved with your local government.&lt;br /&gt;68. Never swap your integrity for money, power or fame.&lt;br /&gt;69. Fool someone on April 1st.&lt;br /&gt;70. Never remind someone of a kindness or act of generosity you have shown him or her&lt;br /&gt;71. Learn to play Amazing Grace on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;72. Never be ashamed of your patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;73. Never be ashamed of honest tears.&lt;br /&gt;74. Never be ashamed of laughter that's too loud or singing that's too joyful.&lt;br /&gt;75. Don't trust your memory. Write it down.&lt;br /&gt;76. When you get really angry, stick your hands into your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;77. Do all you can to increase the salaries of good teachers.&lt;br /&gt;78. Don't call your doctor stupid. He saves lives for a living.&lt;br /&gt;79. Visit friends and relatives when they are in the hospital. You only need to stay a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;80. When declaring you right don't forget your responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;81. Think twice before accepting a job that requires you to work in an office with no windows.&lt;br /&gt;82. Remember that everyone you meet wears an invisible sign. It reads "Notice me. Make me feel important"&lt;br /&gt;83. Never hire someone you would not invite home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;84. When camping never leave evidence that you were there.&lt;br /&gt;85. If you lend someone money make sure his character exceeds the collateral.&lt;br /&gt;86. Be cautious telling people how contended and happy you are. Many will resent it.&lt;br /&gt;87. Hang up if someone puts you on hold to take a call waiting.&lt;br /&gt;88. Accept the fact that regardless how many times you were right, you will sometimes be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;89. Every once in a while ask yourself the question, if money weren't consideration, what would I like to be doing?&lt;br /&gt;90. Learn the rules. Then break some.&lt;br /&gt;91. No matter how old you get hug and kiss your parents whenever you greet them.&lt;br /&gt;92. Don't think that sending a gift or flowers substitutes for your presence. &lt;br /&gt;93. Never ask a barber if you need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;94. Never buy a piece of jewelery that costs more than 100$ without doing a little haggling.&lt;br /&gt;95. When your children are learning to play musical instruments buy them good ones.&lt;br /&gt;96. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;97. Become a tourist for a day in your hometown.&lt;br /&gt;98. Don't mistake kindness for weakness.&lt;br /&gt;99. Create a smoke-free office and home.&lt;br /&gt;100. Let some things remain mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;101. Never ignore evil.&lt;br /&gt;102. Be especially courteous and patient with older people.&lt;br /&gt;103. Remember "Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it"&lt;br /&gt;104. Travel. See places, but remember to take along an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;105. Never eat a sugared doughnut wearing a black suit.&lt;br /&gt;106. When you are away from home and hear church bells, think of someone who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;107. Never decide to do nothing just because you can do little. Do what you can.&lt;br /&gt;108. Ever now and then bite off more than you can chew.&lt;br /&gt;109. Remember that your character is your destiny. &lt;br /&gt;110. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;111. Be better prepared than u think u'll need to be.&lt;br /&gt;112. Buy a small inexpensive camera. Take it with you everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;113. Pay extra money for the best seats at a play or a concert.&lt;br /&gt;114. Never buy something from a rude salesperson, no matter how much you want it.&lt;br /&gt;115. Get a flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;116. Worry makes for a hard pillow. When something's troubling you, before going to sleep, jot down three things you can do the next day to help you resolve the issue.&lt;br /&gt;117. Buy a red umbrella.It's easier to find among all the black ones and it adds some color to rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;118. One time love someone who does not deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;119. When you mean no, say it in a way that's not ambiguous. &lt;br /&gt;120. Give children toys that are powered by there imagination, not by batteries.&lt;br /&gt;121. Remember that your child's character is like good soup, both homemade.&lt;br /&gt;122. When you buy something that u only need to buy once, buy the best you can afford&lt;br /&gt;123. As soon as you get married start saving for ur children's education.&lt;br /&gt;124. Say "bless you" when someone sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;125. Don't let your family get so busy that you don't sit down at least on meal per day. &lt;br /&gt;126. When you lose, don't lose your lesson.&lt;br /&gt;127. Don't overlook life's small joys while searching for the big ones.&lt;br /&gt;128. Don't marry a woman who picks at her food. Or a guy for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;129. Don't be surprised to discover that luck favors those who are prepared.&lt;br /&gt;130. Don't expect your love alone to make a neat person out of a messy one.&lt;br /&gt;131. Every so often, invite the person in line behind to go ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;132. "Stay hungry. Stay foolish."&lt;br /&gt;133. "Keep looking, don't settle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4836752131959122378?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4836752131959122378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-little-instructions.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4836752131959122378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4836752131959122378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-little-instructions.html' title='Life&apos;s little instructions'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1962762092226035489</id><published>2011-08-21T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:52:27.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do NOT think!</title><content type='html'>"Like most humanoids, I am burdened with what is called the "monkey mind" - the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. From the distant past to the unknowable future, my mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined. This in itself is not necessarily a problem; the problem is the emotional attachment that goes along with the thinking. Happy thoughts make me happy, but -  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whoop&lt;/span&gt; - how quickly I swing again into obsessive worry, blowing the mood; and then it is the remembrance of an angry moment and I start to get hot an pissed off all over again; and then my mind decides it might be a good time to start feeling sorry for itself, and loneliness follows promptly. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves of your thoughts, and you are the slave of your emotions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1962762092226035489?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1962762092226035489/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-not-think.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1962762092226035489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1962762092226035489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-not-think.html' title='Do NOT think!'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6658487314329231431</id><published>2011-08-16T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:07:18.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming thoughts</title><content type='html'> M-am intins in pat, langa tine, asa cum o fac seara de seara de 300 de zile incoace. Ti-am simtit atingerea si brusc eram acasa, in bratele tale, singurul loc unde ma simt in siguranta. Respiratia ta imi gadila pielea iar parul meu prea cret iti gadila atingerea. Am inchis ochii si am pasit in alta lume, lumea in care suntem doi, doar noi doi. Vreau sa ma inchid in ea si sa nu mai plec niciodata. Acolo este totul si nimicul, acolo putem fi unul, un tot unic si simplu, cu degete la fel de urate la picioare si fara oameni care sa ne judece existenta. Acolo suntem arhitectii propriului univers si nimic nu ne poate rapi talentul. Acolo putem manca Finetti la 3 dimineata si ciocolata la masa de pranz. Acolo am bea suc in loc de apa si eu m-as hrani din tine. Acolo am fi unici, la fel cum suntem si aici, pentru ca suntem noi...Si inca ceva, lumea asta de care iti tot vorbesc, pe langa ca e minunata, e si nemuritoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am visat frumos azi noapte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6658487314329231431?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6658487314329231431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/streaming-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6658487314329231431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6658487314329231431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/08/streaming-thoughts.html' title='Streaming thoughts'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6351579055220110694</id><published>2011-01-14T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:23:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>google business</title><content type='html'>click here to join...you might be interested by the new opportunity google and yahoo have to offer so do not hesitate...i did not trust it either at the beginning but thought that it was worth giving it a try...please do the same :)&lt;br /&gt;click on the website below to join!&lt;br /&gt;www.prelaunchmalaysia.com/soniapopovici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6351579055220110694?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6351579055220110694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/01/google-business.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6351579055220110694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6351579055220110694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2011/01/google-business.html' title='google business'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6991694961764752167</id><published>2010-12-26T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T05:22:57.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>At the end of the day...</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6991694961764752167?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6991694961764752167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6991694961764752167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6991694961764752167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-end-of-day.html' title='At the end of the day...'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-75508501112291723</id><published>2010-11-24T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T05:26:29.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>What makes me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TO0OaDQoWZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y2uw9w1oZ-A/s1600/DSC_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TO0OaDQoWZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y2uw9w1oZ-A/s320/DSC_1802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543102557077395858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some little things that make me happy and brighten the most horrible day:&lt;br /&gt;being alive&lt;br /&gt;talking to my friends                             &lt;br /&gt;buying something I deserve&lt;br /&gt;listening to my fave song&lt;br /&gt;being told I look beautiful&lt;br /&gt;running in the wind                                &lt;br /&gt;going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;flowers  &lt;br /&gt;living with passion and purpose                                           &lt;br /&gt;my car :)&lt;br /&gt;sunshine                                           &lt;br /&gt;family and friends&lt;br /&gt;being free to be myself&lt;br /&gt;big sunglasses                                     &lt;br /&gt;skype&lt;br /&gt;holidays                                           &lt;br /&gt;P!nk&lt;br /&gt;chocolate                                          &lt;br /&gt;beauty products&lt;br /&gt;hugs                                               &lt;br /&gt;rainbows &lt;br /&gt;making people laugh                                &lt;br /&gt;perfumes&lt;br /&gt;watching my fave TV show                           &lt;br /&gt;fresh air in the morning&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures                                    &lt;br /&gt;sun tans&lt;br /&gt;seeing friends                                     &lt;br /&gt;pretty colors&lt;br /&gt;that 'clean' feeling after a shower                &lt;br /&gt;new outfits&lt;br /&gt;the smell of you                                   &lt;br /&gt;pillow fights&lt;br /&gt;Christmas                                          &lt;br /&gt;my phone :)&lt;br /&gt;sweets                                             &lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;dreams                                             &lt;br /&gt;receiving and giving a gift&lt;br /&gt;feeling like I'm on the top of the world           &lt;br /&gt;going to Paris&lt;br /&gt;seeing an old friend                               &lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;new people                                         &lt;br /&gt;a Long Island Ice Tea&lt;br /&gt;shopping                                           &lt;br /&gt;going to the theatre&lt;br /&gt;youtube                                            &lt;br /&gt;the Annoying Orange&lt;br /&gt;french manicures                                   &lt;br /&gt;swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;lollipops                                          &lt;br /&gt;going hiking&lt;br /&gt;taking my high-heels of when my feet hurt          &lt;br /&gt;going home&lt;br /&gt;mom's cookies                                      &lt;br /&gt;bubbles &lt;br /&gt;a late night swim in the sea                       &lt;br /&gt;finishing a big project&lt;br /&gt;getting good grades at exams                       &lt;br /&gt;clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;freedom                                            &lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;a cold coke on a torrid summer day                 &lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes                                         &lt;br /&gt;the smell of fresh coffee in the morning&lt;br /&gt;silly things                                       &lt;br /&gt;making people laugh&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in                                        &lt;br /&gt;knowing I have achieved smth&lt;br /&gt;a good night out                                   &lt;br /&gt;graduation&lt;br /&gt;visiting my grandparents                           &lt;br /&gt;traveling&lt;br /&gt;having ambitions                                   &lt;br /&gt;writing &lt;br /&gt;curls                                              &lt;br /&gt;knowing my parents are healthy&lt;br /&gt;my new camera :)                                   &lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Erasmus                                            &lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;a smile from a stranger                            &lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;skiing                                             &lt;br /&gt;dressing up&lt;br /&gt;puppies                                            &lt;br /&gt;a good Monday&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are only a few...I can go on and on forever...so there are many things that could make you happy every day, and if they do they can't be that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-75508501112291723?