<?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-9162263163453790858</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:17:49.243-08:00</updated><category term='sesiune de comunicari'/><category term='timp'/><category term='iubita'/><category term='desen'/><category term='nefezabil'/><category term='Chitara'/><category term='2009'/><category term='scoica'/><category term='destin'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='realizare'/><category term='frumusete'/><category term='j urat'/><category term='revolutie'/><category term='parere'/><category term='Cezara'/><category term='fructe'/><category term='implinire'/><category term='om de zapada'/><category 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Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4072055758798547414</id><published>2011-06-11T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:41:58.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesiune de comunicari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film de 10 minute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an nou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='producator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aplauze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regizot'/><title type='text'>Imi creste inima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-da3frd8tKmM/TfPMbzQpo0I/AAAAAAAAAds/E2u4MkNcqSk/s1600/SAM_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617057938249720642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-da3frd8tKmM/TfPMbzQpo0I/AAAAAAAAAds/E2u4MkNcqSk/s400/SAM_0897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si daca nu am reusit sa ma fac actrita..asa cum visam demult…nu am crezut ca o sa traiesc vreodata sentimentul omului de pe scena. Stiam ca oamenii aplauda dupa o piesa de teatru, un concert sau un spectacol. Rareori am auzit aplauze dupa vizionarea unui film. Ca adica pe cine aplauzi la film? Actorii de oricum nu aud fiindca nu sunt in sala.&lt;br /&gt;Eu am primit azi aplauze. Pentru modestul meu documentar.Primult documentar de film din viata mea. Facut cu buget 0 (adica am apelat la bunavointa prietenilor, a prietenilor prietenilor mei si a scumpilor mei profesori de Jurnalism din Romania), documentarul meu nu se ridica la standarde de Hollywood, insa a reusit sa capteze atentia prin ideea, firul povestirii si noutatea punerii in imagine a ceea ce poate multi stiau deja (sau poate nu).&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata zambesc la auzul intrebarii “Cu ce ai venit nou?”. Intrebarea e hazlie in anumite directii. Cu totii stim ca nimic nu e nou sub soare..si ca ce s-a facut se va mai face…..poate sub alta forma..si aici intervine originalitatea. Pai daca finanatatorul Titanicului premiat la Oscar ar fi intrebat “Cu ce vii tu nou?......, ca filmul cu povestea Titanicului a mai fost facut cu cativa ani inainte..Bla,bla…”sigur ca filmul nu s-a r mai fi produs. Ideea e nu sa vii cu ceva nou, ci sa reusesti sa faci si ceva vechi sa arate nou si original. Si sa placa sau sa foloseasca publicului larg sau restrains. Si asta e valabil in toate domeniile de cercetare.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca mai scutiti-ma voi astia care ma intrebati pe la conferinte sau sesiuni de comunicari, cu ce vin eu nou!&lt;br /&gt;Si da! Am simtit cum imi creste inima sub auzul aplauzelor.&lt;br /&gt;Un sentiment care da dependenta. Placuta dependenta. Creeaza o stare de bine si nu are efecte secundare negativeJ&lt;br /&gt;Astept urmatoarea data cand ma voi imbata cu aplauzele voastre, ale tuturor. Asadar, munca mea nu este in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va pup si va imratisez cu drag! &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/9162263163453790858-4072055758798547414?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4072055758798547414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4072055758798547414' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4072055758798547414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4072055758798547414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2011/06/imi-creste-inima.html' title='Imi creste inima'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-da3frd8tKmM/TfPMbzQpo0I/AAAAAAAAAds/E2u4MkNcqSk/s72-c/SAM_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8964538905608701491</id><published>2011-04-24T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:04:19.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paste'/><title type='text'>Pentru tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhCuMDTPhvE/TbQ1VSsjAWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/M69AeTT-uUA/s1600/favorita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599158876640575842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhCuMDTPhvE/TbQ1VSsjAWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/M69AeTT-uUA/s400/favorita1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Luu-LXaLmeU/TbQ0kZqk-AI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rAj4DvyRAkc/s1600/Imagine0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E Paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Din nou departe de casa. Casa parintilor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poate ca sunt &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;insa aproape de casa-mi. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Viitoarea casa a mea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi lipseste. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi lipseste un loc al meu. Undeva unde sa stiu &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ca ma pot intoarce. Undeva unde sa vin si sa revin cu drag. Un loc unde sa-mi depozitez toate amintirile. Si jucariile de plus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi lipseste. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viata este surprinzatoare. Viata este energie si atractie de energie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si am sa am ce-mi lipseste daca voi avea cu adevarat nevoie. Si noi oamenii ne-am nascut atatea si atatea nevoi…prea multe nevoi are fiecare om. Si eu…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simt nevoie de apartenenta, de liniste si pace..de calmitate, voiosie si zambet. Simt nevoia de success. De un prea mare succes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caci viata este atat de scurta. Si nu stii ce va urma dupa. Si nu poti lasa ceva nefacut azi, sperand ca vei face maine , in alta viata…sau in alta lume. Ca nu stii daca va fi o alta viata.sau o alta lume..Nu stii nimic..si de aceea acum trebuie sa le faci pe toate. Sa te simti implinit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numai un las ar putea sa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;renunte la visurile, la idealurile si nevoile sale..motivand ca le va satisface “in alta viata”. Pe Pamant nu exista “o alta viata”. Exista doar ceea ce ai acum, aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crede.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viata e un cerc. Primesti ceea ce dai, dai ceea ce primesti…..tu nici macar nu-ti dai seama .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si fiindca atunci cand dai…fireste este sa nu te astepti la a primi ceva in schimb &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(a darui fara a dramui), natura face sa-ti fie rasplatit darul, si de fiecare data iti ofera cu mult mai mult. Mai mult bine,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mai mult sau mai putin &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rau. Tu nici macar nu-ti dai seama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si traiesti fiindca esti inconjurat de prieteni. Si cel mai fercitit moment este cand iti gasesti propriul prieten de suflet…tu insuti. Fii sincer asadar cu prietenul tau . Nu-l minti. Nu te minti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apoi multi altii ti se vor alatura ca prieteni. Si-ti vor zambi. Sincer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hristos a Inviat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8964538905608701491?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8964538905608701491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8964538905608701491' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8964538905608701491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8964538905608701491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhCuMDTPhvE/TbQ1VSsjAWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/M69AeTT-uUA/s72-c/favorita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1715817969481918332</id><published>2011-04-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:36:36.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miniaturisti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma numesc Rosu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antropologie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orhan Pamuk'/><title type='text'>Dupa 4 luni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiUe7bEqPHs/TaH32xr7_7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/l8ENYGFWfQo/s1600/21022011017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594024732593487794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiUe7bEqPHs/TaH32xr7_7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/l8ENYGFWfQo/s400/21022011017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Pictura ii apartine lui Ciprian Cuconu....cat de frumoasa poate sa fie nuditatea (sic!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surad acum cand citesc vechea mea postare din preajma Anului Nou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa trag linie sa vad ce s-a facut si ce nu s-a facut? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ..inca nu……liniile se trag la sfarsitul anului. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si de cand iau pastilele alea antidepresive parca nu mai sunt asa de pesimista:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si tot nu pot sa dorm..gandesc prea mult:P....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am terminat astazi “Ma numesc Rosu” de Orhan Pamuk. Cea mai buna carte pe care as fi putut s-o citesc vreodata. STIL descriptiv unic, frumusete lirica, fir epic excelent. Istorie, antropologie, viata sociala, datini si obiceiuri. Lumea miniaturistilor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minunat roman si nou pentru mine ca subiect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa spun ca mi-au luat doi ani ca s-o citesc? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am zambit cand am terminat-o. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sfarsitul e de asemenea excelent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A venit primavara! Si la mine e primavera !!!....si la tine sper ca e la fel. O fi la fel? Nu mai ai demult curaj sa-mi scrii. Lungile tale scrisori s-au preschimbat in doua paragrafe …apoi in cateva fraze…apoi mi-ai scris cateva propozitii, cateva cuvinte apoi... Unde s-a dus curajul? Scrie-mi. Obisnuiai sa-mi scarii atat de frumos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrie-mi despre tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt fericita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt fericita ca am invins. In inima mea eu am invins. In acest moment si de data aceasta: EU. Au fost momente cand simteam ca pot sa mor, ca nu-mi mai trebuie nimic, ca am trait sentimentul iubirii la maxim. Asa o fi fost. S-a dus insa…..pentru mine s-a dus. Si am invins fiindca tu erai atat de sigur de umila si sincera mea dependenta……eram dependenta de tine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar am fost norocoasa. Mi-am gasit resurse sa trec peste. Nu credeai? Nici eu nu credeam. Deci e adevarat ce mi-a spus tanti aceea atunci in Cismigiu ca “cineva ma protejeaza de sus”. Asa o fi. Sunt fericita si goala. Sau poate ca acum traiesc altceva. Diferit de tine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vrei sa ma vezi. Asta e foarte bine. Insa din pacate mi-e imposibil. (Dar mi-ar face placere sa ne vedem).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si daca-mi scrii o sa-ti raspund mereu. Eu nu am sufletul negru. Eu nu sunt plina de manie. Eu inca iubesc. Si pot sa iert. Si te-am iertat de mult. Eu pot sa fiu amabila chiar si cu cei care mi-au intors spatele. O sa-ti raspund deci. Nu-ti fie teama. Poate o sa-ti spun doar “multumesc” dar o sa-ti raspund. Fiecare om merita un raspuns. Probabil ca si tu esti un om, si prin urmare vei primi un raspuns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nu l-am primit. Nici nu-l mai vreau acum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si eu o sa-ti scriu. TU esti muza mea. Sa nu uiti asta. Si pot sa creez numai cand ma gandesc la tine. Ce-i drept, nu m-am mai gandit de mult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar stiu ca numai tu ma inspiri in lumea acesta. Deci o sa-ti scriu. Aici…. Si tu o sa citesti. Si n-o sa intelegi. Fiindca nu o sa ma poti intelege niciodata. La fel cum nici eu nu te pot intelege. Nu fiindca nu as putea, dar fiindca nu vreau sa pot sa vreau sa te mai inteleg. Eu vreau doar sa ma inspiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si pentru asta te iubesc. ACUM doar pentru asta te iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viata este atat de surprinzatoare. Viata este atractie si energie. Avem ceea ce vrem sa avem sau ceea ce putem avea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te pup sit e imbratisez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1715817969481918332?