tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25835080969287058302011-11-12T06:04:46.598-08:00...totul pare un vis ciudat, initial vrei sa traiesti visul apoi doresti sa ramai in el dar cand realizezi ca totul e fantastic te trezesti...de ce realitatea e asa cruda? nu putem fi si noi fericiti ca in vis....?...bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-69500988361899443662008-09-16T13:40:00.000-07:002008-09-17T04:41:35.203-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Scuzati ca scriu asa de tarziu dupa 6 zile , dar e greu sa asimilezi cele pretrecute in acea zi deosebita de 10 septembrie . Pentru unii e o zi normala, dar pentru noi ( o gasca nebuna de 7 fete : biby ,andreea, raluca , camy , dy , maria si kattya ) este deosebita si mereu va fi ... deoarece am petrecut impreuna cele mai frumoase ore si destinatia finala a fost intalnirea supriza cu membrii trupei .ZERO . Bineinteles ca am avut si ceva complici pe Dj-ul trupei Oxi si pe chitaristul Papu carora le multumim din toata inima fara ei nu am fi putut face nimic. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">"Tinta" noastra a fost Laur- solistul trupei- care implinea 25 de anishori si nu puteam sa nu ne facem aparitia si noi. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Actiunea a avut loc undeva in bucuresti pe la 20:30 in piata romana , la terasa everest...ceva simplu , dar placut ( am ascultat muzica indienilor , in timp ce emotiile fetelor cresteau in asteptarea baietilor)... Pe la 9 fara 20 isi fac aparitia baietii ...am luat cadoul , tortul , aparatele foto si emotiile cu noi si am mers la masa sarbatoritului . Ciudat sau nu a fost atat de surprins cand ne-a vazut .Vreoia sa se ridice de pe scaun sau sa se aseze , nu stia exact ... am inceput sa-i cantam la multi ani ( am cam falsat ,dar ei sunt profesionistii nu noi:P ) . Am mers la masa noastra cu ei caci era mai mult spatiu unde a desfacut cadoul , a citit mesajele de la fani si unde se "bateau" de la acadelele din caodul lui Laur ...s-au discutat multe ( nu cred ca are rost sa dam detalii) . </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">La plecare s-au facut poze era ca la circ nici nu stiai ce se petrece ... rasetele si bucuria atrageau atentia si privirile nedumerite ale trecatorilor, care i-au recunoscut imediat ca fiind bandul emisiunii Happy Hour . </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Foarte ciudat pentru unii dar foarte normal pentru noi sa fim alaturi de oamenii pe care ii iubim , admiram si sustinem... Aceasta experienta o vom repeta in curand ... nici nu stiu ei cand o sa aterizam, iar in bucuresti din toate colturile tarii ...</span></strong><br /><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Dupa ce au plecat seara pentru noi a continuat cu multe peripetii , dar le vom pastra pentru noi :D :P ...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Mai jos aveti ceva pose si un filmulet .... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/SNAhtfaDwWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SYP3oB5q8zE/s1600-h/IMG_1506.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246730631295254882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/SNAhtfaDwWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SYP3oB5q8zE/s400/IMG_1506.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><a 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/></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-59174607915137948812008-04-19T13:10:00.000-07:002008-04-19T13:38:45.370-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Azi a fost o zi frumoasa soarele a stralucit pe cer , copii cu parintii si bunicii se plimbau prin parc, numai mie mi se parea ca totul e un vis. Incercam sa zambesc si eu dar nu puteam , oricat as incerca sa explic acel lucru care imi lipsea nu pot .E ceva pe care nici eu nu-l pot intelege . Daca cineva ar veni acum si mi-ar spune ca fericirea inseamna altceva decat a simti ca traiesti as crede ca e bolnav .Pentru un strop de fericire as da orice , nici macar in vis nu mai zambesc ... noaptea ma trezesc plangand si prinvind in gol... dimineatza incepe cu "stangul" ... urmeaza o zi monotona si plina de stres . As vrea sa evadez din lumea mea sa plec sa nu mai privesc in urma mea sau sa ma gandesc la altii. Am obosit sa pun pe primul loc prietenii falsi si apoi pe mine . Multi m-ati considera egoista dupa ce veti citi, dar nu sunt deloc asa nimeni nu merita sa renunt la mine si desi nu e bine mereu fac aceasta greseala.