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/75508501112291723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-makes-me-hapyy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7873901868412576251</id><published>2010-11-03T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:57:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is freedom, I'm smiling, you're smiling too</title><content type='html'>Libertatea este în continuare lucrul pe care-l preţuiesc cel mai mult pe lume. Sigur ca asta m-a determinat să beau vinuri care nu-mi plăceau, să fac lucruri pe care nu trebuia să le fac şi pe care nu le voi repeta niciodată, să am multe cicatrice în trup şi-n suflet, să-i rănesc pe unii cărora am sfârşit prin a le cere iertare, într-o perioadă în care am înţeles că puteam să fac orice în afară de a obliga pe cineva să mă urmeze în nebunia mea, în setea mea de a trăi. Nu mă căiesc pentru clipele în care am pătimit, îmi port cicatricele ca şi cum ar fi nişte medalii. Ştiu că libertatea este foarte scumpă, la fel de scumpă ca şi sclavia, singura diferenţă este că o plătesc cu plăcere şi cu un... zâmbet, chiar dacă zâmbetul este udat de lacrimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7873901868412576251?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7873901868412576251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-freedom-im-smiling-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7873901868412576251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7873901868412576251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-freedom-im-smiling-youre.html' title='This is freedom, I&apos;m smiling, you&apos;re smiling too'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7228975019709053960</id><published>2010-10-30T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:44:57.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a bitch...it just depends who fucks who</title><content type='html'>“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...and you finish off as an orgasm”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7228975019709053960?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7228975019709053960/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/lifes-bitchit-just-depends-who-fucks.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7228975019709053960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7228975019709053960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/lifes-bitchit-just-depends-who-fucks.html' title='life&apos;s a bitch...it just depends who fucks who'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4389606274715130481</id><published>2010-10-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:26:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GANDACELUL BOC</title><content type='html'>De ce m-ai prins in pumnul tau,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si m-ai fortat? Tu nu stii oare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca-s mic si eu si ca ma doare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand tu ma strangi atat de rau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primar ca tine- am fost si eu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-am renuntat la primarie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mila trebuia sa-ti fie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De plansul si mandatul meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din tihna mea din Manastur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu m-ai chemat la Bucuresti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-ai promis c-o sa ma cresti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi-e clar, te doare-n cur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ma lasi acum in pom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca-n toate am facut ca tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi plange Clujul dupa mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si plang si cursele Tarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si plange mama mult de tot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca i-au trantit in plen baiatul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vede la TV tot satul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-a-luat-o premieru-n bot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ochii tatei lacrimi storc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ei in zare tot ramane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indura-te de ei stapane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lasa-ma sa ma intorc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as lua bilete la low cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca azi m-au cam uitat pilotii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu le mai tremura chilotii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca cand eram si eu ce-am fost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa plangea un ardelean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pumnul ce-l strangea sa-l rupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si l-a deschis Basescu dupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-l tot strivise an de an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A incercat sa-l mai invie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-a multumit pentru curaj,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ardeleanul in picaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a prabusit pentru vecie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarbit de fapta ta cea rea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba-l plangi pe Boc cu zile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci mergi spasit acum si zi-le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clujenilor, isprava ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai zi-le ca de-acum ai vrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu mai tot strivesti de zid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricare gaza de partid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care-a trecut prin fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar ca poet, zi-le c-ai vrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aperi orice vietate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat de fara-nsemnatate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cu oricata voluptate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cur, saraca, te-ar pupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4389606274715130481?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4389606274715130481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/gandacelul-boc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4389606274715130481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4389606274715130481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/gandacelul-boc.html' title='GANDACELUL BOC'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-5232643760798780757</id><published>2010-10-24T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:58:26.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfaturi pentru adultii contemporani</title><content type='html'>Pentru adultii contemporani, pseudo-intelecto-neuro-hipohondri.... adica noi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca zilnic trebuie sa mancam un mar pentru fier si o banana pentru potasiu. De asemenea o portocala pentru vitamina C, o jumatate pepene galben  pentru a imbunatati digestia si o cana de ceai verde, fara zahar, pentru a preveni diabetul.In fiecare zi trebuie sa bei doi litri de apa si apoi sa astepti timp dublu decat timpul pe care ti l-a luat ca sa le bei. Zilnic trebuie sa mananci Activia sau iaurt, pentru a avea "L.Cassei Defensis", care nu stie nimeni ce este, dar se pare ca, daca nu bei un iaurt si jumatate in fiecare zi, incepi sa vezi lumea cam tulbure.In fiecare zi o aspirina, pentru a preveni infarctul, si un pahar de vin rosu, pentru acelasi lucru. Si altul de vin alb, pentru sistemul nervos. Si unul de bere, pe care deja nu-mi mai amintesc pentru ce era. Daca le bei pe toate impreuna, chiar si daca faci  o indigestie, nu te mai preocupa si probabil nici nu te mai intereseaza.In fiecare zi trebuie sa mananci fibre. Multe, foarte multe fibre. Trebuie sa mananci intre 4-6 feluri zilnic, usoare, fara sa uiti sa mesteci de 100 de ori fiecare inghititura.Facand un mic calcul, doar pentru a manca, iti ia cam 5 ore. Ah, dupa fiecare mancare trebuie sa te speli pe dinti, adica: dupa Activia si fibre, dintii, dupa banana, dintii, dupa mar, dintii...si asa, daca ai dinti, fara sa uiti sa folosesti firul dentar, masajul gingiilor, o sorbitura de Plax. Mai bine umple cada si pune muzica, pentru ca intre apa, fibra si dinti, iti vei petrece cateva ore aici, inauntru .Daca dormi 8 ore si lucrezi alte 8, plus cele 5 pe care le folosim pentru mancare, fac 21 de ore .Iti raman 3, in care intotdeauna se poate intampla ceva imprevizibil. Dupa statistici, vedem 3 ore zilnic televizorul. Ei bine, deja nu se poate, pentru ca in fiecare zi trebuie sa mergi cel putin o jumatate de ora pe jos, adica sa te intorci dupa 15 minute, ca altfel dupa o jumatate de ora se face o ora de mers. Si trebuie sa-ti pastrezi prieteniile, pentruca sunt ca plantele: trebuie udate zilnic. Si cand pleci in vacanta deasemeni.Pe langa asta trebuie sa fii bine informat, asa ca trebuie sa citesti cel putin doua ziare si anumite articole de revista, pentru a compara informatia.  Ah!, trebuie sa faci sex zilnic, dar fara sa ajungi sa fie ca o rutina: trebuie sa fii inventator, creator, sa renovezi seductia. Asta ia timp; si nici nu mai vorbim daca este sex tantric !!!(cu respect iti amintesc: dupa fiecare mancare , trebuie sa-ti perii dintii). De asemenea trebuie sa-ti faci timp pentru curatenie, pentru spalat rufe, vase, si nu mai zic daca ai caine, sau alt animal... copiii...In fine, dupa socoteala mea, imi ies cam 29 de ore zilnic Singura posibilitate care-mi trece prin minte este sa faci mai multe lucruri deodata, de exemplu: iti faci dus cu apa rece si cu gura deschisa, asa bei cei 2 litri de apa In timp ce iesi din baie cu periuta de dinti in gura, te duci sa faci amor (tantric) in picioare, cu perechea ta, care in treacat se uita la TV si comenteaza, in timp ce tu maturi. Ti-a ramas o mana libera? Cheama-ti prietenii si parintii !!! Bea vinul (dupa ce iti chemi parintii va fi nevoie ).Iaurtul cu mar ti-l poate da perechea ta, in timp ce isi mananca banana cu Activia si maine schimbati.  Ce bine ca deja am crescut si nu mai trebuie sa luam obligatoriul Danonino Extra Calcio in fiecare zi  Uuuf!!!  Dar daca iti raman 2 minute,trimite asta prietenilor (pe care trebuie sa-i uzi ca pe plante), in timp ce iei o lingurita de All Bran, care face foarte bine  Si acuma te las pentru ca intre iaurt, jumatatea de pepene, berea, primul litru de apa si a treia mancare de fibra din zi, deja nu stiu ce sa mai fac, dar am nevoie la closet urgent ….. Ah, o sa profit si imi voi lua periuta de dinti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-5232643760798780757?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5232643760798780757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/sfaturi-pentru-adultii-contemporani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5232643760798780757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5232643760798780757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/sfaturi-pentru-adultii-contemporani.html' title='Sfaturi pentru adultii contemporani'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7270877004937302688</id><published>2010-09-19T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:16:31.