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1715817969481918332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1715817969481918332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1715817969481918332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1715817969481918332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2011/04/dupa-4-luni.html' title='Dupa 4 luni'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiUe7bEqPHs/TaH32xr7_7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/l8ENYGFWfQo/s72-c/21022011017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7295941369531686661</id><published>2010-12-31T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T06:28:40.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='succes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an nou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CU  DG internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vreau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>Planuri realizabile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4y95ZRgCI/AAAAAAAAANg/MJ0YtCm_reY/s1600/30122010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556935029182005282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4y95ZRgCI/AAAAAAAAANg/MJ0YtCm_reY/s400/30122010200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4ywYvWfMI/AAAAAAAAANY/t9qO_YfouzE/s1600/30122010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556934797077937346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4ywYvWfMI/AAAAAAAAANY/t9qO_YfouzE/s200/30122010200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4ylo60aMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qiTopd5zFSA/s1600/30122010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556934612442441922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4ylo60aMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qiTopd5zFSA/s320/30122010200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictura: Ciprian Cuconu ( ma surprinde si ma uimeste de fiecare data cu talentul lui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Citesc acum postarea mea de pe 12 decembrie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oare este cu putinta sa primesc ceea ce vreau? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu o sa-ti vina sa crezi, insa anul acesta de Craciun am avut un brad minunat in camera mea..exact asa cum mi-am dorit! Am avut prajituri de casa (facute de mine bineinteles:P) si nu am fost singuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Incredibil as putea spune.....cand nici poate o secunda sa ma fi gandit ca pot sa am toate astea. Au venit asa..ca din senin:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si nu pot sa spun decat MULTUMESC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cui? habar n-am cui...dar stiu ca "multumesc"- ul meu va ajunge la cine trebuie:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca stau sa ma gadesc..am primit chiar mai mult decat mi-as fi propus, hihihi. Deci de doua ori MULTUMESC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am simtit anul acesta caldura Craciunului, nerabdarea cu care mi-am despachetat cadourile, veselia din sufletul meu ce a crescut o data cu veselia de pe chipurile apropiatilor, magia cu care am fost inconjurata in aceste zile......am simtit tot..desi zile bune am zacut in pat cu temperatura, tuse, gat rosu si gingii inflamate...hahha, inca nu mi-a trecut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si am descoperit oameni minunati de Craciun..oameni care au fost mereu langa mine, dar despre care nu stiam ca sunt comori omenesti. Oameni cu suflet Dumnezeiesc...oameni pe care ii placi din prima clipa cand ii vezi si pe care doresti sa-i pastrezi aproape intreaga viata! Eu am castigat un astfel de OM de Craciun:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot acum am realizat ca iubesc cadourile in cutii mici si pretioase. Ca tot ce-i mic e frumos! Eu am primit numai cutii mari anul acesta..dar inca astept cutia mea mica:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iubesc sa impachetez cadouri. Sa le fac speciale. Unice fiecaruia. Iubesc sa vad zambetul oamenilor pe fata. Zambet produs de mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iubesc, inca mai iubesc si sunt atat de fericta ca pot sa iubesc si sa ofer iubire. Si sunt fericita ca mi-e straina ura. Ca ura e si ea o energie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seara de An Nou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anul trecut pe vremea asta eram in tren spre Londra...&lt;br /&gt;Si in noapte aceea am plans, am ras, m-am gandit la viitor si mi-am facut planuri.&lt;br /&gt;Planuri de fiecare an.&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am gandit la tine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si pentru anul acesta am asa de multe planuri ca mi-e si frica sa le pun pe hartie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau bani. Ca pot sa fac multe cu ei. Foarte multe. Foarte multi bani. Sa cumpar o casa. Si nu doar o casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sanatate. Ca am zacut destul in patul asta aproape doua saptmani, hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau doctorat. Vreau internship la Comisia Europeana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa mai fac filme documetare si sa le pun la festivaluri de film si sa le placa oamenilor si sa misc ceva..cumva..o idee...o vorba....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa am timp de mine...macar putin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa-mi fac timp pentru tine. Macar putin. Vreau sa-ti faci timp pentru mine. Cat de mult timp vreau eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa scriu .. vreau sa creez ..... si astea sa ajunga la urechile tuturor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sanse si oportunitati...pe care sa le folosesc cu succes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anul acesta vreau sa ma ajut pe mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vreau sa multumesc (cui nu stiu) pentru anul ce tocmai e pe punctul de plecare. A fost un an bun si multe lucruri ce le credeam imposibil de realizat s-au infaptuit . E lucru mare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa multumesc pentru norocul de a ma afla inconjurata de oameni minunati, de prieteni adevarati, de chipuri care nu ma uita si sunt "acolo" cand am nevoie. Multumesc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9162263163453790858-7295941369531686661?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7295941369531686661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7295941369531686661' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7295941369531686661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7295941369531686661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/12/planuri-realizabile.html' title='Planuri realizabile'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR4y95ZRgCI/AAAAAAAAANg/MJ0YtCm_reY/s72-c/30122010200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1651654631590502810</id><published>2010-12-12T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:02:12.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siguranta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR42rTfCPdI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Vb1PbHyLLc/s1600/30122010201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939107814489554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR42rTfCPdI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Vb1PbHyLLc/s400/30122010201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TQUYfrW1sUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i97BaIrntks/s1600/Imagine0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictura cu doamna in rosu si domnul in frac ii apartine lui Ciprian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multumesc mult si iti tin pumnii in cariera artistica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e in mintea mea acum: un puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce sa fac? Ce e bine sa fac? Nu pot lua singura o decizie. Ceva...sau cineva..ma opreste. Si caut. Peste tot. In carti de vise, in chiromantie, an astrologie (dar mai putin ..ca ceea ce se gaseste in media e bullshit). Si caut....si tot mi se pun bete- n roate. Pai uite, am incercat sa-mi fotografiez palma si sa o trimit la cineva sa-mi spuna ce se intampla, ce e mai bine sa fac sau sa nu fac. Si culmea...aparatul meu este atat de prost ca niciodata cand incerc nu-mi face pozele ca lumea...suficient de clare casa priceapa omul ce linii sunt acolo, hahaha:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma las pagubasa. Macar daca as muri acum nu mi-ar parea rau. Cat esti nimeni, poti sa mori linistit. Cand incepi sa nu mai fii nimeni..atunci apar complicatiile:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh..se pare ca nu mor, hahhaa:) (asta din cata chiromantie stiu eu:P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ce fac? Merg la salsa, aplic peste tot..aplic, aplic, aplic. Sa vedem ce iese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fericirea mea.....acum o am, acum n-o am. Sunt atat de confuza. Oare vreau sa am ceea ce am ?Oare vreau altceva? Oare merit altceva? Oare sa cred in destin? Si daca vreau sa-mi schimb destinul, oare e scris in destinul meu sa-mi schimb destinul? Hm......intrebari peste intrebari....cine sa-mi dea raspunsul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am mai simtit de mult ca iubesc cu adevarat, insa am lanaga mine ceea ce vreau ..Ciudat. Sa ai ce vrei si totusi sa nu iubesti. Tu ai spune ca e un blestem, din pacate eu nu cred in blesteme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce-mi lipseste? SIGURANTA. Oare o s-o am vreodata? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E un sfarsit de an cu multe vise, planuri si proiecte pe jumatate implinite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi urmez drumul pe care mi l-am stabilit cu multi ani inainte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu este chiar atat de neted cum m-as fi asteptat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al doilea Craciun departe de ai mei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si de data aceasta vreau brad impodobit si prajituri de casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vreau sa nu fiu singura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te pup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9162263163453790858-1651654631590502810?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1651654631590502810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1651654631590502810' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1651654631590502810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1651654631590502810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/12/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TR42rTfCPdI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Vb1PbHyLLc/s72-c/30122010201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-252409687666412396</id><published>2010-11-05T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:59:01.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planul numarul 1'/><title type='text'>De azi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TNRwCoPBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lJoJYz_uI8Q/s1600/DSCI1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TNRwCoPBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lJoJYz_uI8Q/s320/DSCI1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173032407662306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si inca sunt in Birmingham. Parca e blestemat locul asta, nu mai plec o data de aici! &lt;div&gt;(Si ce mari prostii spun....Birmingham-ul este extraordinar, e o placere sa locuiesti aici, langa Universitate..unde e liniste si unde toamna e divina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afara se aud focuri de artificii. Ridic capul si ma uit pe fereastra. Da. Se vad intr-adevar ceva forcuri de artificii. Mi-e lene sa ma ridic din pat sa ma duc sa ma uit mai bine.  Nu mai vad. Aud numai sunete de focuri de artificii. Puternice sunete. Ma ridic.  Daaaaaaaaaaa, frumoase sclipiri....si se vad destul de bine de la mine din camera:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce zi o fi astazi ? Adica ce sarbatoare? Hmm..habar nu am....si uite ca nu m-a preocupat deloc sa ma duc sa vad artificiile....Acum parca imi pare rau. Trebuia sa ma duc. Sincer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ploua. Iarasi ploua. De fapt bureaza. Oare cum spun englezii la " bureaza"? Mmm..habar nu am (sic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce vremeee.....cum sa stai aici Doamne? Dar uite ca stau...nu mai reusesc sa plec, mama ma-sii de treaba! Mai am de scris un eseu pentru master si scap. Gata cu masterul. Ajunge cu masterele pentru viata asta! (Adica sper.