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Incep sa obosesc sa mai sper ca vreodata voi putea fi si eu fericita ... sa mai zambesc de dragul celor din jur sa nu ma vada trista... sa nu ma intrebe ai mei daca am patit ceva ... sa astept ziua in care as putea sa ma intalnesc cu prietenii mei Raluk, Skipy,Deyu si multi altii...imi face bine sa vorbesc cu ei dar cand vine momentul sa mergem sa dormim si inchid pc-ul se lasa o liniste in camera ce ma infioara, apoi stau si ma gandesc "viata asta oare o sa ma lase vreodata in pace"? Parca e hotarata sa ma faca nefericita... de fiecare data cand simt o scanteie mica de bucurie o ploaie rece o stinge si incet incet ma scufund in intuneric ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">In seara asta as fi vrut sa fiu intr-un loc cu niste oameni pe care ii admir pentru tot ceea ce fac si nu s-a putut , ma bucur pentru cei care i-au intalnit in seara asta dar mi-e greu sa ma gandesc ca nu am fost si eu acolo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Dar un lucru m-a facut sa-mi dau seama ca este cineva acolo care nu m-a uitat... gestul lui m-a impresionat si surprins pot spune... cand simteam ca timpul trece cu viteza luminii , iar totul in jur are alt ritm de viata si eu parca ma misc in reluare ...mi-a dat un impuls o palma sa ma trezesc din cosmarul asta... Cine stie poate in seara asta totul se va petrece altfel iar viata mea va reveni la normal, desi nu cred dar macar sper...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-5917460791513794881?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-39224139695787958822008-02-22T12:30:00.000-08:002008-12-10T00:35:53.100-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/R78xSEBNjhI/AAAAAAAAACw/yhBcQdx17Lc/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169905083630849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/R78xSEBNjhI/AAAAAAAAACw/yhBcQdx17Lc/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">As vrea sa cred ca totu-i pustiu<br />Lumea se spulbera totul devine nul<br />Oamenii mor se distrug intre ei<br />Cosmarul de azi e visul de ieri<br />Ziua esti vesel noaptea esti trist<br />Visul de ieri se afunda in abis<br />Cosmarul de azi te atrage incet<br />Intunericul te cuprinde te macina complet<br />Incerci sa-mi explici dar e in zadar<br />Nu pot sa-nteleg ce vrei sa faci<br />Poate doar incerci sa zbori , sa tipi, sa taci<br />Poate doar... incerci sa scapi...<br />Viata-i un drog de ce nu intelegi<br />Clipele ce trec ti se par ani<br />Secundele se scurg ca sangele prin vene<br />Inima pulseaza doar durere<br />Lacrimile cad si ti se par a fi grele<br />Durerea e frumoasa dar speranta se pierde...<br />Pleaca catre orizonturi noi<br />Cauta sa speri in lucruri noi<br />Pleaca uita de mn,de noi<br />Ochii incep sau par ca ti se intuneca<br />Drogheaza-te cu viata<br />Moartea o fi ea o scapare<br />Dar nu si o realizare....</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-3922413969578795882?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-82519517437006094632007-11-30T11:47:00.000-08:002008-12-10T00:35:53.352-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/R1BpUHVrbWI/AAAAAAAAACM/HSF64bm8jFc/s1600-R/Imag214.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138722969118010722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/R1BpUHVrbWI/AAAAAAAAACM/azvbsoBTlq8/s320/Imag214.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><strong><br /></strong><tbody><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>As vrea sa dorm adanc</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong> </strong></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>In vis sa ma inec plangand</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lacrimile sa-mi inece glasul</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Caci numai pot vorbi</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Limba mi s-a intepenit</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Spinii cu sange rece m-au inveninat</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Albastrul ochilor</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Usor se duce</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Spre al negrului de mult chemat...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ma simt ciudat</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Noaptea ma trezesc si ma uit pe geam</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Vad luna si simt dorinta ce arde in piept</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sa-ti smulg inima si sa te privesc incet</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cum stai in agonie si gemi</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ochii mei albastri te doboara lent...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>-Ce faci acum?Ma parasesti?</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Nu dragul , tu ma urmezi!!!</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Acum esti si tu monstru ca mine</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ucizi si te bucuri cand sangele in corp ...vine...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cand sange dulce si proaspat simti</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Si nu te saturi sa gusti din el</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ucizi ca un animal salbatic</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Si te hranesti cu el</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dar...nu de foame....