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gânduri</title><content type='html'>Ah, doar furtuni ce se îndepărtează vlăguite şi sentimente târzii, gălbejite! Ah, numai păsări ostenite de zbor, rătăcite în zbor, păsări care se lasă prinse în mână, - în mâna noastră! Noi imortalizăm cele ce nu mai au mult de trăit şi de zburat, nu¬mai lucruri istovite şi răscoapte! Şi numai pentru a putea picta după-amiaza voastră, voi, gânduri ale mele scrise şi pictate, numai pentru ea am culori, multe culori, multe gingăşii multicolore, şi ocruri şi cafeniuri şi smaragduri şi carmine cu zecile: - dar nimeni nu va ghici din a mea pictură splendoarea dimineţii voastre, grăbite scântei şi minuni ale singurătăţii mele, bătrânele, iubitele - - răutăcioasele mele gânduri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7270877004937302688?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7270877004937302688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/ganduri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7270877004937302688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7270877004937302688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/ganduri.html' title='Gânduri'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-810056352241162715</id><published>2010-09-17T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:13:43.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><title type='text'>plec pe marte</title><content type='html'>Ma tot gandesc de cateva zile incoace ca ar fi cazul sa plec, sa imi iau zborul, sa decolez...nu stiu cum sa iti spun dar mi-a ajuns, de cafenele, de dupa-amieze plictisite, de cartile din biblioteca citite si recitite, de ora pierdute inutil in spatii virtuale, de intrebarea: unde pleci? de unde vi? de ce e din nou 3 dimineata? (si lista poate continua), de tine indragostit lulea de ea (irelevant cine e), de zgomotul tramvaiului care ma trezeste invariabil la 6 dimineata (aparent m-am dezobijnuit), de tigari, de condus brambura prin oras...de toti si toate. Si daca tot stau si ma gandesc ca trebuie sa plec am decis, maine o iau la picior...sau poate poimaine...de ce poimaine? pai, sa vedem; pentru simplul fapt ca e luni, iar eu am invatat ca lunea incep toate, saptamana, scoala, job, vieti noi, toate incep luni. Asa ca de ce m-as impotrivi eu cliseelor sociale si as decide ca la mine lucrurile incep marti? Hai sa intram in normalitate domle' ca si asa mi s-a spus de prea multe ori in ultima vreme ca am devieri comportamentale (inca in limitele bunului simt, dar de', sunt acolo). De luni schimbam placa, devenim normali, sau mai precis, la fel ca toata lumea...Asta o spun acum, nu voi fi niciodata la fel ca toata lumea; voi fi mereu cea care are nevoie de 5 minute in plus, cea care rade prea zgomotos, se impiedica, iubeste sa isi conduca masina mai ceva ca un baiat, are parul prea cret si mai nou tocurile prea mari (pentru ca de partea cu inaltimea persoanei mele si ce crezi tu despre ea sincer, nu imi mai pasa). &lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem luni, la un ceai in Parcul Central si punem anul ce urmeaza la cale...iar de restul, de vor dori sa mai zaboveasca prin audienta pentru a asista la spectacolul vietii mele, sunteti bine-veniti, de nu, nici o problema, cu ocazia asta se elibereaza locuri pentru noi spectatori.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe noctem! pentru anul ce urmeaza si please God, don't let me be the hideous teacher that all the students want to kill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe luni! Am zis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-810056352241162715?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/810056352241162715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/plec-pe-marte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/810056352241162715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/810056352241162715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/plec-pe-marte.html' title='plec pe marte'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1456214950902730859</id><published>2010-09-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:52:35.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>mai mult sau mai putin eu</title><content type='html'>Femeia Varsator -  Are pretentii foarte mari si cere de la iubit anumita consideratie. Nu-i place sa fie grabita. O prima intalnire se va termina foarte rar in pat. Nici a doua intalnire nu inseamna pentru ea un flirt. Nu este pudica, dar doreste sa fie convinsa ca aceasta relatie este ceva serios. Femeia varsator este sensibila si are un puternic intelect. Este chiar deosebit de intelectuala. Prietenii o stimuleaza iar daca ii place societatea este foarte vesela si accepta cu placere o invitatie in ultima clipa de la prieteni. Daca simpatizeaza pe cineva, isi deschide nestingherita sufletul, de multe ori intr-un mod nu prea prudent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amesteca cu pasiune in viata altora. Da sfaturi care nu sunt nici dorite, nici urmate. Nu se da inapoi de la munci barbatesti. Ii plac meserii ca mecanic auto sau constructor, dar de cele mai multe ori o intalnim in posturi de conducator. Raspunde provocarilor. Preia cu placere noi responsabilitati pentru ca este convinsa ca face fata tuturor solicitarilor. Pentru ca este inteligenta nu se sperie de greutati, si gaseste multa intelegere pentru altii. Cel mai bine se desfasoara cand trebuie sa conlucreze cu altii, o trasatura caracteristica apreciata de catre oamenii inteligenti. Fiind o umanista pura, o intereseaza toate problemele lumii. O vom intalni in primele randuri in lupta pentru dreptate si intotdeauna de partea celor napastuiti. Intelege suferinta celorlalti, dar nu este binefactatorul care cere rasplata si dragoste. Se adanceste atat de mult in munca incat uita de cele mai multe ori oamenii pentru care se zbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distanta aceasta este prezenta pana si in problemele mai intime. Inainte de toate are curajul propriilor ei convingeri pe care nu le tradeaza niciodata. Daca un proiect esueaza, nu dispera pentru ca este sigura ca din greseli se poate invata, ba mai mult, nu sufera succesul obtinut prea usor. Este fascinanta, distractiva, plina de fantezie, dar poate si foarte incapatanata. Cele mai multe femei varsator au aplicatie spre lucururile oculte si nimic nu le va convinge sa-si tradeze credinta in fenomene supranaturale. Cand sunt convinse ca stiu ceva, nici un argument si nici un fapt real nu le va zdruncina parerea. Femeia varsator simte o mare nevoie de dragoste si prietenie. Gaseste genul opus ca deosebit de atragator, insa cauta partenerul perfect si are mari dificultati in a se hotari. Ca urmare se va casatori tarziu, iar alegerea va surprinde grupul de prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va soca de altfel intotdeauna cercul ei de cunostinte conservatoare. Isi doreste un barbat cu care sa se simta cu adevarat femeie si atunci nu o mai intereseaza rasa si religia barbatului. Iubeste lucrurile frumoase. Sa nu uitam sa-i complimentam corpul, caci este o femeie care are nevoie de admiratie. Este foarte ordonata si harnica. Poate fi insa nervoasa, cicalitoare si cheltuitoare, extravaganta in ceea ce priveste confortul personal. Nu va recunoaste insa niciodata aceste greseli. Gaseste ca oamenii care nu doresc decat bani sunt superficiali si nu prea normali. Banul exista pentru ea doar pentru a fi cheltuit si il cheltuie pentru a-si realiza orice dorinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1456214950902730859?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1456214950902730859/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/mai-mult-sau-mai-putin-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1456214950902730859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1456214950902730859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/mai-mult-sau-mai-putin-eu.html' title='mai mult sau mai putin eu'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-9138609042178986155</id><published>2010-09-02T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:12:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un fum, doua, sa mai trag inca unul sau sa ma apuc de scris? ...da stiu, ultima data cand ma citeai ma lasasem de fumat, e un viciu care inca mi-l permit insa si care cel putin aparent nu lasa rani la fel de adanci ca si tine; &lt;br /&gt;de ce scriu? de ce scriem? de ce ne ascundem printre randuri si cuvinte? de ce sunt 10 grade afara? de ce e gata vara? de ce nu mai zac in nisip cu un green apple in mana? de ce miroase a iarna? deja! de ce ma complic? si cu atat mai mult, de ce imi place?&lt;br /&gt;multe "de ce-uri" pentru orele astea ale diminetii. &lt;br /&gt;astazi am avut timp de pierdut, asa ca ma recitit istoricul blogului...interesanta incursiune in trecut, cu atat mai interesante personajele principale, actorii ce se ascundeau printre litere si zambeau perfid...sunteti doar amintiri dragilor, stati pe pace! (vorba clujeanului)&lt;br /&gt;si atunci un ultim de ce...de ce fiecare litera, rand, paragraf, postare a avut ca pion central un oarecare el...dar cata importanta le dam, domnle'!&lt;br /&gt;stau si astept ziua de maine in orasul cu tramvai in care poti sa mori pana vine politia (pt cunoscatori, remember nebunul cu bata ce ne alerga pe o alee la 2 dimineata)...de ce astept ziua de maine? pai motive sunt multe: in primul rand pentru ca va fi soare (de ce zic asta? pentru ca asa vrea eu!), in al doilea rand pentru ca imi plac diminetile, imi place cum miroase cafeaua (ar trebui sa vezi si tu cat e de buna :P, macar o data), in al treilea rand pentru ca e vineri, pentru ca sunt cu un pas mai aproape de un vis, pentru ca abia astept sa ma intorc la casuta mea, sa imi pun cel mai nou poster pe perete, sa o umplu de poze si de amintiri, doar ale mele, sa fie plina de oameni si de prieteni, mai pe scurt, de viata, sa invatz ce inseamna cu adevarat a locui in cluj, sa ma indragostesc din nou de locul acela asa cum am facut-o ani la rand, sa cutreier strazi la pas, sa miros aer de vechi si nou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astept sa ma intorc, sa ma regasesc, sa fiu din nou eu cea care stiam ca pot fi acolo! sa astept weekend-uri pentru cate o nebunie in alt oras, sa imi fie dor de Timisoara si sa injur Caile Ferate Romane pentru cele 5 ore de stat in tre...sau depinde de situatie, Drumurile Nationale (in tara asta se gaseste oricum mereu ceva de injurat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest...e tarziu, asa ca noapte buna si ...apropos...nu imi plac horrorurile (3 r intr-un cuvant, u really made an effort!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-9138609042178986155?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/9138609042178986155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-fum-doua-sa-mai-trag-inca-unul-sau.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/9138609042178986155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/9138609042178986155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-fum-doua-sa-mai-trag-inca-unul-sau.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1499332926326746834</id><published>2010-08-21T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:49:26.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de Vama'/><title type='text'>Vama nu atat de veche</title><content type='html'>Orele 23.30 intr-un 19 august plin de aer de tinerete in inima Bucurestiului, la Romana mai exact:&lt;br /&gt;-Hai in Vama!&lt;br /&gt;-Hai!&lt;br /&gt;7.30 a doua zi, dupa 2 ore de somn, o cafea tare in spatele unui oarecare minister, m-am trezit din nou pe un drum ce imi parea cunoscut,din amintiri pe care se asternuse de mult praful, pe care nu mai credeam vre-odata sa le regasesc la fel de vii pentru ca de...vorba aceea, am crescut...&lt;br /&gt;mi-am intins insa piciorusele excesiv de lungi in nisipul din Vama;atunci mi-am dat seama ca nici macar nu plecasem vreo-data, ca anii ce au trecut peste noi nu au dizolvat sarea si piperul noptilor desculte de pe plajele virgine din capatul Romaniei. &lt;br /&gt;sanii mei si-au reconfirmat astazi declaratia de independenta facuta cu ceva ani in urma in acelasi nisip plin de amintiri crapate la fel ca scoicile pe care calc acum. &lt;br /&gt;Ne-am hotarat astazi noi, eu si cu mine, fara tine, ca ne place cine suntem, cine am fost si ca asteptam cu nerabdarea unui copil sa aflam cine vom deveni. Mister nerezolvat inca, dar care isi pastreaza aura pentru simplul fapt ca este o ecuatie prea complicata pentru a putea fi rezolvata la 21 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;Expiratul tot acolo, la locul lui; vamaiotii si ei pe aceleasi plaje cu panzele lor de vise in fata corturilor, dansul descult in nisip de la miezul noptii in nisipul rece,l-am gasit si pe el...ma astepta inca. Berea deja pusa la rece si ciorba de vacuta, traditie deja dupa cele 3 autocare schimbate si 48 de ore in care singura companie a stomacului meu fusese un sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Incognito, pe nepusa masa si/sau spontan am plecat sa ne gasim, sa ne regasim...asa cate o nebunie pentru fiecare vara ca sa avem ce povesti nepotilor.&lt;br /&gt;Pielea imi e arsa de soare, sufletul ars de tine, dar incetul cu incetul se vindeca, pielea se coojeste, apare in schimb,in locul fostei cicatrici o piele noua, alba, fina, pura si parca de neatins, la fel ca visele si sperantele. &lt;br /&gt;S-a intunecat. Un cocktail, doua, o sticla de vin, o tequila, doua. Angoasa. Nisip rece si valuri ce mi se pleaca la picioare. Se inclina in fata mea si imi dau buna seara. O lacrima. Doua. Trei. Mai multe. Un potop de lacrimi. Vant, cand dinspre tarm, cand de pe mare, cand cald, cand rece, la fel ca dragostea noastra. Am simtit lacrimi alunecandu-mi pe varful degetului mic de la picior. M-ai cuprins toata, m-ai inghitit, iar acum incerc si nu stiu cum sa scap. Un val intreba: de ce apa ce izvoraste din ochii tai e la fel de sarata ca si viata mea? - Pentru ca imi innec lacrimile in marea ce ti-a dat nastere si ce te va lua la ea in cateva clipe, i-am raspuns. Apoi el a plecat. Strigat in larg si pe mal si in mine. Apa ma spala, ma curata...sunt pura acum si sarata ca marea; s-a confundat cu lacrimile mele iar eu nu mai stiu sa fac diferenta intre ele...poate e mai bine asa...medicul meu...marea, soarele...sper ca vara sa nu se termine niciodata, valurile sa nu plece nisipul sa ma iubeasca iar marea sa ma ia la ea...imi e bine, zambesc, rad cu pofta!