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un doctorat imi mai trebuie si sunt implinita la acest capitol. Dar cand vine acest doctorat? Anul acesta, la anul? Toata viata mea este un exercitiu de asteptare. Pe cuvant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si zi de zi vad cum altcineva este mai bun decat mine. Si acest "altcineva " imi este atat de aproape..si atat de aproape imi este sentimentul acesta de inferioritate...mama lui de sentiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vreau sa fac ceva sa schimb situatia. Si fac!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, m-am invatat sa scriu in paragrafe, eu care traiam intr-o invalmaseala de cuvinte intortocheate...fara logica si noima de multe ori! Si de la cine am invatat eu asta? ..De la "altcineva" :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Si bine ca am invatat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Promit sa ma schimb total daca incep doctoratul anul acesta! Da, pe cuvant ca ma schimb: o sa-mi citesc la timp toate e-mail-urile de pe toate adresele, o sa fiu riguroasa cu temele mele, o sa studiez fara bataie de joc si o sa iau lucrurile mai in serios, o sa fiu de-a dreptul ordonata - in ganduri, vise, proiecte, la propriu si la figurat, o sa ma ocup mereu si de planul numarul 2 , numarul 3,  si nu o sa ma las doar in baza planului numarul 1, .....o sa..o sa...si cate si mai cate o sa...:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai da, se cerea o schimbare. Ca daca nu acum, cand?   Si mai bine nu astept doctoratul ca sa ma chimb, ci il las pe el sa ma astepte pe mine schimbandu-ma de fapt de azi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trebuie doar sa vrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Succes mie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te pup si te imbratisez cu drag:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9162263163453790858-252409687666412396?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/252409687666412396/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=252409687666412396' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/252409687666412396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/252409687666412396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-azi.html' title='De azi!'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TNRwCoPBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lJoJYz_uI8Q/s72-c/DSCI1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4724545137005028226</id><published>2010-10-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:44:41.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiratie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazin de vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inving'/><title type='text'>Nimic de zis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr5PtyGY5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B2T0a-Ccmfo/s1600/03042010195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533509140561159058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr5PtyGY5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B2T0a-Ccmfo/s320/03042010195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr4_wZypDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MyYtV5WNqEc/s1600/03042010223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533508866386601010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr4_wZypDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MyYtV5WNqEc/s320/03042010223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr4mA2PcSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UyruNbst_60/s1600/03042010219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533508424124297506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr4mA2PcSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UyruNbst_60/s320/03042010219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si da. Nu-mi regasesc niciodata locul. NU-mi regasesc niciodata visarea. Sa fie visul meu mult prea mare si greu de realizat? Mult prea mare pentru o fata mica? Sa fie mult prea in zadar daca o sa incerc iar si iar.... pana reusesc? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din pacate nu pot sa abandonez. NU pot sa incep un lucru si sa nu-l finalizez, fie el si un mare vis...sau unul mic, mic de tot. Si stii. Ai fi fost atat de fericit daca visele mi s-ar fi spulberat, hahha. Si din pacate nu te pot face fericit. De aceasta data nu. Si probabil niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai iubesc de mult. Nu mai stiu sa iubesc de mult. Dar invat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am pierdut jumatate din suflteul meu, jumatate din increderea mea, jumatate din puterea mea. Dar construiesc altele noi, pline de stralucire, vise implinite si succes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si nu mai pot sa scriu. Nu ca inainte. Mi-ai furat inspiratia. Sa te urasc? Nu-mi incarc sufletul cu astfel de sentimente. Eu sunt capabila numai sa iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si invat sa scriu din nou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simt ca nu am nimic. Nici macar visele mele. Si proabil ca nu am avut nimic cu adevarat vreodata. Abia de-acum incep sa am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi construiesc visele. Imi cladesc realitatea. Ma oblig sa am incredere. Dar stiu ca m-am nascut ca sa lupt si sa inving. Doar ma cheama Victoria, ce naiba ( Sic)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probail ca altii au o viata mai usoara. Si vise mai putine. Si poate au mai multe ganduri catre tine&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu mai esti de mult in visele mele. &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/9162263163453790858-4724545137005028226?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4724545137005028226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4724545137005028226' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4724545137005028226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4724545137005028226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/10/nimic-de-zis.html' title='Nimic de zis'/><author><name>victoria baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11371260479599656271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TPLo-UK6CvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ucc2lhNqmlg/S220/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey2tNAUJNRI/TMr5PtyGY5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B2T0a-Ccmfo/s72-c/03042010195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6049620702658566038</id><published>2010-08-01T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T05:16:49.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parlo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri'/><title type='text'>Prea multe lucruri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TFVlpU-qx9I/AAAAAAAACFA/M3u2wiblzvI/s1600/DSCI0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TFVlpU-qx9I/AAAAAAAACFA/M3u2wiblzvI/s320/DSCI0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500414280583530450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TFVlFVguZMI/AAAAAAAACE4/Ziq1lQANaWw/s1600/DSCI1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TFVlFVguZMI/AAAAAAAACE4/Ziq1lQANaWw/s320/DSCI1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500413662251082946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt acasa..si cat am asteptat sa vin!..si totusi nu sunt fericita ca am venit....prea multe lucruri au ramas de facut, prea om mic sunt ca sa le dovedesc pe toate. Si le dovedesc, ca nu am cum sa fac altfel. Disertatia, practica, scoala de vara, vizite pe la prieteni,neamuri,  raspuns de la doctorat, plata taxei, toate ma streseaza, numai gandindu-le. "Uofffff!" , cum ar spune cu adevarat o moldoveanca:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi-a incalzit sufletul cineva, te las sa-i citesti gandurile, ca sa-ti bucure si tie inima:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando parlo con te e come siamo consciutti di uan vita, e come te mi conosci, sai che cosa e dentro la mia anima, mi fai ridere, mi fai piangere, mi fai dimenticare, dimenticare le cose brutte che sono state in passato, nei tempi nuvolosi. Mi piacerebe ascoltarti ore, settimane, messi, anni, e non basta. Tante volte ti voglio dire delle cose che le ho dentro di me pero ho paura di te, di piu degli tuoi ochi che mi fanno perdere e dimenticare di me. Ti ringrazio se leggi queste parole di una anima perduta, che non si ritrova piu. ciao e un bacio come lo voui te."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cine poate sa scrie atat de frumos, atat de sincer, de poetic si de sensibilizator,  coborand cuvinte izvorate din inima, scrise repede , ca o suflare,fara repetitii si incercari, insa atat de perfecte.....aceasta persoana nici decum nu poate fi o inima pierduta ci mai degraba o inima regasita! O inima care iubeste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6049620702658566038?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6049620702658566038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6049620702658566038' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6049620702658566038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6049620702658566038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/08/prea-multe-lucruri.html' title='Prea multe lucruri'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TFVlpU-qx9I/AAAAAAAACFA/M3u2wiblzvI/s72-c/DSCI0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1947499874433752141</id><published>2010-05-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:22:25.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fructe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decleor'/><title type='text'>evolutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S_iDD2nG87I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/j2pGcsntuCU/s1600/DSCI1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S_iDD2nG87I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/j2pGcsntuCU/s320/DSCI1325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474269449291232178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S_iCqIUboGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/S6ALRoNpwFk/s1600/DSCI1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S_iCqIUboGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/S6ALRoNpwFk/s320/DSCI1291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474269007368134754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da. Incep sa fac lucruri care-mi plac. Am fost la cursuri de echitatie. Al doilea curs din viata mea dupa mai bine de 4 ani. Imi este dor de hipodromul din Iasi. Acolo am calarit pentru prima data... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce cai mari au englezii!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am inscris la cursuri de dans. Nu mai fusesem din liceu. Fac salsa. De doua ori pe saptmana. Patru lire ora. O fi mult, o fi putin, merita efortul:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planuiesc sa gatesc din nou sarmale:) Poate peste cateva zile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sa merg sa joc bowling. Biliard. Sa vizitez muzee, castele. Sunt asa de curioasa oare cum o fi aratand un castel englezesc sau o cetate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi am fost la un salon Decleor. Extraordinar. Calmant. Revigorator. Relaxant. Am plecat de acolo fericita si cu planuri cand sa mai vin din nou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tot azi am vrut sa-mi cumpar crema pentru riduri. Si nu mi-au dat ca cica sunt prea tanara. Dar am riduri!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine mai pictez. Pun frunze copacului. Poate flori sau fructe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1947499874433752141?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1947499874433752141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1947499874433752141' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1947499874433752141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1947499874433752141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/05/evolutie.html' title='evolutie'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S_iDD2nG87I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/j2pGcsntuCU/s72-c/DSCI1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3078658044838978936</id><published>2010-05-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:46:39.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suflet'/><title type='text'>dupa aproape 6 ani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S-8_7CYFqbI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pmnZrHd-UKs/s1600/DSCI1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S-8_7CYFqbI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pmnZrHd-UKs/s320/DSCI1283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471662355761179058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S-8_rtq0PVI/AAAAAAAAB54/Haxx2EM4mfQ/s1600/DSCI1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S-8_rtq0PVI/AAAAAAAAB54/Haxx2EM4mfQ/s320/DSCI1277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471662092504546642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine te-am gasit scumpul meu! Nu ti-am mai scris de atata amar de vreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Imi vin in minte versurile din Glossa: "Tu aseaza-te deoparte, regasindu-te pe tine....cand cu zgomote desarte, vreme trece, vreme vine" ......oameni si locuri apar si dispar...ca lumea e trecatoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Asadar am incercat sa ma regasesc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am cautat-o pe  Victoria cea de acum 6 ani. Vreau sa  ma apropii de lucrurile ce-mi erau dragi atunci. Lucruri pe care le-am uitat??!!!??