</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ci de placere</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cand vezi cum mor suflete si gem de durere</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Iti plac copii</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sangele lor</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Caci e mai dulce</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Si te poarta in zbor </strong></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Plutesti ca o pasare in vis</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Pe cerul ce de mult iti doreai</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sa-l fi atins</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dar...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Am uitat sa-ti spun</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ziua cand vine</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Creaturile somnul si-l duc</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tu nu ai stiut </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Si soarele te-a stins</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Te-a nimicit</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Si praf ai devenit...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Adio creatura a noptii</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Pacat ca ai cazut prada mortii...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">.... ingerul negru....</span></p><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span></p><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></div></td></p></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></p></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-8251951743700609463?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-24801960803573071012007-11-15T06:27:00.000-08:002008-12-10T00:35:53.496-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rzxcc9dENDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WhDtLkK2pI4/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133079327898088498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rzxcc9dENDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WhDtLkK2pI4/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>"...Si ingeri plang ...<br />Plang de durere ...<br />In abisul negru invelit de tacere ...<br />Si ingeri ma roaga ...<br />Ma roaga sa vin ...<br />Sa vin dupa tine ...<br />Sa-ti spun ce simt ...<br />Simt ca tot mai mult ma sting...</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Iubesc....dar iubesc in gol...</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>Iubesc un suflet amagitor ...<br />Iubesc de dor ...<br />De dragul amintirilor...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>Ma inec in marea iluziilor...<br /><br />Ingeri imi spun ca si tu ma iubesti...<br />Dar numai tu adevarul graiesti ...<br />Spune-mi tu...ma... Iubesti?...<br />Dar sincer nu as vrea sa stiu ...<br />Raspunsul tau...<br />De frica ca ma vei rani mai rau...</em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>"</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-2480196080357307101?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-25615942363038842722007-11-14T10:49:00.000-08:002008-12-10T00:35:53.702-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/RztHdwvdd9I/AAAAAAAAABs/gCqL6zUHPao/s1600-h/collage200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132774776944555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/RztHdwvdd9I/AAAAAAAAABs/gCqL6zUHPao/s320/collage200.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">"...Stau si privesc catre cer<br />Si multe lacrimi cad pline de mister<br />Si incerc sa deslusesc taina iubirii<br />Inecata in amarul amintirii<br />Si ma intreb de ce oare<br />Multe lacrimi cad<br />Si-au sa cada in continuare<br />De ce viata e asa de rea<br />Si de ce dracu exista EA...iubirea..."<br /><br />.....................................<br /><br />"...Cand noaptea va veni<br />Totul se va sfarsi<br />Ea usor va prevesti<br />Un nou inceput<br />O viata mai buna<br />O dragoste mai pura<br />Un suflet nevinovat<br />Usor m-a impresionat<br />Glasul lui m-a alinat<br />Forta noua el mi-a dat...<br />dar...<br />Ma gandesc asa<br />Dragostea asta nu se va putea realiza<br />Suntem despartiti mereu<br />Distanta e dusmanul meu<br />Sa-l cunosc cu adevarat mi-e greu<br />Totul e doar un VIS...<br />e un vis neimplinit<br />Si greu de realizat<br />Dar usor de imaginat.<br />Traiesc in lumea mea de vis<br />Unde totul e permis si usor de atins ...<br />Unde te intalnesc mereu<br />Doar pe tine ingerasul meu..."<br /><br />..........................................