&lt;br /&gt;Maine din nou soare si din nou cei doi spiridusi ce isi vor independenta in vama veche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You look like spring, he told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1499332926326746834?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1499332926326746834/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/08/vama-nu-atat-de-veche.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1499332926326746834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1499332926326746834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/08/vama-nu-atat-de-veche.html' title='Vama nu atat de veche'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1530188915497481121</id><published>2010-08-21T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:14:09.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more than my words can say at this time of night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6IN-s_L6vs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1530188915497481121?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1530188915497481121/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-than-my-words-can-say-at-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1530188915497481121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1530188915497481121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-than-my-words-can-say-at-this-time.html' title='more than my words can say at this time of night'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-3446313082007706835</id><published>2010-05-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:17:44.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>Would you wear my mask for a day?</title><content type='html'>Nu este vorba de forma, este vorba de idei mi-am spus. Cu riscul de a nu avea nicio logica, m-am hotarat sa scriu si in noaptea asta, sa scriu furtunos si degeaba...sa scriu asa cum curge sangele amintirilor prin mine, fara folos dar ca un tumult si amalgam de sentimente. Spun degeaba pentru ca la fel ca multe altele din lumea asta si randurile acestea vor ajunge sa pluteasca in neantul trecutului meu...poate iti vei odihni privirea cateva momente peste ele, dar apoi vei uita...si asta ma aduce de unde am plecat, forma nu conteaza atat de mult cat ideea...pt ca ideea ti se va intipari in memorie, va dainui acolo, o vei modela insa dupa bunut-ti plac, draga cititorule, pentru a o personaliza, a o face a ta, un avatar al mintii tale ce poate fi schimbat in orice clipa. &lt;br /&gt;"Filozofari in miez de noapte", imi spun, "de fapt ce miez...sunt doua trecute fix, cum spunea un mare om, si eu iar nu dorm. Ma intreb, "oare gandesc prea mult?", caci gandurile nu imi dau pace, alearga hoinare pe tamplele mele si imi tin genele de vorba...si atunci ii spun mintii: "vreau sa ma odihnesc!"...iar ea raspunde: "atunci cand nu te vei mai gandi la sfarsituri, cand nu vei mai privi viitorul apropiat ca pe ceva asemanator unei prapastii fara fund, cand iti vei da seama ca &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;although everything good comes to end, something even better mught begin&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; poate vei reusi sa iti odihnesti pleoapele pe un zambet si nu pe o lacrima, cum o faci deja de ceva vreme". Asa ca va invit, doamnelor si domnilor, sa zambim, chiar daca nu avem de ce, chiar daca nu ne dorim, chiar daca nu simtim, pe principiul banal si arhicunoscut ca "maine poate fi mai rau (desi in mintea noastra ne spunem mereu, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sper sa nu fie&lt;/span&gt;)" sau gandidu-ne ca si daca nu ne rezolva toate problemele, acel zambet poate intriga suficient incat sa merite efortul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce masca vei purta maine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-3446313082007706835?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3446313082007706835/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/nu-este-vorba-de-forma-este-vorba-de.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3446313082007706835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3446313082007706835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/nu-este-vorba-de-forma-este-vorba-de.html' title='Would you wear my mask for a day?'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4427139254910464126</id><published>2010-05-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:03:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy3A0cH2CZ0 "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4427139254910464126?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4427139254910464126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4427139254910464126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4427139254910464126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-2336226086333355887</id><published>2010-05-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:57:47.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am gasit astazi ceva ce m-a inspirat si in ce m-am regasit intr-un mod ciudat, intr-o existenta care pare de multe ori inutila dar din care simt ca trebuie sa gust pana la ultima faramitura...impartasesc acum cu tine ceva scris de o draga prietena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atunci când ştii sigur că o să cazi, spunea Raluca. Atunci când ştii sigur că o să mori, sublinia Emil. Atunci când ştii sigur că o să fumezi până la ultimul filtru, că o să bei până la ultimul pahar, că o să dansezi până la utima piesă, că o să iubeşti până la ultimul geamăt, că o să crezi până la cea din urmă Înălţare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi atunci, care mai e scopul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci când ştii sigur că o să rămâi… încerci să te decizi dacă mergi la cumpărături cu un card nelimitat sau te măriţi în blugi…" (Mara)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-2336226086333355887?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/2336226086333355887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-gasit-astazi-ceva-ce-m-inspirat-si.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2336226086333355887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2336226086333355887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-gasit-astazi-ceva-ce-m-inspirat-si.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7180993559442611058</id><published>2010-05-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:10:59.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de Vama'/><title type='text'>Zambet ars de soare</title><content type='html'>Am auzit astazi ca marii ii este dor de mine...si ce am mai auzit este ca si mie imi este dor de ea, asa cum am cunoscut-o de la 14 ani, in fiecare vara in Vama Veche. Nostalgie ma inceraca rostind cuvintele sinonime cu adolescenta mea. Trimite-mi te rog o scrisoare de la malul marii mele, adauga in plic un gram de sare, o farama de nisip, iar in loc de timbru lipeste amintirile noastre pe spatele plicului. Nu ar avea niciodata loc pe un timbru atat de mic, dar rogu-te incearca. Incearca sa iti amintesti cine eram si intreaba-te cine suntem. Aminteste-ti de sacul de dormit de pe plaja, de pielea prea arsa de soare, de terasele pline din zi pana in nopate, de tequila si de dansul descult din Vama Veche. &lt;br /&gt;Eu acum scriu si contemplez la un 1 mai in Vama. Ma transpun, simt si visez cu sare pe buze si marea curgandu-mi prin vene. Intre tamplele mele marunte e doar vantul si soapta ta. Sper sa ma intorc ... Sper sa fie inca acolo, ea si adolescenta mea ...si toate amintirile adunate intr-un crampei al sufletului...Visez mare si plaje pustii si intinse, fara urma anilor ce au pasit pe ele, dara griji si cu urma corpului meu pe ele, cu urma zambetului meu prea ars de soare si a gandului tau fugind catre mine. Mi-e dor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7180993559442611058?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7180993559442611058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/zambet-ars-de-soare.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7180993559442611058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7180993559442611058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/05/zambet-ars-de-soare.html' title='Zambet ars de soare'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-453346235297604131</id><published>2010-04-25T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:24:55.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy3A0cH2CZ0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-453346235297604131?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/453346235297604131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/453346235297604131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/453346235297604131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1665765579932686591</id><published>2010-03-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:11:59.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>I realise now that home is good...it can still mean fun, it can still mean friends, it can still mean past and present, but I refuse it to mean future! It will always be home, that place that I call home, and I know I repeat this word, neverending, because it meant everything and will always mean something. it is me the one that has now to choose what. I am the one that moved on with my life, things that are sometimes so hard to fight! Accept the fact your never coming back I say to myself! It is so long it shouldn't hurt! but it hurts! Cause baby I miss what could have been! But I still know I can have a decent conversation with people I haven't seen in years! I still know I can make a difference! I still can laugh! I still can cry! I still have something to come back to and I always will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut astazi ca pot zambi, pot rade din suflet asa cum nu am ras de mult, cu oameni pe care nu i-am vazut de mult! am vazut ca am crescut cu folos, ca m-am schimbat dar am ramas aceeasi, asa cum imi doream si imi doresc sa fiu; ca inca mai am rabdare sa ascult si a doua parere si ca nu totul e unanim; ca instinctul nu ma inseala, din nefericire niciodata! ca tot ce am crezut a fost adevarat, ca am fost mintita, ca am iertat, ca am trecut peste; sunt mandra ca am iertat si nu sunt dezamagita ca am facut-o. mi-ar fi placut doar sa stiu adevarul crunt si gol golut atunci cand l-am cerut cu indarjire si cand nu a vrut sa mi se ofere, pentru simplul fapt ca nu! Nu m-am inselat, am avut dreptate, nu imi pare bine, dar adevarul nu e intotdeauna ce doresti, e ceea ce ti se intampla, la fel cum viata e ceea ce ti se intampla atunci cand esti prea ocupat sa faci alte planuri. de aceea eu acum si de acum nu mai fac planuri! pentru ca nu vreau ca viata doar sa mi se intample, vreau sa fiu parte din ea, oricum si oricat de gri sau de neagra ar fi; e tot a mea! asa ca da, mai spun inca o data: viitorul il domin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1665765579932686591?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1665765579932686591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/home.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1665765579932686591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1665765579932686591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-2736232495129990528</id><published>2010-03-03T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:04:56.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><title type='text'>Nichita Stanescu - Dreptul la timp</title><content type='html'>Dreptul la timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai un fel de paradis al tău&lt;br /&gt;în care nu se spun cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori se mişcă dintr-un braţ&lt;br /&gt;şi câteva frunze îţi cad inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ovalul feţei se stă înclinat&lt;br /&gt;spre o lumină venind dintr-o parte&lt;br /&gt;cu mult galben în ea şi multă lene,&lt;br /&gt;cu trambuline pentru săritorii în moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai un fel al tău senin&lt;br /&gt;De-a ridica oraşele ca norii,&lt;br /&gt;şi de-a muta secundele mereu&lt;br /&gt;pe marginea de Sud a orei,&lt;br /&gt;când aerul devine mov şi rece&lt;br /&gt;şi harta serii fără margini,&lt;br /&gt;şi-abia mai pot rămâne-n viaţă&lt;br /&gt;mai respirând, cu ochii lungi, imagini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nichita Stanescu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-2736232495129990528?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/2736232495129990528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/nichita-stanescu-dreptul-la-timp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2736232495129990528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2736232495129990528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/nichita-stanescu-dreptul-la-timp.html' title='Nichita Stanescu - Dreptul la timp'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-5776781821614499574</id><published>2010-03-02T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:20:25.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>E din nou tarziu si din nou vreau o tzigara...tzigara mea de dupa miezul noptii...nu pot insa sa o aprind...sta, ma priveste tentanta, la fel cum buzele mele de privesc pe tine de fiecare data cand ne vedem. Am senzatia stranie ca a trecut prea mult timp de cand nu te-am vazut. Mi-e dor de ochii tai privindu-mi buzele si genele si pleoapele dorind sa le faca doar ale lor. Sa le inchida intr-un univers din care sa nu isi mai doreasca sa plece niciodata. Sunt tentatia si ispita eu si ele si noi toate impreuna doar pentru tine...asta doar ca descriere plastica pentru ca voi sa intelegeti cum privesc eu acum tigara ce iese amenintatoare din pachet. As putea sa o aprind daca as vrea cu adevarat, doar ca ma supun riscului ca din nou la 4 dimineata sa aud vocea tunand a tatalui (da my dad...tata meu sau cum vrei sa ii ziceti) spunand: Iar nu pot dormi de fumul tau! Totu ajunge la mine in camera...ai inteles pe dracu! eu initial ma enervez ca de obicei dupa care imi spun ca nu are rost sa imi stric linistea noptii de primavara timpurie mirosind a zambile si a tine cu nimicuri de genul asta...pana la urma pana dimineata fumul inecacios va fi si uitat. deci spun: irelevant!