&lt;br /&gt; Lucruri ce mi-au lipsit asa de mult si fara de care am incercat sa traiesc. Ce-am realizat in ultimii 6 ani mi se pare acum atat de superficial. Ca nu e parte din sufletul meu. &lt;br /&gt;Sase ani ca in transa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vad bine ca nu am invatat nimic. Nimic ce sa-mi creasca inima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da, am inceput sa pictez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mult mi-am dorit...dar ceva ma oprea..frica de-a pune din nou mana pe pensula si de-a jigni culorile in nestiinta mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Paste am primit o cutie de acuarele.....s-o folosesc..sa n-o folosesc...??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum doua saptmani ma plimbam prin Tesco...am vazut acolo pensule, foi pentru pictat, creione, tot ce visam! Le-am asezat frumos pe masa: blocul de desen mare - cu prima pagina deschisa, blocul de desen mic, cutiile cu apa, un creion cu mina  subtire, unul cu mina groasa, acuarele, pensoane de toate merimile. De doua saptamani ma tot aman: "Lasa ca ma apuc maine, lasa ca poimaine.." si tot asa. A fost mai greu decat atunci cand m-am silit sa-mi incep disertatia! hahahaha!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ziua cea mare! NU pot sa explic cat de mare satisfactie mi-a dat! Iubesc atat de mult sa ma joc cu nuante de tot felul. E ca o lume a culorilor in care intrasem si in care ma regasesc! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi simt ca am facut ceva pentru sufletul meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3078658044838978936?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3078658044838978936/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3078658044838978936' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3078658044838978936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3078658044838978936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/05/dupa-apropae-6-ani.html' title='dupa aproape 6 ani'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S-8_7CYFqbI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pmnZrHd-UKs/s72-c/DSCI1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7748223676373389464</id><published>2010-03-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:07:24.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inconjurata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greu'/><title type='text'>Inconjurata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S50lYwcPGmI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/xK2o9R1u0AY/s1600-h/vistalight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S50lYwcPGmI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/xK2o9R1u0AY/s320/vistalight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448552231438588514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mult prea greu sa inteleg ce mi se intampla. Stiu doar ca e bine. Simt. E mult prea greu sa realizez cat de departe pot sa pun anumite sentimente. Nici nu stiu cum pot. As vrea sa iubesc. Unde ai disparut dragostea mea? E greu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este atat de greu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si traiesc inconjurata de atatia altii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu de TINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atatia altii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva lipseste in viata mea acum. Tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma sa iubesc din nou! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU pot trai fara asta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te urasc dar nici macar asta nu pot. Sunt goala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Inconjurata..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7748223676373389464?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7748223676373389464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7748223676373389464' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7748223676373389464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7748223676373389464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/03/inconjurata.html' title='Inconjurata'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S50lYwcPGmI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/xK2o9R1u0AY/s72-c/vistalight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8308932539101019551</id><published>2010-03-04T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:37:01.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martisor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frumoasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primavara'/><title type='text'>Rece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S5Ay9seNofI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FgCDz-sh6gw/s1600-h/over+the+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S5Ay9seNofI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FgCDz-sh6gw/s320/over+the+rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444907984982221298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut apropae o luna. Saptamana  viitoare e ziua mea. La multi ani mie!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt rece. Cred ca am uitat tot. Cred ca nu o sa mai simt nimic. Cred ca nu mai revin la trecut. Cred ca am trecut si de asta. Nimeni nu este perfect. Cu totii gresim. A fost o ratacire. M-am regasit acum. Bun venit Victoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E frumos sa iubesti, vreau sa iubesc, de fapt iubesc, de fapt cu asta traiesc! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construiesc smaraldul de care vorbeam cu cateva postari mai inainte! E bine! Florile din vaza imi zambesc, soarele imi straluceste in fata, prietenii mei 9 care pe zi ce trece devin tot mai multi), ma imbratiseaza cu drag si sunt fericiti cand ma vad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt rece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma asteapta o viata din ce in ce mai frumoasa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cumparat martisoare! Habar nu aveau ei ce sunt alea....cu greu le-am explicat ca la noi e un simbol al venirii primavarii...oricum, le-a placut mult ideea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana plina de succes!&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc, zambesc, incerc sa-i fac si pe altii fericiti!&lt;br /&gt;Am primit atatea cadouri...cel mai mult mi-au placut florile si martisorul de la tine:). Ursuletul pe care il strang acum in brate e tot un dar sau e meritul meu? hmm...Il iubesc asa de mult!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pup si te imbratisez cu drag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8308932539101019551?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8308932539101019551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8308932539101019551' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8308932539101019551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8308932539101019551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/03/rece.html' title='Rece'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S5Ay9seNofI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FgCDz-sh6gw/s72-c/over+the+rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1898454067997144831</id><published>2010-02-13T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:36:49.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o lume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasi de dans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritmul'/><title type='text'>De la tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3acrDME0vI/AAAAAAAAB0o/NKbUZ1Ih9x4/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3acrDME0vI/AAAAAAAAB0o/NKbUZ1Ih9x4/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437705863500714738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Gandindu- ma la o viata imaginara .. o viata fara&lt;br /&gt;suferinta in care totul se misca intr-un ritm fantastic iar&lt;br /&gt;expunerea sentimentelor bat asupra ta, imi dau seama ca tu luminezi calea aceea intunecata, ca tu dai sens&lt;br /&gt;unei vieti fara speranta ..ca tu esti persoana care alina pata … o pata incolora dar adanca ce macina marunt fiecare petala din ramura iubirii ... o iubire vesnica care a reusit sa gaseasca acea cheie a fericirii facand dintr-o umbra deasa… ceva etern ... ceva mirific neputand ajunge acolo decat acel “cineva” care simte ca exista "ceva"…&lt;br /&gt;Traind cu speranta ca voi reusi sa trec peste aceasta lume in pasi de dans ... apare cineva. Si pot vedea fara a privi ... acea luna "zambitoare" acel cantec fara margini... cazand in adierea fina a vantului .. catre o stea ... pe care o poti simti fara a o atinge… …dar constientizez ca viata nu e o  doar o melodie ... ritmata .. e poate ceva mai mult decat realitatea insasi. E o lacrima grea ... amara si foarte dura.. care isi desfasoara ritmul ... foarte lent, facand din imaginatia mea o lumina infinita , reflectand spre o viata fara limite ...imposibil de imaginat …simtind un sfarsit care nu are o  destinatie normala ci, una pe care nu o voi intelege niciodata !!!   ......&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1898454067997144831?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1898454067997144831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1898454067997144831' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1898454067997144831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1898454067997144831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-la-tine.html' title='De la tine...'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3acrDME0vI/AAAAAAAAB0o/NKbUZ1Ih9x4/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8007882992731250256</id><published>2010-02-08T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:38:04.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><title type='text'>Pentru EL/EA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3DKg0RO-II/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-cLhHhL0rbA/s1600-h/bil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3DKg0RO-II/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-cLhHhL0rbA/s320/bil2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436067415371741314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru EA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand iubesti inima si sufletul ti-e plin de fericire. Bucuria din suflet iti lumineaza chipul. Un chip plin de lumina va atrage intodeauna admiratori. Daruind vei dobandi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intineresti. Un suflet care iubeste pastreaza trupul tanar. Nu te mira ca devii din ce in ce mai frumoasa pe zice-trece. Nu te mira cand ai in jurul tau atatia prieteni. Detii toate astea fiindca iubesti. Sincer. Curat. Fara ura. Fara gand de razbunare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii iti stralucesc, fruntea se insenineaza. Iubirea inseamna frumusete. Si esti atat de frumoasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru EL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti insela inima! Nu-ti trada sufletul! Natura te va pedepsi...&lt;br /&gt;Joaca mai putin teatru. Fii sincer. Cu tine. Cu EA. Pretuieste&lt;br /&gt;ce Dumnezeu ti-a dat. Nu te minti. Viata iti va juca feste cum nici n-ai visat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8007882992731250256?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8007882992731250256/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8007882992731250256' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8007882992731250256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8007882992731250256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/02/pentru-elea.html' title='Pentru EL/EA'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S3DKg0RO-II/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-cLhHhL0rbA/s72-c/bil2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-5981001004744871752</id><published>2010-02-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:55:41.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cersesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j urat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Raspuns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S27FvlZxqHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/extb-WBbwDQ/s1600-h/flowerzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S27FvlZxqHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/extb-WBbwDQ/s320/flowerzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499221567514738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .oofff... privesc neancetat catre usa de la camera mea si astept sa se deschida si sa fii tu...sa ma iei in brate si sa imi spui ca va fi bine  si  ca nu vei renunta la mine. . . dar, acea usa blestemata nu  s-a deschis! Nu stiu de ce am jurat ca nu o sa mai scriu nimic si ca voi fi puternic . . . incerc sa trec peste... dar e foarte greu nu stiu de ce . . . cert e ca in aceasta clipa sunt nebun . . . as putea spune nebun dupa tine. . probabil spui ca sunt un copil fara minte dar daca ai sti  cat de mult te iubesc . . . ai privi mai departe de ce ne-a legat pe noi. . . nu ma pot atinge de alta fata nu imi pot reveni din acest cosmar... nu stiu, cel putin acum nu mai am control la nimic nici macar al lacrimilor ce au luat-o “razna” . Gandeste-te acum in acest moment cand citesti . . . si salveaza-ma din acest infern in care am  intrat. Nu mai am putere, nu mai am nimic....fara tine. Imi doresc sa ai mila . . .  