<br /><br /><br />...ca un inger funebru zbor peste tine<br />incerc sa te ating<br />dar sufletul ma tine<br />legata cu spini<br />si sangele curge<br />incet in mine intunericul strapunge<br />dureros si rece<br />simt cum aripile se rup<br />si cad in gol<br />ca o cometa ce arde<br />si apoi de pamantul aspru<br />ma voi izbi<br />bucati ma voi face<br />si voi deveni amintiri...<br />nepasator si rece tu vei privi<br />cum sufletul meu pulbere va deveni<br />cenusa mi-o vei lua<br />si aspru tu vei plange<br />cand inima ta va realiza<br />ca tot ceam simtit yo candva<br />a fost iubirea ceo vei simti si tu acum<br />dar...<br />sa spulberat atunci cand<br />cu indiferenta tu mai tratat...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-2561594236303884272?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-42264595554580605672007-11-13T11:41:00.000-08:002008-12-10T00:35:53.993-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rzsvgwvdd7I/AAAAAAAAABc/HQjXeItIUxw/s1600-h/bibys1``.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132748440205096882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rzsvgwvdd7I/AAAAAAAAABc/HQjXeItIUxw/s320/bibys1%60%60.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>~Vino acum</strong><br /><strong>langa mn sa fii...</strong><br /><strong>In gandul meu doar u existi</strong><br /><strong>vino acum...</strong><br /><strong>Numai suport sa te vad cum plangi</strong><br /><strong>ma doare...</strong><br /><strong>Acolo sus...</strong><br /><strong>mereu cineva te va pazi </strong><br /><strong>Cand yo nu voi mai fi </strong><br /><strong>si trupul in cenusa se va transforma </strong><br /><strong>Si vantul rece aievea va batea </strong><br /><strong>ducand departe tot cea mai ramas...</strong><br /><strong>Nimicul de mine devine Anonimat...~</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>....................................................................................</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>... Aievea astept clipa in care nu voi mai fi ...</strong><br /><strong>Sa renuntz la viata in scopul si speranta </strong><br /><strong>Ca pe lumea cealalta cu tine voi fi...</strong><br /><strong>Mie frik sa ies si sa te privesc </strong><br /><strong>Ochii tai reci ma imping in intuneric </strong><br /><strong>Singuratatea ma-nconjoara si usor ma ucide...</strong><br /><strong>Privirea tah ma arde ma zapaceste mereu... </strong><br /><strong>Dandu-mi impresia ca gresesc numai yo ...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>.....................................................................................</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>....O inima seaca ce bate in mn </strong><br /><strong>Ma tine la zid departe de tine</strong><br /><strong>Ma tine captiva </strong><br /><strong>Ma tine in intuneric </strong><br /><strong>Sa nu ma topesc de raza luminii si speranta iubirii</strong><br /><strong>O lacrima neagra imi atarna de sufletul meu </strong><br /><strong>Secatuit de rautatea ta si de indiferenta </strong><br /><strong>Ce ma tine departe de inima ta...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>........................................................................................</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>~Un zambet mereu va alunga norii negrii din viata ta</strong><br /><strong>Pacat ca zambetul mereu va fi umbrit de un nor ce stropii sai reci usor il va ingheta~</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>~...Departe ma pierd in zare cautand in adancul sufletului meu acel zambet cu care mereu iam inveselit pe apropiatii mei...dar degeaba cand vezi ca tot ce iubesti moare si cenusa lui dispare nuti mai ramane decat gandul ca asa de repede ai sa te duci si tu...si nu ramane in urma ta decat o amintire a ceai fost tu candva...o gaza mica si neinsemnata pe care tocmai ei au strivito si au lasato in agonia mortii si a nepasatoarei soarte...~</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>...~zi de zi pas cu pas te gandesti ca si el te iubeste si tu il iubesti si-ti da speranta mai departe sa mergi sa strigi in gura mare ca el e tot ceti doresti si o viata ai in care numai pe el il doresti~...IndraGosTita...</strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td height="1" unselectable="on" style="font-size:1pt;"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-4226459555458060567?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-59219582686298000712007-09-27T09:03:00.000-07:002007-09-28T08:11:51.616-07:00<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Azi mi s-a intamplat sa trec pe langa o mama cu un bebe mic si singurul lucru la care mam gandit a fost ca si existenta pe pamant are legile sale...o fiinta se naste pentru ca alta moare...e un proces continuu, fiecare din noi ajunge acolo unde sufletului sau i se poate da sansa de a se naste din nou poate intro viata mai buna...nu ati observat ca de multe ori cand vi se intampla cate ceva aveti impresia ca ati mai vazut sau vi s-a mai intamplat?ca totul e familiar ... totul vi se arata pe fragmente si credeti ca vi se pare...fiecare dintre noi avem o dublura care traieste concomitent cu noi dar intro lume dimensionala si care este in stransa legatura cu noi...totul pare o prostie , dar de unde stim noi ca nui adevarat. orice pare posibil ,viata ea insasi e ca un lant al slabiciunilor,dak o veriga se rupe totul se transforma in haos. e greu sa pierzi pe cineva ,dar e mult mai greu cand vezi ca cei dragi se duc pe rand unul dupa altul si tu ramai singur al nimanui...viata e un joc de noroc ...castigi dar mai mult pierzi...