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce mirosurile cu iz oriental din camera mea imi dau o stare de melancolie si meditatie primavarateca ce ma duce cu gandul la tine. Nu m-am gandit de mult, parfumul tau nu mi-a mai resetat de mult simturile si acum simt cum totul se intoarce si eu ma intorc si ma intreb daca voi mai avea la ce. E tarziu si simt ca aberez, dar inca sper ca aberez frumos pentru ca fluturasii din stomac, capul in nori si senzatia de "indragosteala" vesnica pe care mi-o da mirosul primaverii nu poate decat sa transforme ganduri intr-o poveste cu iz de romanta pusa pe hartie (sau pe blog ca de' ne-am modernizat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight Those will be the best memories. I just wanna let it go for the night That would be the best therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa...si inca ceva...ca ma tot intrebati ce am sa fac cu viitorul meu...citand dintr-o buna prietena a mea: &lt;br /&gt;voi ma intrebati: Şi cu viitorul ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;iar eu va voi raspunde: - Îl domin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-5776781821614499574?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5776781821614499574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5776781821614499574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5776781821614499574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-216831506914884961</id><published>2010-03-02T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:20:23.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Don't regret</title><content type='html'>Nothing lasts forever, so live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, avoid the bullshit, take chances and never have regrets, because at one point everything you did was exactly what you wanted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-216831506914884961?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/216831506914884961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/216831506914884961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/216831506914884961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-regret.html' title='Don&apos;t regret'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7599473747558856297</id><published>2010-03-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:28:06.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Live high!</title><content type='html'>As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to let us down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when someone broke yours. You'll fight with your best friend and maybe even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually loose someone close to you. So take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like you've never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is another minute of happiness you'll never get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7599473747558856297?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7599473747558856297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-high.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7599473747558856297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7599473747558856297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-high.html' title='Live high!'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-5246125986275073788</id><published>2010-02-13T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:32:37.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><title type='text'>Sleep running through my veins!</title><content type='html'>Here I am again...sleepless in DTM Airport. To be honest being bored to death wasn't my initial plan for ending this life, but let's say I have to settle with it for now! 6 o'clock in the morning and the second sleepless night in a row. I wonder what Carrie Bradshaw would do in my place, probably the same thing, writing as the only solution for total boredom, or blogging how we like to call it in our way too advanced 21 technological century.&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been sad, yesterday too...it is really not nice to see people go, it is even worse when they suddenly became your friends after just a few months spent together. One might say (or already did)...I am incurable, I get emotionally attached to people against my will, and this might sound cheesy or might make me look bad, but to be honest some of them will be there in the back of my mind for a life time. I had one of my best months with all of you and times not easy to forget. But let's go back now to the real life...25 minutes till the check-in and then walking through the gate which takes me back to what I've been until 4 months ago...because as we all know...what happens in Osnabrueck, stays in Osnabrueck as one of the finest memories of our student life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready and out! &lt;br /&gt;See you next semester (or at least some of you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-5246125986275073788?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5246125986275073788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5246125986275073788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5246125986275073788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleep running through my veins!'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6350227794474112432</id><published>2010-02-08T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:40:18.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if prince charming had never showed up? Would snow white have slept in the glass coffin forever? Or would she have eventually woken up, spit out the apple, gotten a job, a health care package and a baby from her local sperm bank?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6350227794474112432?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6350227794474112432/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-if-prince-charming-had-never.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6350227794474112432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6350227794474112432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-if-prince-charming-had-never.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-3309364440623040891</id><published>2010-02-07T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:34:08.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-3309364440623040891?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3309364440623040891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-all-computers-crash-people-die.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3309364440623040891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3309364440623040891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-all-computers-crash-people-die.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-5902031155554900640</id><published>2010-02-07T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:32:06.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the series "Another shitty day"</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...it is 23.15 and I am starting to feel alive for today. After a really long but also tiring sleep I woke up at 3 o'clock just to meet one of my new friends. If you are now wondering who she is, well find out now that her middle name is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hangover&lt;/span&gt; and usually comes with the combination of vodka, wine, beer and a few tequilas. Well I am really wondering how did I get from one of the best parties, teleported in this world that now seems too real, the world called my life (outside from osnabrueck). I am really sick of the phrase: "I got a message a few days ago, telling me nxvxvxvxvxvx about you"! If u wonder now what the strange code nxnxnxnxnxnx means...just know that it is always something bad that u don't want ur parents/boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend or any other person u care about to know. I have to say now that I do not regret anything, no matter how big a mistake it was...but sometimes I wonder...there are so many roads, so many detours, so many choices...how do we know if we made a mistake? Or how do we convince those people that I was talking about earlier, that even if we have hurt them or their feelings it was not an intended mistake, it was an experience we had to have? Well...that's a question I will have to answer before I go home!!! &lt;br /&gt;Well they say life is what happens to you while to busy making other plans! That might just be it, but i am not willing to let mine just pass by, as a short movie with no subtitles! I simply refuse to do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-5902031155554900640?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5902031155554900640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-series-another-shitty-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5902031155554900640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/5902031155554900640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-series-another-shitty-day.html' title='From the series &quot;Another shitty day&quot;'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4573756055536964790</id><published>2010-02-01T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:17:44.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>Star Dust</title><content type='html'>It seems as if I am hearing choirs from afar, in a faraway land of the soul and of the universe! It is the second that tells the thought to speak, to break the silence listening to him, the accursed second belonging to the witch from the North, the witch called fate. I can still feel your steps running on my temples, the steps of the white light coming from among my tears, in a rhythmical minuet…and so I have stopped with my eyes wide open toward the horizons, looking for answers `in the eyes of the stars and through a free spirited harmony we became the children of that moment in the night with a new moon, sleeplessness and tenuous feelings. In the long but so lightened night and awake, a thick smoke seems to weigh like a venomous shadow over me, griming moon’s pure, angelic glow…the times go by lucent and thoughts appear and vanish in an deviant disorder, like in a tumble. The rain started dancing infinitely, creating the perfect couple with my own sour tears…the couple, that “us” belonging to the infinite, to the absolute. But what means absolute?...it is everything or nothing, and we are not even able to define the everything, not to say the nothingness…but they are the infinite, we were the infinite and the love will always be…the darkness in my soul is Earth’s longest night, and the moon that had risen in the others would have had the space to play here, to dance and to sing and my thought that was now entering the wonder of a second did not conceive the destiny the next second would have. On the streets we once strolled along are now walking step by step the sign of the infinite, neighboring the moon, the sun and all the zodiac signs and the world that we once knew estranges itself from us, slowly, with its sounds and voices, going towards disappointment and memories, like another life left behind beyond death. I am a strange mosaic of sleep with my eyes open, and of dream with closed eyes, of sleep and sleeplessness, of outbursts of living in the future – in a future bearing the black’s tulip color – of fears that were one time vanquished and many times triumphant, but all exiled by a strong heart beat that has not yet forgotten its past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4573756055536964790?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4573756055536964790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/star-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4573756055536964790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4573756055536964790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/02/star-dust.html' title='Star Dust'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-1327206439757667752</id><published>2010-01-28T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:02:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mañana</title><content type='html'>Podemos pensar que todo lo que la vida nos ofrece mañana es repetir lo que hicimos ayer y hoy. Pero si ponemos atención, nos daremos cuenta de que ningún día es igual a otro.&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana nos trae una bendición escondida, una bendición que solo sirve para este día, y que no puede ser ni guardada ni desaprovechada. Si no usamos ese milagro hoy, se perderá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1327206439757667752?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1327206439757667752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/manana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1327206439757667752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1327206439757667752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/manana.html' title='Mañana'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-9042541818816005295</id><published>2010-01-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:00:52.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ballad of a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the violet sky crowded by savaging birds&lt;br /&gt;She was running as if hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Between moaning monks and chattering children&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find her way to her lost soul &lt;br /&gt;To that light shouting form the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;A frozen moment in a burning noon – that was she.