vreau sa imi petrec cei mai frumosi ani langa tine! Nu vreau sa crezi ca cersesc iubire dar e ciudat si in accelas timp straniu . . . privind viata fara tine. Stiu ca scriu cuvinte care sunt greu de crezut dar o sa le dovedesc . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-5981001004744871752?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/5981001004744871752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=5981001004744871752' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5981001004744871752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5981001004744871752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/02/raspuns.html' title='Raspuns...'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S27FvlZxqHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/extb-WBbwDQ/s72-c/flowerzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3765216780473412169</id><published>2010-02-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:00:24.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ochi mari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiment'/><title type='text'>Din nou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2n_e-I0ezI/AAAAAAAABzI/xqqgVXYLazY/s1600-h/inthegarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2n_e-I0ezI/AAAAAAAABzI/xqqgVXYLazY/s320/inthegarden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434155332940364594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu stii cat de de mult imi este dor de tine.  Oare o sa scap de povara asta dulce-amara vreodata? Imi vine sa plang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca te-as vedea acum, as rade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi-ar spune gura ta mica daca m-ar vedea? Cum ar zambi ochii tai? Ce ar face degetele tale? Imi lipsesti.....nici nu-ti poti imagina!! Sau poti? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce cand stau singura ma gandesc la tine si nu la altcineva? De ce pot sa te iert de fiecare data? De ce nu pot sa te urasc? De  ce am in minte numai amintirile placute petrecute impreuna si cele rele le-am dat uitarii? Cum pot sa fac asta? De ce nu pot sa te scot din mintea mea nici macar atunci cand dorm, sau cand visez?  De ce, de ce....atatea intrebari...pentru un singur raspuns: fiindca am sufletul curat si POT sa iubesc! De asta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare mai functioneaza telepatia? Oare te mai gandesti la mine cand ma gandesc eu la tine? Oare mai simt cand ma tradezi? Oare mai simti cand te chem? &lt;br /&gt;Mai simti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Si a fost probabil cea mai frumoasa perioada din viata mea...si probabil ca nu o sa mai traiesc niciodata acele sentimente....si, crede-ma nici  nu vreau..caci nu vreau sa-ti sterg imaginea. Niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa-ti scriu carti intregi. Tie, care nu-ti place sa citesti! Ai ajuns sa citesti! Cat de mult te-ai schimbat, nu-i asa? Cat de mult te-ai schimbat pentru mine si cat de fericita sunt ca te-ai schimbat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si..( as vrea sa-ti spun ce ne spunem noi atat de des)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa plang.  Ca nu-mi pare rau de lacrimile mele. Ca le vars pentru TINE. Deci, lasa-ma te rog sa plang. E asa de bine cand plang in bratele tale. Cand imi saruti lacrimile. Cand plangem amandoi. Lasa-ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-ti este dor de ochii mei mari cand stralucesc! Si-ti lipsesc mainile mele si atingerile degetelor mele. Si-ti este dor de mersul meu, de soapta mea, de parulmeu lung pe care tocmai l-am taiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti este dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3765216780473412169?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3765216780473412169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3765216780473412169' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3765216780473412169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3765216780473412169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/02/din-nou.html' title='Din nou'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2n_e-I0ezI/AAAAAAAABzI/xqqgVXYLazY/s72-c/inthegarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8521417291555130092</id><published>2010-01-29T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:17:48.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata simpla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film de 10 minute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>sfarsit de saptamana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2Nr7keEp-I/AAAAAAAAByw/Ii6STxXnQko/s1600-h/dreamszz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2Nr7keEp-I/AAAAAAAAByw/Ii6STxXnQko/s320/dreamszz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432304246685214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vineri. Toata lumea e prin cluburi. Eu stau in pat. Racita. Bani nu am. Bursa nu a venit inca....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am facut parul cu placa. Mi-am colorat unghiile. Pentru ce naiba, daca tot stau in casa? Sau pentru cine? Pentru mine? hm mmm  ..dap..ce sa zic..imi place cum arat. Ma iubesc de numa' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine ies la biliard. Abia astept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa finalizez si disertatia aia care ma tot streseaza!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cursul practic o sa fac un film de 10 minute! Superr! daca as si sti cum sa-l fac... Habar nu am, nu am mai facut asta in viata mea...cine ar fi crezut ca o sa ajung sa fac si una ca asta? hmmm.."nebanuite sunt caile Domnului"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt goala. Singura. Inca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierd vremea. Am ajuns experta la facut nimic (hahhaha!). Desi am asa de multe de facut. Nu le fac. Doar stiu ca ar trebui. Am nevoie de o pauza. De doua. De mai multe. Stii tu... "pauzele lungi si dese, cheia marilor succese!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor de o viata simpla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor de tine si de viata ta simpla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi vine sa plang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare o sa scap de asta vreodata? Oare sunt blestemata? (nu cred in asa blesteme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In patul tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8521417291555130092?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8521417291555130092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8521417291555130092' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8521417291555130092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8521417291555130092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/01/sfarsit-de-saptamana.html' title='sfarsit de saptamana'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S2Nr7keEp-I/AAAAAAAAByw/Ii6STxXnQko/s72-c/dreamszz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-5328572949567146166</id><published>2010-01-25T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:19:25.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lipesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tot'/><title type='text'>Am pus PUNCT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S13y6a543wI/AAAAAAAABkA/qjMaY8s8y6k/s1600-h/chess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S13y6a543wI/AAAAAAAABkA/qjMaY8s8y6k/s320/chess2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430763811147144962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a spus ca nu mai scriu sau DEscriu vise in blogul meu...mi s-a spus ca m-am indepartat de tema mea initiala. Nicidecum. Imi pun inca visele aici. Fara ajustari poetice, cu sinceritate, sperand sa schimb ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magazindevise" este jurnalul meu deschis. &lt;br /&gt; Aici sunt visele mele sau clipele de vis traite. Parca ar fi aievea. Am in minte fiecare secunda petrecuta cu tine. Parca m-am nascut ca sa-ti scriu tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am schimbat multe. Mi-am selectat prietenii. Tu stii. Ma saturasem de unii si de ifosele lor. Destul! NU mi-e frica sa raman singura. Imi este atat de bine cu mine insami. De fapt, EU si cu MINE ne intelegem minuntat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandesc mult prea mult. De asta nici nu pot sa dorm. Tot timpul gandesc. Banalitati. Dar gandesc fiecare banalitate in parte, off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am schimbat fiindca am simtit nevoia sa schimb. Mai intai locuinta (desi imi este atat de dor de camera mea, bijuteria din Regie), orasul, tara, mi-am tuns parul, mi la-m vopsit (pentru prima oara in 24 de ani), am pus PUNCT unei iubiri aproape perfecte. Oare chiar am pus punct? Oare o sa rezist ? hm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mult timp am crezut ca ma atrag barbatii care stiu sa-si foloseasca creierul. Mult timp am crezut ca am o oarecare gandire animalica in ceea ce priveste barbatii. Mult timp am crezut ca imi place X pentru ca e destept, are un corp bine lucrat, este educat, poseda simtul umorului, detine cu siguranta o mentalitate deschisa .... DAR nu e asa. IUBESTI pentru ca PUR SI SIMPLU iubesti....Acesta e adevarul. Nu exista un PENTRU CA. Exista doar "iubesc!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca iubesti, atunci vezi ca de fapt iti place zambetul, privirea, gandirea, glumele sale, tot. Cand nu mai iubesti incepi sa vezi defectele. Critici. Sau critici fiindca iubesti si vrei ca persoana iubita sa se schimbe, sa fie perfecta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-ar ajunge o viata sa scriu despre iubire. O sa scriu o carte. Probabil ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt goala. Ceva s-a rupt. Ziceai ca eu vreau sa lipesc inapoi ce s-a rupt. Nu e asa. De fapt construiesc un diamant nou in locul rupturii. De ce sa umblam cu lucruri carpite? M?&lt;br /&gt;Nu lipesc nimic. Construiesc. Asta da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa iubesc toata viata. As vrea sa te iubesc toata viata. Si atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-5328572949567146166?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/5328572949567146166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=5328572949567146166' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5328572949567146166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5328572949567146166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-pus-punct.html' title='Am pus PUNCT?'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S13y6a543wI/AAAAAAAABkA/qjMaY8s8y6k/s72-c/chess2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1250581721561878843</id><published>2010-01-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:56:38.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valerio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0kXsdH_TiI/AAAAAAAABj4/TZ_WdaN58RI/s1600-h/favorita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0kXsdH_TiI/AAAAAAAABj4/TZ_WdaN58RI/s320/favorita1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424893278644293154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrecere latina la Universitate. Ea era de-a dreptul opusa natiei latinesti, dar a venit invitata de o prietena. O multime de baieti roiau....dansau al naibii de bine. Mai ales italienii si spaniolii. "O sa ma lasi sa te sarut in cele din urma?" intreba insistent pentru a nu stiu cata oara un tinerel de anul doi din Chile. Dar fata stia ca el nu vroia ceva serios. Asa ca a preferat sa-i spuna "NU!" Fiecare european are cel putin o fantezie cu o fata siatica....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a asezat pe canapeaua verde din piele ecologica. Tare rece musamaua aceea! Toamna era pe sfarsite si rochita ei din vascoza galben-aurita era mult prea subtire ca sa-i tina de cald. Privea. Atat de multa lume complet difertia de lumea ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerio era si el nou pe melagurile britanice. Cam plictisit de ce vedea. S-a asezat si el pe canapea. Nici nu o vazuse. Era invizibila fata. &lt;br /&gt;"- Buna, eu sunt Chan! Imi pare bine! Se pare ca nici tu nu prea te regasesti in locul asta, nu-i asa?"&lt;br /&gt;Si baiatul incepu sa rada. "Doamne ce bagacioase sunt fetele aici!...Bun, foarte bine chiar!" (zambi cu subanteles) "- Vrei sa mergi acasa?" &lt;br /&gt;"-Da, vreau! Nu mai pot sa stau nici o clipa aici!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe urma au aflat ca de fapt locuiesc in acelasi camin studentesc....la cateva usi departare unul de altul. "- Hai sa-ti arat unde stau eu!" si fata accepta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera arata extraordinar de ordonata si curata. Carti....o multime de carti pe rafturi. Fotografii, calculatorul inca deschis (deci vroia oricum sa se intorca repede de la party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-a spus ca este specialist in preparat cocktail-uri. Si a facut, special pentru ea "Baby Guinnes" si "Sex on the beach"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi au iesit la film.