</span></strong><br /></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-5921958268629800071?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-63909188305272880492007-09-27T08:40:00.000-07:002008-12-10T00:35:54.183-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rvzb5p2fpfI/AAAAAAAAABU/ll4g4UWyZeg/s1600-h/t250-thumb-15188745-60810277.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115205060319487474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/Rvzb5p2fpfI/AAAAAAAAABU/ll4g4UWyZeg/s320/t250-thumb-15188745-60810277.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>.."Pe fiecare om de pe fata pamantului il asteapta o comoara undeva", ii spuse inima.Noi inimile, obisnuiam sa vorbim putin despre aceste comori pentru ca atunci oamenii nu mai vor sa le gaseasca. Vorbim despre ele numai copiilor.Apoi lasam viata sa-l indeparteze pe fiecare spre destinul sau. Dar , din nefericire, putini urmeaza drumul care le este trasat, adica drumul fericirii. ei cred ca lumea este un lucru amenintator si de aceea lumea chiar devine amenintatoare....</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-6390918830527288049?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-38291857138398042592007-09-27T08:14:00.000-07:002008-12-10T00:35:54.401-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/RzsxQgvdd8I/AAAAAAAAABk/Aj_OBIDXH9g/s1600-h/collage71.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132750360055478210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otwFKgLgOZM/RzsxQgvdd8I/AAAAAAAAABk/Aj_OBIDXH9g/s320/collage71.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">"...nimeni nu intelege motivul pentru care tristetea exista pe lume. exista pentru a ne alina suferinta , pentru a ne tine de urat sau pentru a ne amara viata. multi tineri din toata lumea sufera de boala asta, cauta in adancul tau o farama de speranta de care sa te agati astfel incat tristetea sa dispara. o inima fara speranta nu traieste...din speranta se naste iubirea...iar din iubire prietenia...nu lasa pe nimeni si nimic sa-ti umbreasca fericirea...tu contezi cel mai mult.pacat ca tot ce te inconjoara prieteni , familie, nu te ajuta...mereu se intampla sa te inchizi in tine incercand sa cauti o iesire dar tot ce faci e sa te afunzi in intuneric tipand si plangang de durere...simtindu-te singur uitat de toti ... multi ar crede ca esti nebun...dar nu-i asa, esti deprimat , melancolic, afundat intro lume , intrun cosmar ce te macina putin cate putin pana totul se va sfarsi.....sa speri ca totul va lua sfarsit e o prostie , sa visezi la ziua de maine e o fantezie.realitatea e dura si plina de spini care te-au inconjurat ca niste fiare salbatice gata sa-si devoreze prada . pacat ca nu e nimeni sa te ajute...ajungi sa crezi ca dumnezeu te-a uitat si ca nu aid reptul la fericire.... crezi ca e bine sa traiesti asa? asta e solutia eu zic ca nu... cauta un scop si lupta cu tine insuti... asta e solutia pentru a scapa...."</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-3829185713839804259?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583508096928705830.post-89785820037016921022007-09-27T08:07:00.000-07:002007-09-27T11:17:03.900-07:00<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>...Privesc adanc<br />Pierduta in intuneric<br />Cautand o amintire<br />O speranta, o iluzie,<br />Poate chiar un raspuns...<br />Dar tot ce gasesc e...o naluca...<br />O fantasma ce ma ucide, ma chinuie<br />Nu-mi da pace...<br />Ma face sa plang, sa spun vorbe grele...<br />Dar intunericul se spulbera<br />Privirea mi se lumineaza<br />Naluca dispare...ce se intampla?<br />Un sentiment ciudat ma cuprinde<br />Inima imi bate incet<br />Camera e pustie<br />O imagine apare...e ce cred eu?<br />Da....<br />Esti tu baiatul cu ochii de foc<br />Privirea ta ma arde<br />Zambetul tau aspru ma izbeste<br />Prezenta ta...usor ma doboara<br />Te porti de parca nu mai cunoaste<br />Nu-s o straina,<br />Sunt si eu o inchipuire,<br />A mintii mele bolnave?<br />Oare...viata mea nu e decat un cosmar...<br />Oare...eu...sunt naluca?<br />Cine sunt eu...<br />Ma ratacesc in labirintul intunericului<br />Nu am nici o scapare...<br />E greu sa ma regasesc....<br /></strong></span><br /></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583508096928705830-8978582003701692102?l=zuzyzyzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bibyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257253501647340626noreply@blogger.com0