&lt;br /&gt;Stone walls were surrounding her,&lt;br /&gt;Messengers shouting chants and rituals from afar,&lt;br /&gt;Children painting her dreams on canvas&lt;br /&gt;Magnolias from Mozambic spreading their sents in the black-walled room.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration of the song of drums,&lt;br /&gt;And of the far-away sad whispering sea&lt;br /&gt;All gathered silently to take her to a new place&lt;br /&gt;Where the bazaar of sentiments could be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can touch crystal dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Where nobody would shatter rainbow childhood memories,&lt;br /&gt;Where sky meets sea,&lt;br /&gt;And where her senses would be assaulted by lilac cent and jasmine flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Where doves sleep in her hands so her soul can rest in their flight to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Where peace and quiet cast a shadow over chaotic and abnormal;&lt;br /&gt;But the bazaar of sentiments suddenly became the hectic place where she was,&lt;br /&gt;Like falling from the sunless moon,&lt;br /&gt;She landed in the sunny, amber noon.&lt;br /&gt;Holy men talking to serpents in a long-forgotten language,&lt;br /&gt;People to children were savage.&lt;br /&gt;Fires were burning and seeds were roasted,&lt;br /&gt;Pink scarf and rainbow-like “shalvars” were dancing in the wind &lt;br /&gt;As ensigns of a secret, ancient culture.&lt;br /&gt;Burning charcoals and cent of hashish mingled in an erotic inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;A silent chaos was surrounding her,&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams, her feelings&lt;br /&gt;As she could now see the cracks in the walls&lt;br /&gt;And the cracks in her souls.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a borrowed dream, living in a borrowed life&lt;br /&gt;She asked herself: “Where am I?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-9042541818816005295?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/9042541818816005295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballad-of-dream-under-violet-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/9042541818816005295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/9042541818816005295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballad-of-dream-under-violet-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-3213847566135210457</id><published>2010-01-19T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:40:35.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zambesc…zambesc pentru simplul fapt ca astazi m-am uitat in urma, am rascolit fotografii si odata cu ele amintiri si zambesc pentru ca sufletul meu a avut puterea sa zambeasca la fiecare dintre ele. Am vazut ochi tristi de copil, am vazut ochi veseli si jucausi, am vazut o inima adolescentina sfaramata in bucatelele pamantului, dar am vazut si privirea de copil indragostit care ma trada atunci, cum ma tradeaza si acum si cum probabil ma va trada o viata intreaga. Si scriind aceste randuri ca reflectie lirica la ceea ce simt, inca zambesc, zambesc trecutului pentru a-i putea rade in fata viitorului si pentru a putea trai clipa. Si sufletul imi zambeste si el a multumire, la multumirea pe care o ofera gandul ca intr-adevar am facut intotdeauna ceea ce mi-am dorit si ca in spatele acelor ochi tristi sau in spatele privirii ametite poate de o bere in plus la 16 ani nu se ascundea nici un regret, la fel cum nu se ascunde nici acum. Sunt mandra, da! Ati auzit bine, sunt mandra ca pot privi in urma fara sa regret NIMIC! Nu as schimba nicio clipa, niciun moment, niciun zambet si nici macar o lacrima. As lasa totul asa cum este, sau cum a fost, pentru ca astazi imi dau seama ca a fost perfect. Am invatat din amintirile desprinse cu drag de pe un format electronic mult prea adaptat mileniului haotic in care traim ca ar trebui sa ma bucur mai mult, sa tanjesc mai putin dupa ceea ce nu am acum, sa rad mai des si sa plang mai rar, sa nu regret acum, pentru ca peste cativa ani, singurul lucru pe care il voi regreta este regretul de azi! Va anunt ca de 10 minute nu imi pot lua zambetul prostesc de pe fata in fata amintirilor mele, in fata experientelor, a copilariei si a adolescentei. Ma bucur ca pot sa ma vad, atat de clar, sa vad cum timpul a trecut, zic eu, cu folos. Sa vad ca am schimbat exact ce imi doream sa schimb si am pastrat acele lucruri pe care nu vreau sa le pierd niciodata din mine. Zambesc acum la poze cu fosti iubiti, cu oameni care la un moment dat au starnit lacrimi pe un obraz poate mult prea tanar, dar la care acum le multumesc pentru ca au contribuit la ceea ce sunt. Zambesc la poze din pesteri, cu amintirea acelei nebunii de weeknd in care tata, da al meu tata, habar nu avea unde am plecat…si nici astazi nu regret ca am facut-o. Amintirea pe care o am astazi a meritat pedeapsa de doua saptamani de izolare . Zambesc la cei 18 ani pe care ii aveam la majorat si la cenusaresele care s-au transformat toate pentru noaptea banchetului de sfarsit de clasa a 12-a. Zambesc la chipurile parintilor, pe fata carora astazi vad un rid in plus si in parul carora pot sa numar ceva mai multe fire albe, asta pentru ca timpul nu uita sa ne aminteasca ca nu sta in loc…si le multumesc. Zambesc la prieteni care acum apar doar in poze, pentru ca drumurile nu ne mai sunt de mult aceleasi, pe care nu i-am vazut de ani si multi ani vor trece pana poate ii voi vedea din nou…dar zambesc cu convingerea ca viata ne va mai aduce macar o data in acelasi loc. Zambesc la ochii mei prea negrii si la bratarile cu prea multe tinte. Zambesc la adolescentul rebel care eram si la femeia convingatoare ce sper ca voi fi. Zambesc pentru ca pot simti si acum, dupa ce timpul si-a tesut coroana peste amintiri, ceea ce am simtit in fiecare din acele momente si imi pare rau ca nu puteti arunca o privire macar in sufletul meu pentru a vedea cata bucurie se ascunde acolo. Va multumesc acum ca am avut cu cine impartasii momente si ca acum am pe cine sa port in amintire, ca ati facut parte din viata mea, ca m-ati iubit, ca m-ati facut sa rad isteric, ca m-ati certat, ca m-ati facut sa zambesc, ca m-ati facut sa plang, ca m-ati ajutat sa trec peste, ca m-ati facut sa dansez si sa cant, ca am invatat impreuna si ce inseamna betia la 16 ani in Vama dar si ce poate insemna o cenusareasa de 20 de ani pe tocuri intr-un loc cochet sau select, ca putem sa privim inapoi impreuna dar cu atat mai mult inainte, ca ati existat sau ca existati in viata mea…pentru toate astea: ma inclin in fata amintirilor, fara de care eu cea de astazi nu ar putea fi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-3213847566135210457?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3213847566135210457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/zambesczambesc-pentru-simplul-fapt-ca.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3213847566135210457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3213847566135210457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/zambesczambesc-pentru-simplul-fapt-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4690588147496009224</id><published>2010-01-10T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:39:42.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>Realtionship?</title><content type='html'>Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where yo...u started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4690588147496009224?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4690588147496009224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/realtionship.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4690588147496009224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4690588147496009224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2010/01/realtionship.html' title='Realtionship?'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4333863132888170780</id><published>2009-12-14T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:08:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/SybhfNW4k6I/AAAAAAAAACA/2ZNrXBsqwJs/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/SybPMkU4AyI/AAAAAAAAABg/h2g-cX4eCf8/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415243416776213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-1813089391543735387?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1813089391543735387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1813089391543735387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/1813089391543735387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/SybPMkU4AyI/AAAAAAAAABg/h2g-cX4eCf8/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6809431470897897187</id><published>2009-12-14T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:19:06.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>Praf...de stele</title><content type='html'>E ca si cum as asculta zvonuri si coruri intr-o departare a sufletului si a vremii; este ceasul care porunceste gandului sa vorbeasca in tacerea care il asculta, ceasul blestemat al vrajitoarei celei rele numite soarta. Pe tamplele mele alearga inca pasii tai, pasii albi ai luminii venite printre lacrimi intr-un fel de menuet cadentat…asa m-am oprit cu ochii pe zari cautand raspunsuri in ochii stelelor si printr-un spontan acord am devenit copii ai clipei de noapte cu luna plina, nesomn si sentimente diafane. In noaptea lunga dar atat de luminata si treaza un fum gros pare sa atarne ca o umbra veninoasa asupra mea, manjind lumina pura a lunii…timpul trece straveziu iar gandurile apar si dispar intr-o dezordine aberanta. Ploaia incepu sa danseze inalt facand cuplul perfect cu lacrimile mele…cuplul, acel noi al absolutulu. Dar ce e absolutul?...e totul sau nimic, iar noi nici nu putem defini totul si cu atat mai putin nimicul…dar ei sunt absolutul, noi am fost si dragostea va fi pentru vesnicie…intunericul din sufletul meu e cea mai lunga noapte a pamantului, luna celorlalte ar fi avut loc sa joace in ea, sa danseze si sa cante iar gandul meu care intra in mirarea unei secunde nu stia destinul secundei urmatoare. Pe strazile nu de mult batute de noi la pas merg acum semnul infinitului, vecin cu luna, soarele si toate zodiile iar lumea oamenilor se indeparteaza incet, cu zgomotele si vorbele ei, se indeparteaza peste orizontul amagirii si amintirii, ca o alta viata lasata dincolo de moarte. Sunt un amestec de somn cu ochii deschisi, si de vis cu ochii inchisi, de somn si nesomn, de izbucniri in viitor – intr-un viitor de culoarea lalelei negre – de spaime uneori invinse, alteori invingatoare, dar alungate toate de o mare bataie de inima care inca nu si-a uitat trecutul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6809431470897897187?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6809431470897897187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/prafde-stele.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6809431470897897187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6809431470897897187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/prafde-stele.html' title='Praf...de stele'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-7567286304380884679</id><published>2009-12-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:05:30.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOI</title><content type='html'>NOI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Cei nascuti la inceputul anilor 80-90  vedem acum in anul 2008 cum casa parintilor nostri este de 50 de ori mai scumpa&lt;br /&gt;decat atunci cand au cumparat-o si realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele noastre in jur de 50 de ani. Nu avem&lt;br /&gt;amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici despre razboaie sangeroase, dar avem cultura generala, pentru ca asta&lt;br /&gt;insemna ceva o data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat "Ascunselea" , "Castel", "Ratele si vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi",&lt;br /&gt;"Prinsea","Sticluta cu otrava", "Pac Pac", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii care au strigat "Un doi trei la perete&lt;br /&gt;stai", ultimii care  au folosit telefoanele cu fise, dar primii care am facut petreceri video (inchiriam un video si&lt;br /&gt;stateam sa ne uitam la filme 2 zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut desene animate color, primii care am renuntat&lt;br /&gt;la casete audio si le-am inlocuit cu CD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;            Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati, geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Lee sau Puma era&lt;br /&gt;deja lider de gasca. Noi nu am dat examene de Capacitate, nu am dat teste grile&lt;br /&gt;la admitere. Noi am fost ultimii "Soimi ai Patriei" si ultimii "Pioneri".&lt;br /&gt;            La gradinita am invatat poezii in romaneste, nu in engleza...Si am cantat MULTI ANI TRAIASCA nu HAPPY BIRTHDAY la aniversari.&lt;br /&gt;            Am sorbit din ochi Sclava Isaura, Beverly Hills , Melrose Place , Twin Peaks, Dallas .. si cine zice ca nu s-a uitat&lt;br /&gt;ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.&lt;br /&gt;            Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau, si abia asteptam sa vina si la noi inghetata Magnum, sau pustile&lt;br /&gt;alea absolut superbe cu apa.Intre timp, ne consolam cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane umplute cu apa&lt;br /&gt;de la robinet, care turnate in cap ne provocau pneumonii. Si uite un motiv bun sa nu mergem la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;            Noi am ascultat si Metallica, si Ace of Base, si DJ Bobo, si Michael Jackson, si Backstreet Boys si Take That, si inca nu&lt;br /&gt;auzisem de manele singurele melodii de joc fiind horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii, dar toti dansam!&lt;br /&gt;            Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am auzit atat de Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Abba si de Queen, cat si de&lt;br /&gt;noile nume gen 50 Cent si Britney Spears.  