&lt;br /&gt;A treia zi a sarutat-o. Senzual. Avea buzele moi si extraordinar de fierbinti. mainile-i erau insa reci ca ghiata.&lt;br /&gt;A patra zi a sarutat-o din nou. Cu limba. Nimeni nu o mai sarutase la fel pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum planage in bratele celui mai bun prieten al ei. "Uita-l!" ii tot repeta Jhon (care de fapt o iubea si el..dar in secret). Insa  ea nu o sa-l uite niciodata. O sa incerce sa-si ocupe timpul. Si cand se va intoarce, o sa-l iubeasca din nou. (dar probabil ca nu se va mai intoarce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri si-au luat ramas-bun. "Mergi drept inainte si nu privi deloc inapoi!" i-a spus la plecare. Si ea i-a promis ca va face asa. Si mergand drept inainte..cum ii spusese el..se tot gandea....ce motiv sa inventeze ca sa se intoarca..sa-l mai vada o data...Isi desfacu portofelul. Avea o inimioara pe care o pastra acolo de multi ani....o avea de la nasa ei si ii purta noroc. S-a intors sa i-o dea LUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1250581721561878843?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1250581721561878843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1250581721561878843' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1250581721561878843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1250581721561878843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-story.html' title='Love story'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0kXsdH_TiI/AAAAAAAABj4/TZ_WdaN58RI/s72-c/favorita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4057347722510252893</id><published>2010-01-07T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:41:26.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egoist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><title type='text'>iubesc .....la nebunie culoarea pielii mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0abGg4v-6I/AAAAAAAABd4/Rhp9VDqbzhk/s1600-h/varsator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0abGg4v-6I/AAAAAAAABd4/Rhp9VDqbzhk/s320/varsator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424193337423821730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine sa aiba rabdare cu tine? Esti atat de greu de inteles....cateodata ma intreb de ce inca te iubesc. Probabil tocmaii finindca nu am reusit sa te inteleg. Da. Cu siguranta de asta:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mult prea greu de inteles. Iti complici viata. Vrei sa mori, iti este frica sa traiesti, ai curaj pana la Dumnezeu dar nu poti sa privesti adevarul in ochi..cine sa te mai inteleaga? EU???!!! Numai eu..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu e aproape de tine...tu stii. Simti asta? Inca mai simti? hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cu viata asta a ta...simpla..pe care tu o complici......si o traiesti complicandu-te ...uiti. Uiti de mine. De cat timp nu m-ai mai intrebat daca sunt ok? Nu te intereseaza....viata ta simpla...e mult mai importanta decat eu... Ce-ti pasa tie daca sunt ok...Ei bine nu sunt. Si tu pui mereu piper pe rana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc un egoist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara inima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4057347722510252893?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4057347722510252893/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4057347722510252893' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4057347722510252893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4057347722510252893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubesc-la-nebunie-culoarea-pielii-mele.html' title='iubesc .....la nebunie culoarea pielii mele'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/S0abGg4v-6I/AAAAAAAABd4/Rhp9VDqbzhk/s72-c/varsator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3666106082047738849</id><published>2009-12-30T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:25:20.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siguranta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>universul tau:iubirea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sztwpvxuv2I/AAAAAAAABQU/9xH4vT-UHJ4/s1600-h/img236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sztwpvxuv2I/AAAAAAAABQU/9xH4vT-UHJ4/s320/img236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421050438972522338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naratiunea de mai jos ii apartine lui Ionut Popescu:)&lt;br /&gt;Scrie atat de bine baiatul asta incat nu am rezistat tentatiei de a-i rezerva un loc in spatiul blogului meu de vise:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mă găsesc pe acest tărâm, de care am auzit doar în ziare şi l-am vazut doar la TV, cu privirea îndrepatată spre bolta cerească nepătată de nori şi cu sufletul închis de supărare, pătez pământul sfânt cu o lacrimă neagră din trupul meu neînsemnat de călător stingher al aşa zisei Vieţi. Simt cum briza mării îmi despleteşte firele împletite iar apa rece îmi curăţă picioarele murdare de nisipul roşu asemenea unui medic pe front care îngrijeşte rănile camarazilor. &lt;br /&gt;Soarele încearcă să-mi deschidă sufletul închis de dorul dezlănţuit după plecarea de lângă tine. Deşi este întemniţat, simt cum înca undeva în adăncul sufletului mai respiră cu mare dificultate. Cu ultimul strop de energie trimite un gând de adio iubietei să ştie că nu va fi uitată şi va fi pentru o eternitate doar un prizonier al iubirii nebune ce oferă mirajul perfecţiunii dar în schimb dăruieste suferinţă nebănuită şi singurătate veşnică. Iubirea este doar ceva ce nu va fi niciodata ţinut în frâie şi întotdeauna înşelătoare cu cel care se dăriue mai mult. &lt;br /&gt;Visul de a iubi este la fel ca ajungerea la baza curcubeului, îl urmăreşti pas cu pas şi când crezi că ai ajuns, realizezi că ai alergat o viaţă întreagă dupa ceva imposibil de reţinut şi în schimb nu te-ai ales cu nimic. Durerea pe care o simt acum este prea mare ca să mai pot scrie despre dragoste aşa că mă depărtez uşor de cele necuvâtătoare şi las amintirile aruncate pe patul vieţii care a fost cu mine peste tot, la greu şi în special la bine când gustul victoriei era asemenea lămâilor necoapte dar care trecuse cu brio testul timpului. &lt;br /&gt;Prezenţa mea o vei simţi de fiecare dată când timpul va sta în loc pentru a simţii cu adevărat ce înseamnă să fi într-adevar liber. După cele spuse rămâne să-mi iau rămas bun ştiind că ne vom reîntâlnii la locul stiut de toata lumea numit Tărâmul Îngerilor sau mai simplu RAI!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3666106082047738849?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3666106082047738849/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3666106082047738849' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3666106082047738849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3666106082047738849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/universul-tauiubirea.html' title='universul tau:iubirea!'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sztwpvxuv2I/AAAAAAAABQU/9xH4vT-UHJ4/s72-c/img236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1736035454371363595</id><published>2009-12-26T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:37:44.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E Craciunul..si ma simt atat de apropiata de tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sza6YrpLw8I/AAAAAAAABP8/YOBcGHFlSKY/s1600-h/IMAG0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sza6YrpLw8I/AAAAAAAABP8/YOBcGHFlSKY/s320/IMAG0344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419724134782059458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi spui asa de des ca ma iubesti incat mi-e frica sa nu te plictisesti de acest cuvant......Mi-ai spus azi ca ma iubesti enorm! Ce inseamna enorm?  Hm..nu stiu...dar imi place cand imi spui asa, hihi! Te-am simtit atat de aproape! Esti ingerul meu blond cu ochi caprui! Bine..nu esti chiar asa de blond :))) Sau esti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu....si nici culoarea ochilor tai NU CONTEAZA, important este ca sunt ai tai! Asta e tot ce conteaza! Ca ma privesti tu cu ochii aia, ca ma alinti din privirile alea, ca plangi pentru mine sau ca ochii iti zambesc de bucurie cand ma vezi! Iti iubesc ochii! Si cel mai mult imi plac ochii caprui! Stii de ce? Fiindca ochii caprui sunt perfecti! Fiindca de ochii caprui nu te poti plictisi niciodata. O culoare adanca...si stii? Niciodata  ochii caprui nu sunt la fel la toata lumea. Pe cand cei verzi sau albastri , da! Deci..ma intelegi....Si eu am ochi caprui cateodata...si tu imi spui atunci ca sunt atat de frumoaasa! Si mie imi vine sa plang acum, ca imi este dor de momentele acelea... Da! Sunt atat de frumoasa cand ma iubesti tu! Si tu ma iubesti mereu, deci sunt intotdeauna extraordinar de frumoasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi parca ai fost langa mine. Te-am vazut dormind si mi-am imaginat ca adorm si eu in bratele tale (chiar daca sforai, off)! Si cand dormi, esti curat un ingeras:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU o sa ma satur niciodata sa te iubesc! Ma inspiri, imi dai putere sa merg mai departe, ma ocrotesti, ma alinti, fara tine nu pot sa fac nimic, exist fiindca tu trebuia sa ma intalnesti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In acea  seara de vara.....pe malul marii invalurite...cu sunete de chitara si foc de artificii! Cu  spuma marii alba si aripi de fluturi din spuma de mare! Cu mana mea mica in mana ta mare (dar de fapt la fel de mica)! Plimbandu-ne cu picioarele inghetate in apa, strangandu-ne in brate, goi! Parca ne cunoasteam de o mie de ani...si totusi ne vazuseram cu cateva secunde inainte....Sunt amintiri desprinse dintr-un basm stiut doar de noi doi. Cine ar  fi crezut ca basmul acesta, coborat de undeva din Ceruri de la Dumnezeu, va duce la o asa iubire necontrolata, pasionala ca focul, lina ca apa marii la rasarit, nemuriotare, unica, divina, perfecta aproape, a noastra...numai a noastra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai insenintat sufletul, mi-ai alinat inima, vad numai bunatate peste tot, daruiesc fericire si insami  ma fericesc  vazandu-i pe ceilalti cu zambet pe chip.&lt;br /&gt;M-ai facut un alt OM. Un om mult mai bun, mult mai sensibil. Mult mai romantic. Mult mai inspirat! EU sunt rezultatul iubirii tale! Nici nu stii cate lucruri am invatat de la tine. Stiu ca nu ma crezi...ti-ar fi imposibil sa admiti asta. Dar Da, eu am invatat o multime  de lucruri de la tine. Muzica...o sa-mi amintesc de melodiile ce le ascultam impreuna toata viata! Unele nici nu stiam ca exista inainte sa mi le pui tu! da, e adevarat....Am invatat sa fiu mai toleranta, mai adaptabila...si am invatat ca astea sunt dovada de inteligenta. Scumpul meu, nici nu stii cat de inteligent esti! TU, cel de acum, esti rezultatul iubirii mele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun Fericit iubitul meu! Sa ai un somn linistit, odihnitor si datator de putere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1736035454371363595?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1736035454371363595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1736035454371363595' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1736035454371363595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1736035454371363595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-craciunulsi-ma-simt-atat-de-apropiata.html' title='E Craciunul..si ma simt atat de apropiata de tine'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sza6YrpLw8I/AAAAAAAABP8/YOBcGHFlSKY/s72-c/IMAG0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2883286193773964004</id><published>2009-12-24T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:58:07.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumanare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>magazin de  vise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzOBbS4uDVI/AAAAAAAABPk/nKYiPg0iF8A/s1600-h/IMAG0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzOBbS4uDVI/AAAAAAAABPk/nKYiPg0iF8A/s320/IMAG0339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418817082583027026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( poza e de anul trecut, ca nu am nici macar lumanari ca sa aprind,hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am visat la zapada si pom de Craciun, la colinde si cozonac, la prieteni si suflete calde! Am visat la astea..si iata-ma-s azi, in Ajun tot singura, stand in pat, eu si calaculatorul meu, ca de obicei! Si din lumea virtuala, oameni virtuali si reali imi fac cu mana sau cu ochiul (dupa caz) si ma imbie sa zambesc si sa nu mai tradicizez lucrurile. Sunt departe de mine dar ii simt aproape. Fiindca imi vorbesc cald. Fiindca imi soptesc ceea ce simt ca vreau sa aud. Ceea ce am nevoie sa aud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vorbit cu mama, cu tata, cu sora mea, cu unchiul meu,cu matusi, verisori, cu amici,colegi, cu prieteni, am vorbit cu cine am simtit eu ca trebuie sa vorbesc sau am vorbit fiindca au simtit ei ca trebuie sa comunice cu mine. Acum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun Fericit mie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara brad (ca am prea putini bani ca sa-mi permit sa-mi cumpar unul..si nici nu stiu de unde sa-l iau...ca sa nu mai vorbesc de globuri), fara zapada (ca a fost putina si tocmai s-a topit), fara cozonac (ca nu stiu sa fac...si nici nu am avut destul curaj sa incerc sa fac unul), cu colinde (ca o sa-mi colind la telefon parintii si o sa-mi scot de pe net unele), cu suflete calde (chiar daca sunt fizic departe de mine),cu imbratisarea prietenilor si urarile lor de bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun Fericit mie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2883286193773964004?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2883286193773964004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2883286193773964004' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2883286193773964004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2883286193773964004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/magazin-de-vise.html' title='magazin de  vise'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzOBbS4uDVI/AAAAAAAABPk/nKYiPg0iF8A/s72-c/IMAG0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1089522364999280777</id><published>2009-12-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:54:20.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nemultumiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzEjz0JkvlI/AAAAAAAABOk/kbsPefJzoHQ/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzEjz0JkvlI/AAAAAAAABOk/kbsPefJzoHQ/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418151199782518354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU stiu ce Dumnezeu se intampla..ca imi traduce Google-ul tot ce scriu in engleza....si bine...nu mai spun ca ma prapadesc de ras cand vad cum traduce...haha! In fine...o sa ma grabesc sa scriu de data asta ca sa nu ma mai "prinda" hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a facut dor. M-am uitat ieri aproape toata ziua la poze. De la scoli de vara, de la baluri de absolvire (ca deh, eu am avut doua, hihi), de la activitati de voluntariat, de la mare, de la munte, de la ziua mea...Mi s-a facut dor. Foarte dor. De oameni. De oamenii cu care am petrecut aceste evenimente. Oare si lor le este dor de mine? Hm..Nu stiu. Poate totusi da:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vine Craciunul. Si eu sunt la mama naibii. Si o sa-l petrec singura. Scriind. Sau poate dormind. Sau poate mancand. Nu stiu. Dar singura. Si nu regret. Il petrec singura fiindca asa am vrut eu...ca sa am mai mult timp sa-mi scriu temele. Doamneee , cand o sa scap si de astea o data? M-am saturat de invatat, pe bune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu merit si eu o viata linistita Doamne? Hm? Tu ce zici? Merit...Si daca o s-o am, cand o sa fie asta? Sper ca nu la sfarsitul vietii..hahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cel mai mult imi doresc sa fac om de zapada (dar n-am zapada), sa impodobesc bradul de Craciun (dar nu am nici brad si nici cu ce-l impodobi) si sa cant colinde parintilor impreuna cu sora mea, iar ei sa ne dea bani si prajituri, hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum mai bine de patru ani, pe vremea asta, am primit doi braduti. Unul verde si unul alb. Si globuri ca sa-i impodobesc. Era un dar de la un baiat foarte sarac. Stransese bani ca sa mi-i cumpere intreaga luna. Am aflat apoi. Imi este tare dor de bradutii aceia. (Mi-au inseninat inima!) Si sper sa-l ocroteasca Dumnezeu pe baiat. Si sa-l faca fericit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vreau ca toti oamenii dun lumea asta sa fie fericiti! Sa urasca mai putin, sa iubeasca mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma dor ochii. Becul din camera mea s-a ars. Si eu scriu pe intuneric. Si pe blog si pentru disertatie. Au astia niste becuri...unde naiba sa gasesc? dar ma dor ochii. Trebuie sa fac ceva! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si e firg. Ca facem economie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc la tine. In fiecare zi. Sa fii fericit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi vine sa plang. Nu vreau sa fiu singura..totusi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1089522364999280777?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1089522364999280777/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1089522364999280777' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1089522364999280777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1089522364999280777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/nemultumiri.html' title='nemultumiri'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SzEjz0JkvlI/AAAAAAAABOk/kbsPefJzoHQ/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-971404521413868833</id><published>2009-12-19T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:24:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierd vremea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sy0MGSy7SQI/AAAAAAAABOc/c4jHvvs-W9s/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sy0MGSy7SQI/AAAAAAAABOc/c4jHvvs-W9s/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416999229060761858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a special style in the waste tipmul me. I have done nothing this week. Mint ... the fpat wrote 6 raduri for dissertation!&lt;br /&gt; Are dust. Must be completed by early January. My master's essay, too. And are dust. Do anything else, but do not write my homework, so to speak. Wasting time in unnecessary conversation. My books are in bed ... can I get to them these days, I hope ... I gave a lot of money. How would you not read?&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas is coming. So what? A celebration so important to me .... spent away from home .. away from loved ones .... I watch all the cold. That's I what I wanted after all. And I need to get mobilized. Shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for anyone or anything! She was tired of everybody and everything. I do not want to see the nimei. I want to be seen by anyone. I'm sleeping. I dream of a quiet and boring life .. all the time in which to sleep, watch TV, read, to paint, eat and make myself beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te pup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-971404521413868833?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/971404521413868833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=971404521413868833' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/971404521413868833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/971404521413868833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/pierd-vremea.html' title='Pierd vremea'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sy0MGSy7SQI/AAAAAAAABOc/c4jHvvs-W9s/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1643627587115827491</id><published>2009-12-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:11:06.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trandafiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disertatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadou'/><title type='text'>Ceva NOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SyfQk0GFRyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lRJdlI9R-G4/s1600-h/DSC02534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SyfQk0GFRyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lRJdlI9R-G4/s320/DSC02534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415526407814334242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se schimba ceva in propria-mi viata. In bine. In foarte bine. Daruiesc! Si sunt atat de fericita cand daruiesc. Primesc! Primiesc inzecit, sau poate chiar inmiit! Sunt o norocoasa. Chiar sunt! In douazeci si cinci de ani aproape nu mi-am dat seama...abia acum realizez, vad, traiesc. Sunt o norocoasa! Ca te iubesc, ca ma iubesti, ca viata ne iubeste pe amandoi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tot ce vreau si totusi imi lipseste ceva. Imi lipseste un loc al meu...m-a saturat sa tot migrez dintr-un loc in altul..am nevoie sa stiu ca undeva...am ceva al meu.Rezolv eu repede si problema asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi am trimis un cadou. Imi place asa de mult sa fac cadouri! Sa-i fac pe cei apropiati fericiti! Intr-o cutiuta am pus un soldatel britanic, o minge pentru masina si un breloc:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare sa ma apuc de scris disertatia pentru master? hm...nu am niciun chef...dar trebuie..o data si o data...&lt;br /&gt;lasa, mai bine maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am primit un buchet de trandafiri roz. Nu stiam ca si aici se poarta moda oferirii de flori! Cat de minunat mi s-a parut gestul! Sunt primele flori pe care le-am primit aici! Mi-au placut asa de mult...incat am pus prea multa solutie pentru a le tine in viata mult timp...si s-au ofilit! "Vezi Victoria daca i-ai sufocat cu iubirea ta? Au murit...":(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1643627587115827491?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1643627587115827491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1643627587115827491' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1643627587115827491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1643627587115827491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/12/ceva-nou.html' title='Ceva NOU'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SyfQk0GFRyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lRJdlI9R-G4/s72-c/DSC02534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4404252975517500574</id><published>2009-11-24T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:59:32.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucerire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazin de vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><title type='text'>Cineva acolo sus ma iubeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SwyBFyJleuI/AAAAAAAABFs/RBoHH5f84A8/s1600/Copy+of+img956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SwyBFyJleuI/AAAAAAAABFs/RBoHH5f84A8/s320/Copy+of+img956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407839188926429922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Si spun asta fiindca simt. Vad cum soarele rasare mai frumos azi decat ieri. Si sunt convinsa ca maine va rasari si mai frumos ca azi. Am incredere in mine. Am! Vad cum imi zambesc oamenii, privesc fetele lor imbujorate, inteleg privirea calda, adulmec mirosul pasilor de pe strada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant. Si eu cant atat de rar. Acum cant. Rad. Cuceresc. Visez. Visez, apoi realizez. Am incredere in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daruiesc atata bunatate si primesc asa multa fericire! E usor. Aste atat de usor sa daruiesti! Vesnicia e bunatate. Bunatatea e plinatate. Si plinatatea duce la implinire. Sunt aproape implinita! In trei ani voi fi pe deplin implinita. Mai sunt doar trei ani. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva acolo ma iubeste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU  esti acel cineva! Si multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai este cineva care ma iubeste. Sunt atat de norocoasa! Multumesc Doamne, este cineva si acolo sus care ma iubeste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4404252975517500574?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4404252975517500574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4404252975517500574' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4404252975517500574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4404252975517500574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/11/cineva-acolo-sus-ma-iubeste.html' title='Cineva acolo sus ma iubeste'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SwyBFyJleuI/AAAAAAAABFs/RBoHH5f84A8/s72-c/Copy+of+img956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1526753072028692423</id><published>2009-11-11T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:24:59.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teme'/><title type='text'>De ziua mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Svtx9bG56lI/AAAAAAAABFM/DN21gxoWeV4/s1600-h/Picture+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Svtx9bG56lI/AAAAAAAABFM/DN21gxoWeV4/s320/Picture+40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403037478023719506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut azi? NIMIC. Am pierdut iarasi ziua degeaba. Nu stiu cum reusesc. Am fost la librarie sa caut niste carti....m-au golit astia de bani...Doamneeee ce scumpe sunt! Mi-am facut tema pt masterul de acasa...am raspuns la e-mail-uri, am vorbit cu sormea..dar in engleza....hahha, am mai vb cu cineva (dar nu-ti zic cu cine), am plas, am ras, am mancat ciocolata si lapte cu cereale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viata de rahat. Care trece prea repede.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt; Mama Doamnee ce de-a teme am pentru zilel astea!! prezentari, eseuri, proiecte! vaileu...o sa ma omoare astia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa-mi iau bilet de avion..sa vin la examene acasa...si nu-mi ajung deloc banii..oofff..daca o sa-mi dau toata bursa pe drumuri Birmingham- Bucuresti,o sa fie rau tare..dar lasa ca vad eu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1526753072028692423?