Am citit "Licurici", "Pif", Ciresarii, si am baut Cico si Zmeurata si&lt;br /&gt;ni s-a parut ceva extraordinar cand au aparut primele sucuri"de la TEC " fara sa ne fie teama ca "au prea multe E-uri",&lt;br /&gt;iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla de suc fara teama de virusi.&lt;br /&gt;            Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am descoperit internetul. Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram sa iesim&lt;br /&gt;afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau Playstation&lt;br /&gt;ci jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf.&lt;br /&gt;            Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam "Fantanita", sau "Flori, fete sau baieti", sau "Adevar sau Provocare", sau orice ne&lt;br /&gt;dadea un pretext sa "pupam pe gura" pe  cine "iubeam"..&lt;br /&gt;            Noi suntem cei care inca au mai "cerut  prietenia", care inca roseam la cuvantul "sex", care dadeam cu banul care sa&lt;br /&gt;intre in farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe care apoi sa le umplem cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor,  care&lt;br /&gt;am completat mii de oracole, sperand ca persoana iubita va citi acolo unde scrie "De cine iti place?" ca ne place de&lt;br /&gt;el/ea.&lt;br /&gt;            Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca  noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si cotiere, nu am&lt;br /&gt;avut scaune speciale in masini, nu am aruncat la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu am avut&lt;br /&gt;pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de copii, nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti cainii si&lt;br /&gt;toate pisicile din cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide si glucide mancam, parintii nostri nu au "child proof the&lt;br /&gt;house", ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie.&lt;br /&gt;            Noi am auzit cum  s-a tras la Revolutie , noi am fost martorii a trei schimbari de bancnote si monede, noi am ras&lt;br /&gt;la bancuri cu Bula, noi am fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la Pro TV , noi suntem cei care mai tinem minte&lt;br /&gt;emisiunea "Feriti-va de magarus".&lt;br /&gt;            Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de "first-timers" ...&lt;br /&gt;            Daca citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri, esti de-alnostru !&lt;br /&gt;            Trimite si la prietenii pe care poate i-ai uitat de mult, saisi aduca aminte si ei.&lt;br /&gt;o seara frumoasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-7567286304380884679?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7567286304380884679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/noi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7567286304380884679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/7567286304380884679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/12/noi.html' title='NOI'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4396132403309075786</id><published>2009-11-09T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:42:40.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>cheesy...but love</title><content type='html'>It’s impossible to grasp just how powerful love is, it can sustain us through trying times or motivate us to make extraordinary sacrifices, it can force decent men to commit the darkest deeds, or compel ordinary women to search for hidden truths, and long after we’re gone love remains burned into our memories…we all search for love but some of us after we found it wish we hadn’t...and we lie to ourselves and others around us...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, each new day brings with it a new set of lies; the worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall to sleep. We whisper them in the dark telling ourselves that we are happy, or that he is happy, that we can change, or that he will change his mind, we persuade ourselves we can live with our sins, or that we could live without him. Yes, each night we go to sleep we the hope that one morning it will all be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4396132403309075786?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4396132403309075786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheesybut-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4396132403309075786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/4396132403309075786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheesybut-love.html' title='cheesy...but love'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6824858792920883662</id><published>2009-10-13T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:51:17.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memoriam'/><title type='text'>In memoriam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSonja%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De ce trebuie sa dispara din viata noastra oameni pentru a ne da seama cat de mult au insemnat? De ce trebuie sa ne certam, de ce ne varsam ura prin ignoranta, de ce tinem mai mult la mandria noastra decat la o prietenie? Si de ce ajungem sa regretam toate astea doar atunci cand o persoana draga pur si simplu nu mai e? Te vei intoarce acasa, in orasul cu tramvai, cu impresia ca o vei intalni din intamplare pe strada. Te vei trezi maine dimineata cu gandul ca poate iesiti la o cafea, nu tarziu vei realiza insa ca timpul a fost necrutator cu ea, ca ea nu a avut timp sa devina, sa fie, a avut timp doar sa existe, sa insemne, sa reprezinte, sa fie acea persoana care lasa in urma dor si drag, si da multa tristeste, dar daca vei reusi sa iti amintesti mereu doar de felul in care zambea, de bucuria cu care umplea camera in care intra, iti vei da seama ca tristetea nu isi are locul in aceasta fraza. Nu fi trist, vi fericit ca ai avut ocazia cu adevarat sa o cunosti…avem viata inainte? Oricine iti va spune asta la 20 de ani, si ea avea viata inainte! Cine a hotarat ca nu are dreptul la ea? Cine a fost atat de crud incat sa poata spune ca 20 de ani au fost de ajuns? Cine e cel care are puterea de a pune punct, la ceva care avea in cel mai rau caz nevoie de o virgule, la o poveste neterminata sau abia inceputa? Cine…? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alergam prin viata fara sa dam importanta lucrurilor marunte, ne trezim traind intr-un desert doar de noi creat, nimic nu ne multumeste, asteptarea e tot timpul prea lunga, asteparile prea mari, rezultatele prea mici sa le putem observa; nu ne bucuram de clipa, nu stim sa o pretuim. In the back of our mind we do not realize the fact that the following moment could not exist. We fight, not realizing that maybe this time, the time you fight might be the last time you see that person. We do not see good in people, we do not see any good in the moment. Moments are precious, whether bad or good, they will soon turn into memories that should never be forgotten. Just like every moment of our lives that we should treasure and remember, we should have treasured you, now we only get to remember. And when the tears are rolling from our eyes, you should know that down here many people will always keep you in their hearts and minds, and they know that you will watch after them from up above…you are in a better place now, it is only thing we get to say to try make the pain go away, though it will never go! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Tot ce pierdem, pierdem pentru totdeauna, ceea ce nu traim la timp nu mai traim niciodata”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6824858792920883662?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6824858792920883662/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-memoriam.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-3671662861688795269</id><published>2009-09-04T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:42:57.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kindheit&lt;br /&gt;                 von &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Da rinnt der Schule lange Angst und Zeit&lt;br /&gt;mit Warten hin, mit lauter dumpfen Dingen.&lt;br /&gt;O Einsamkeit, o schweres Zeitverbringen...&lt;br /&gt;Und dann hinaus: die Straßen sprühn und klingen und auf den Plätzen die Fontänen springen&lt;br /&gt;und in den Gärten wird die Welt so weit -.&lt;br /&gt;Und durch das alles gehn im kleinen Kleid,&lt;br /&gt;ganz anders als die andern gehn und gingen -:&lt;br /&gt;O wunderliche Zeit, o Zeitverbringen,&lt;br /&gt;o Einsamkeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Und in das alles fern hinauszuschauen:&lt;br /&gt;Männer und Frauen; Männer, Männer, Frauen&lt;br /&gt;und Kinder, welche anders sind und bunt;&lt;br /&gt;und da ein Haus und dann und wann ein Hund&lt;br /&gt;und Schrecken lautlos wechselnd mit Vertrauen -:&lt;br /&gt;O Trauer ohne Sinn, o Traum, o Grauen,&lt;br /&gt;o Tiefe ohne Grund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und so zu spielen: Ball und Ring und Reifen&lt;br /&gt;in einem Garten, welcher sanft verblaßt,&lt;br /&gt;und manchmal die Erwachsenen zu streifen,&lt;br /&gt;blind und verwildert in des Haschens Hast,&lt;br /&gt;aber am Abend still, mit kleinen steifen&lt;br /&gt;Schritten nachhaus zu gehn, fest angefaßt -:&lt;br /&gt;O immer mehr entweichendes Begreifen,&lt;br /&gt;o Angst, o Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und stundenlang am großen grauen Teiche&lt;br /&gt;mit einem kleinen Segelschiff zu knien;&lt;br /&gt;es zu vergessen, weil noch andre, gleiche&lt;br /&gt;und schönere Segel durch die Ringe ziehn,&lt;br /&gt;und denken müssen an das kleine bleiche&lt;br /&gt;Gesicht, das sinkend aus dem Teiche schien -:&lt;br /&gt;O Kindheit, o entgleitende Vergleiche.&lt;br /&gt;Wohin? Wohin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-3671662861688795269?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3671662861688795269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindheit-von-rainer-maria-rilke-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3671662861688795269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/3671662861688795269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindheit-von-rainer-maria-rilke-da.html' title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-8012181975103431947</id><published>2009-09-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:42:49.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the same different story'/><title type='text'>sex, drugs and rock'n'roll</title><content type='html'>Te-ai culcat vreo-data cu el din prima noapte si te-ai intrebat daca ai gresit?...ei afla ca, daca a fost suficient de bine, cu siguranta te va cauta si a doua zi...sti, e la fel ca in cazul drogurilor, prima doza e gratis, dupa care incepe sa il coste, si crede-ma chiar daca tu consideri ca pretul e de nimic, pentru el este chiar destul de sau foarte mare...il va costa reamenajarea creierului lui, vei fi ca un designer de interior care incepe sa ii schimbe sinapsele dupa bunul sau plac si chiar daca nu ii convine, stie ca nu e bine si ca s-ar putea alege cu "braindamage" pe viata, nu se va putea opri, pentru ca tu esti dealer-ul si tu pui pretul, el trebuie sa stie doar daca vrea sa il plateasca sau nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-8012181975103431947?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/8012181975103431947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-drugs-and-rocknroll.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8012181975103431947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8012181975103431947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-drugs-and-rocknroll.html' title='sex, drugs and rock&apos;n&apos;roll'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-8229283392556853010</id><published>2009-09-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:25:37.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><title type='text'>ce suflet frumos ai mai ales cand stai pe tocuri de 12...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Sp11KQegSwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V49vR-vEcu0/s1600-h/3EKE1I360999-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Sp11KQegSwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V49vR-vEcu0/s320/3EKE1I360999-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376582349232294658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am revenit! daca va intrebati unde aflati ca la a doua mea casa, in Cluj, dupa un drum pentru care cuvantul "infernal" este mult prea dulce. Am invatat astazi din nou ce inseamna gara, ce inseamna amintirile la care te uiti cum dispar, cu un gust amar deodata cu placuta pe care scrie  comunist "Timisoara Nord". Si te uiti mai apoi in gol, dupa care privesti inainte, la viitoarele amintiri care se vor contura timid in orasul in care nu mai ajungi, acolo unde scrie "Cluj-Napoca". Acum 2 ani, pe acelasi drum prafuit (dar cu un tren net mai curat decat acceleratul Timisoara-Botosani), ma incerca un sentiment de tristete si frica; acum un an sentimentul s-a transformat in nerabdare, in dor si bucurie, iar acum, azi,  plec de acolo cu un gust amar. Nu, nu sunt trista (in cazul in care va intrebati), sunt doar dezgustata de jegul existential in care traim. Am incetat sa mai sper ca "tu" (oricare ai fi) esti altfel...nu, nu esti! si nu vei fi niciodata, pentru simplul fapt ca nu poti. Intr-o zi poate vei vedea acel lucru pe care ti l-ai dorit, pe care ai crezut ca l-ai primit si ca il ai, ca este deja al tau si ca ti se cuvine. vei realiza insa mai apoi ca de fapt nu l-ai avut si nu-l vei avea niciodata...acela sunt eu, iar eu imi apartin mie. De ce? Pentru ca acum, mai mult ca oricand sunt doar a mea. Nu e vorba de nicio declaratie feminista, asta simt sau, mai bine zis asta am invatat sa simt.  Si nu, daca va intrebati sau v-ati intrebat vreo-data daca merita? nu! nu merita!...va merita doar atunci cand va vrea cu adevarat sa stie cine esti, si nu doar "pe sub jartiere"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-8229283392556853010?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/8229283392556853010/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/ce-suflet-frumos-ai-mai-ales-cand-stai.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8229283392556853010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8229283392556853010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/09/ce-suflet-frumos-ai-mai-ales-cand-stai.html' title='ce suflet frumos ai mai ales cand stai pe tocuri de 12...'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Sp11KQegSwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V49vR-vEcu0/s72-c/3EKE1I360999-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-6086060474133029881</id><published>2009-08-31T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:42:22.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plec'/><title type='text'>Ce alegi? Cosmopolitanul sau cartea de povesti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a name="&amp;amp;lid=ProfileJournal_EntryTitleLink" href="http://hi5.com/friend/profile/displayJournalDetail.do?ownerId=37203975&amp;amp;journalId=53526766" class="entry-title-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="entry-time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body" style="width: 595px;"&gt; Neantul ne acopera. As vrea sa scriu acum despre lume si despre mine. Eu nu ma identific insa cu lumea, ea pare acum prea mare pt mine darr prea mica pt ca eu sa am loc sa joc in ea . scriu acum la inceput de viata si spun inceput pentru ca au trecut 19 ani si parca nu a trecut nici unul. Relativitatea timpului ma invaluie si simt cum ma inghite pamantul lui dumnezeu. Scriu acum despre un inceput departe de tot ce am invatat, de tot ce am avut, de tot ce am iubit si inca iubesc. Sunt departe de mine si nu ma regasesc nici printre randuri, nici in carti nici in paharul de "Cola cu lamaie". La inceputul aceste expreiente launtrice numite viata, acel cola cu lamaie a fost inlocuit de un mult mai sofisticat frappe, si odata cu el eu cea de atunci a fost inlocuita de eu cea de acum. Ma plimb pe strazi nicidecum pustii dar atat de goale, si mi-e dor de pustietatea strazilor din "satul cu tramvai", pustietate plina de sentiment, de dor si de mirosul ocrotitor a tot ceea ce stiam deja. Simt acum ca am dat totul pentru nimic si atunci scriu, pentru a comprima nimicul meu si a-l da posteritatii. Sper ca tu, prietene, sa faci din nimicul tau ceva, in singuratatea ta invata ca si peretii iti pot fi prieteni, si hratia si penelul si literele invatate de demult. Invata ca si perna ce iti suporta lacrimile te poate asculta, ca strigatul tau va fi la fel de auzit de ea ca de cei ce acum te inconjoara. Invata sa iti accepti singuratatea ca pe o maturitate dar nu te complace in ea. alearga sa te cunosti chiar si atunci cand nu te regasesti, danseaza ca sa iubesti, chiar si atunci cand acest lucru nu iti e permis, zambeste ca sa cuceresti chiar daca nu crezi in zambetul tau ca in acela imaculat vazut intr-o revista, priveste ca sa iti amintesti. Alearga, danseaza, zambeste, priveste, daca poti si iti permiti luxul iubeste iar din cand in cand acorda-ti un moment in care sa fi tu! DA! inca am voie sa fiu eu, inca am voie sa am doar 19 ani, inca am voie sa fiu copil, inca am voie sa nu dau dovada de maturitatea pe care tu mi-o ceri fara ca asta sa fie confundata cu prostie. Si daca tu o numesti prostie, inseamna ca tu nu mai sti sa fi copil, inseamna ca pana si inteligenta ta e relativa.&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa ce mi-am permis sa fiu copil, imi voi lua din nou pantofii cu toc si sacoul negru, nu voi uita fondul de ten si rujul rosu si nici Cosmopolitanul din geanta mult prea mare dar niciodata destul de incapatoare. Imi voi scrie din nou in frunte crezul cum ca voi ajunge si eu mare, ma voi stradui din rasputeri sa fiu perfecta chiar daca asta nu se va intampla niciodata si voi creste din nou. Dar stiu ca mi-am odihnit lacrimile in copilul din mine, in fetita creata ce inca nu e femeie, dar de multe ori se vrea a fi. Poate prea devrem sa fiu femeie, poate prea tarziu sa fiu copil, dar poate momentul ideal sa fiu cate putin din fiecare. Norocosilor voi ce le cunoasteti pe amandoua cele ce zac in mine. Si stai, nu te agita, nu am zis sa ma crest, pentru asta exista constiinta mea. dar da-mi timp sa cresc si dca imi suporti umbra ce se va extinde continuu, accepta-ma langa tine. Dar nu imi lua armele si sperantele si visele, sustine-ma si plangi cu mine, iar daca nu o faci nu imi judeca lacrimile. Inca nu stiu ce vrei, fetita sau femeia, rujul rosu sau buclele inocente, maturitatea sau stangacia? Ei bine, daca nu te poti decide, cu atat mai bine, odata cu mine le primesti pe toate, si Cosmopolitanul si cartea de povesti din amintirile bunicii. Tot ce te rog acum e sa le iei ca atare, nu incerca sa le schimbi le voi schimba eu pe toate atunci cand va veni momentul, accepta-ma pe mine, fetita creata care isi doreste atat de mult sa spuna un simplu dar atat de complicat "te iubesc!". &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-6086060474133029881?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6086060474133029881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/ce-alegi-cosmopolitanul-sau-cartea-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6086060474133029881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/6086060474133029881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/ce-alegi-cosmopolitanul-sau-cartea-de.html' title='Ce alegi? Cosmopolitanul sau cartea de povesti?'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-86772535049356934</id><published>2009-08-31T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:00:30.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><title type='text'>nebun de alb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body" style="width: 595px;"&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://uneksia.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/nebun-de-alb/" title="Citeste nebun de alb"&gt;nebun de alb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum sunt mai pustiu ca totdeauna&lt;br /&gt;De cand ma simt tot mai bogat de tine&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi stau pe tampla soarele si luna&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi-e cel mai rau si cel mai bine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Si uite n-are cine sa ne-ajute&lt;br /&gt;Abia-si mai duce lumea ale sale&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Si pe-un perete alb de muze mute&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nebunii negri-si cauta o cale&lt;br /&gt;Si te iubesc cu mila si cu groaza&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-i al tau mi se cuvine mie&lt;br /&gt;Ca un nebun de alb ce captureaza&lt;br /&gt;Regina neagra pentru o vesnicie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prin gari descreierate accidente&lt;br /&gt;Marfare triste vin in miezul verii&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu sunt plin de gesturi imprudente&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa te apropii si ca sa te sperii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jur -imprejur privelisti aberante&lt;br /&gt;Copii fragili purtand parinti inspate&lt;br /&gt;Batrani cu sanii gri de os pe pante&lt;br /&gt;Si albastrosi venind din zari uscate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mi-e dor de tine si iti caut chipul&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare margine a firii&lt;br /&gt;In podul palmei daca prind nisipul&lt;br /&gt;Simt un inel jucandu-se de-a mirii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I-aud prin batalii din vreme-n vreme&lt;br /&gt;Ostasii garzii tale ti se-nchina&lt;br /&gt;Iubita mea cu foarte mari probleme&lt;br /&gt;Cu chip slavon sï nume de regïna&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(A. Paunescu)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-86772535049356934?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/86772535049356934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/nebun-de-alb.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/86772535049356934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/86772535049356934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/nebun-de-alb.html' title='nebun de 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title=''/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-4491178665947828562</id><published>2009-08-31T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:41:33.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cosmogonia mea personala adauga la haosul primordial o infinitate de puncte de suspensie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-4491178665947828562?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' 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Plec din nou pentru a ma putea intoarce, ingramadita printre muntii de bagaje ce mi-au invadat camera, incerc sa deslusesc intelesul ultimelor ore petrecute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acasa&lt;/span&gt;. e unul din cele mai frumoase cuvinte pentru ca aici, acasa, ma asteapta intotdeauna o imbratisare calda, un zambet drag si cunoscut, o vorba buna...aici sunt linistita, e linistea mea si a mintii mele. plec cu gandul ca in 10 zile ma voi intoarce pe meleaguri de mult cunoscute. plec din ceea ce a fost una din cele mai frumoase vacante, un amalgam de sentimente, prea putin gandite, care nici azi nu isi gasesc logica si explicatia, dar azi au obosit sa o mai caute. am venit si iubeam, plec si iubesc in continuare, doar ca acum ma iubesc mai mult pe mine, fetita sau femeia, pe amandoua cele din mine, ele sunt mai importante decat ei, decat ei toti la un loc...cat timp voi mai avea bronzul pe piele stiu sigur ca nu voi uita, bronzul si soarele imi vor aminti mereu... sau cel putin pana cand le va inghiti gerul iernii...pana atunci insa I'll continue to be the cinnamon skin to bring sin to your mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-2906226404372884030?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/2906226404372884030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/este-iar-soare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2906226404372884030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/2906226404372884030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/este-iar-soare.html' title='Este iar soare...'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424402600007856153.post-8074785956371557187</id><published>2009-08-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:49:42.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de Vama'/><title type='text'>stil a teenager in the back of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Spp0bUNXG9I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVb8xhDUDPE/s1600-h/4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 203px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375737117850147794" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Spp0bUNXG9I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVb8xhDUDPE/s320/4289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ce este viata? viata este ca un film porno suedez subtitrat in olandeza. Adica intelegi actiunea fara sa prinzi si sensul povestii. Mai exact, n-o sa intelegi niciodata de ce negrul nu a ramas cu blonda, desi la inceput parea ca se iubeau. La fel probabil, nu am inteles nici eu de ce am mers pentru prima oara in vama, in vama veche. Stiu doar ca acum imi e ingorzitor de dor de acel loc, mi-e dor si mi-as fi dorit sa merg si anul asta sa salvez vama, sau ce a mai ramas din ea impreuna cu voi, toti cei care stiti ce inseamna o vara cu cortul pe plaja, fara hotel de 5 stele cu mic dejun si piscina incluse. De cine as fi vrut, sau am fi vrut sa salvam vama? Pai, probabil cam de aceleasi lucruri ca si anul trecut: de mama aluia care a inventat plasticul, de tatal aluia care a inventat pet-ul de bere aruncat chiar langa cos, de bunicul aluia care a inventat textila, de nepotii aluia care au inventat maneaua, iar dusmanii-i poarta pica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si poate ca anul asta nu mai suntem doar impotriva a ceva ci pentru ceva: pentru toate cuplurile discrete care stiu ca a face dragoste pe plaja nu se compara cu nimic in lume si care nu ne-au deranjat niciodata de cand venim in vama, - pentru ei deci-, pentru cei mai frumosi sani care si-au scirs declaratia de independenta inca de acum 10-15 ani, pe nisipul plajelor pustii din Vama de odinioara (inainte ca zicala "unde nu-i cap, vai de silicoane" sa fi aparut inca), pentru cei mai frumosi barbati care stiau sa joace bridge la fel de bine si in costum, dar mai ales in costumul lui Adam, si pentru toate Evele care si-au pierdut ingenuitatea in Vama - asadar pentru cei care stiu sa iubeasca tare si apasat, am decis ca macar anul viitor: mergem in vama! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama, imi dai si mie bani de tren, ca de restul ma descurc in Vama!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424402600007856153-8074785956371557187?l=curlydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/feeds/8074785956371557187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/stil-teenager-in-back-of-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8074785956371557187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424402600007856153/posts/default/8074785956371557187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlydream.blogspot.com/2009/08/stil-teenager-in-back-of-my-mind.html' title='stil a teenager in the back of my mind'/><author><name>le_rêve_bouclè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127352891452550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/TOpzrqhf4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pjcl_dYor10/S220/DSC_1839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtXl8rTHBjE/Spp0bUNXG9I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVb8xhDUDPE/s72-c/4289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