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1526753072028692423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1526753072028692423' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1526753072028692423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1526753072028692423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ziua-mea.html' title='De ziua mea'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Svtx9bG56lI/AAAAAAAABFM/DN21gxoWeV4/s72-c/Picture+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7745684297124623254</id><published>2009-11-10T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:02:50.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma gandesc sa schimb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SvninKGKFHI/AAAAAAAABCw/af-S_Bv7Pw0/s1600-h/svMNsz365190-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SvninKGKFHI/AAAAAAAABCw/af-S_Bv7Pw0/s320/svMNsz365190-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402598390360577138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt goala. Pe dinauntru. Nu simt nimic. Nici tristete, nici bucurie. Nu iubesc. Nu urasc. Nu-mi este frica. Simt ca totul este asa cum trebuia sa fie de la bun inceput.E bine. Imi clarific unele chestii. Am timp. Sa gandesc. Sa-mi pun in ordine gandurile. Simt totusi ceva. Ca nu sunt iubita. Ca e prea departe iubirea mea. Ca nu mai vrea sa ma auda. Sa ma simta. Dar o sa revin. Am putere sa revin. Sa iau ce mi s-a luat. Cred. Ma gandesc la tine. Ma gandesc la noi. Oare tu te gandesti la NOI? Exista "noi" pentru tine? ...Sigur ca exista! Sunt inconfundabila. Si te iubesc. Nimeni nu te mai iubeste ca mine. Nimeni nu poate sa iubeasca la fel ca mine.  Iubesc viata. Iar tu esti VIATA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc sa imi fac un al treilea blog. In engleza. Se plange lumea ca nu poate sa-mi citeasca blogurile fiindca nu sunt in engleza. O sa-mi fac si unul asa...promit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul evolueaza spre bine. E greu, dar e bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7745684297124623254?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7745684297124623254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7745684297124623254' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7745684297124623254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7745684297124623254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/11/ma-gandesc-sa-schimb.html' title='Ma gandesc sa schimb'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SvninKGKFHI/AAAAAAAABCw/af-S_Bv7Pw0/s72-c/svMNsz365190-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6640568115016418806</id><published>2009-10-25T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:36:12.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrizia Cassi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurnalism'/><title type='text'>Havana uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TP1XLZBdCBI/AAAAAAAACRQ/SYVXHUTNe1M/s1600/Havana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TP1XLZBdCBI/AAAAAAAACRQ/SYVXHUTNe1M/s320/Havana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547686169197479954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TP1W9yuSCHI/AAAAAAAACRI/5-acXnHsqWU/s1600/Havana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TP1W9yuSCHI/AAAAAAAACRI/5-acXnHsqWU/s320/Havana1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547685935578220658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed by Patrizia Cassi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6640568115016418806?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6640568115016418806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6640568115016418806' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6640568115016418806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6640568115016418806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/10/havana-uno.html' title='Havana uno'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/TP1XLZBdCBI/AAAAAAAACRQ/SYVXHUTNe1M/s72-c/Havana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8900508484252882467</id><published>2009-10-20T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:23:05.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cizme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIoyds TSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bani'/><title type='text'>Mi-e rau de raul meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/St25bViP1TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nv-5h4WtrmY/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/St25bViP1TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nv-5h4WtrmY/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394671807948117298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenul ii apartine lui Stefan Cararusa.MULTUMESC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi..imi vine ba sa rad, ba sa plang, nu pot sa ma hotarasc exact asupra acestei reactii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plouat rau de tot zilele astea. Eu imi cumparasem din Sir( hhahaa) o pereche de cizmulite din panza neagra , fara toc, foarte frumoase de altfel cu care m-am mandrit pe aici nevoie mare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai avem bani. Deloc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuma de ce sa mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; M-au tot intrebat unuii si altii daca am nevoie de un imprumut.Chiar m-au siimprumutat, recunosc. Sunt destul de saritori oamneii aici, mai ales romanii cu romanii:) Dar eu asteptam bursa. Si mergeam in fiecare zi sa-mi verific cardul. Putream foarte bine sa-mi folosesc home banking-ul, dar na, daca nu-mi mai stiu parola...trebuie sa merg pana la bancomatul de la LIoyds TSB care e destul de departe, in celalat capat al campusului universitar. Hm...Si ploua. Si nu e ploaie ca la noi ...sa toarne o data si sa ma lase in pace dupa aia. Aici nu. Plua incet..asa cat sa crezi ca poti iesi fara umbrela ( na, ca nici umbrela nu am). Si eu am iesit. Si mi s-au facut varza cizmele din panza neagra din care a inceput sa iasa toata culoarea ( am remarcat asta cand m-am descaltat si am vazut ca sosetele mele albe erau de fapt negre..si ude pe deasupra!) s-au facut varza, mai pe romaneste. " Nu mi i-au pus nici astazi" am zis eu trista si m-am intors spre casa prin ploaie. Si mergand....mi s-a dezlipit talpa la o cizma..si lipaiamj cu ea prin ploaie rugandu-ma la Dumnezeu sa ma ajute sa ajung acasa cat mai repede. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am descaltat....ce sa fac cu ele.....hai sa le usuc. Dar unde? Centrala termica nu era pornita, eu nu stiam cum s-o deschid. Mi-am pus cizmele in cuprorul cu microunde. Si s-au uscat ele saracele...dar erau praf. pnza se stricase de tot....talpa s-a dezlipit si la cealalta....le-am aruncat la cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata ziua am stat botoasa...ca nu mai aveam frumusete de cizme...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8900508484252882467?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8900508484252882467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8900508484252882467' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8900508484252882467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8900508484252882467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-e-rau-de-raul-meu.html' title='Mi-e rau de raul meu'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/St25bViP1TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nv-5h4WtrmY/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4444508126705862866</id><published>2009-10-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:36:21.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reciclare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poluare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deseuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gunoi'/><title type='text'>Ciudatenii de prin Anglia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/StIHB3HJohI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8OuwygwjFg/s1600-h/img970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/StIHB3HJohI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8OuwygwjFg/s320/img970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379432471110162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/StIG2sxRAkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fTS6N2ppigs/s1600-h/img778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/StIG2sxRAkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fTS6N2ppigs/s320/img778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379240716403266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc mult lui Marian pentru desene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns acasa la Ami si dau sa-mi incarc telefonul ca mi se descarcase.Hopaaa, prizele lor au 3 gauri! Mamaaaa! la ce le trebuie astora 3 gauri la priza? A? M-am chinuit eu sa bag incarcatorul in doua dintre ele dar nu mergea. Hm....Ce tara de K...at! Ce nervi, noroc de Ami care avea un adaptor! ma duc sa ma spal pe fata ca nu mai pot de draci! sa ma mai racoresc oleaca (zic "oleaca" ca la noi la Moldova, in "Botseni" mai special:P)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cauta baia nene. Ami a zis " vezi ca e jos"! Unde jos maica? Jos e un hol, apoi living...bucatarie....baia e invizibila! A,mai vad o usa in bucatarie..hm...o fi de la debara...sau vreo camara unde isi tin ei alimentele...&lt;br /&gt;..Nu era debara, ci BAIA! Fac economie de spatiu englezii astia! Ce calici!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ies afara. Soare cu dinti. Brr!! Cer de la Ami o geaca. Eu mor de frig si studentele de aici poata tricouri cu maneca scurta si fuste mini fara ciorapi! Mama..zici ca vine vara si nu stiu eu!&lt;br /&gt;Plus ca..indiferent daca le avantajeaza sau nu, fetele poarta nestingherite, la scoala sau in pub, colanti negri si pantaloni scurti! Am vazut domnisoare care mergeau la scoala si in pijamale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alta ciudatenie: in loc sa aiba o incalzie centrala foarte buna, eficienta si eficace (ca doar Anglia se vrea o tara dezvoltata), locul asta extraordinar de scump (si nejustificat de scump) imi ofera pentru incalzire niste botelcute din plastic in care pot pune eu apa fierbinte si ma pot incalzi. Ca acum doua sute de ani cand oamenii isi puneau in pat caramizi fierbinti ca sa incalzeasca patul inaite de culcare! Groaznic! Bine, sa nu-ti inchipui ca nu au si incalzire centrala la casele astea. Au! Insa e atat de scump gazul sau curentul electric, incat lumea prefera se se incalzeasca...macar pana vine de tot iarna, cu botelcutele astea din plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si inca ceva la care nu m-am asteptat: ei NU RECICLEAZA deseurile!Pai fiecare isi scoate gunoiul afara in fata usii. Asteapta sa vina cei care se ocupa cu colectarea deseurilor sa le ia gunoiul. Groaznic! Asta da sursa de poluare cu durata lunga de viata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4444508126705862866?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4444508126705862866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4444508126705862866' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4444508126705862866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4444508126705862866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/10/ciudatenii-de-prin-anglia.html' title='Ciudatenii de prin Anglia'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/StIHB3HJohI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8OuwygwjFg/s72-c/img970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8742019520256952403</id><published>2009-10-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:08:47.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birmingham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsuVglfhEdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PBNkz6g14qY/s1600-h/1154833112559_Autumn_sInvitationII2476FlAd001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsuVglfhEdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PBNkz6g14qY/s320/1154833112559_Autumn_sInvitationII2476FlAd001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389565766131585490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost asa de preocupata de atatea lucruri...stresata cu scoala, cu mutatul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temele, banii, drumurile inutile...tot..m-a facut sa uit  ca afara e asa de frumos. Ca e toamna. Si ca este cel mai romantic anotimp. Cel mai misterios. Cel mai nostalgic. Cel mai plin de culori ruginii. De frunze. Iubesc frunzele. Iubesc sa le pun in carti si sa le presez. Apoi sa scriu pe ele. Declaratii de-amor. Tie nu ti-am dat niciuna?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e greu sa cred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. E minunat aici. Campusul arata bestial.Multa verdeata. Organizare. Culoare. Pacat ca nu pot face poze.(nu am aparat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In campus gasesti absolut tot ce ai nevoie ca student. Toate facultatile universitatii sunt aici, nu trebuie sa te depalsezi dintr-un capat al orasului in altul ca la noi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblioteca, sali de internet, sali unde poti sa-ti fotocopiezi anumite carti sau sa scoti la imprimanta, sala de specatacole, sala de tenis, teren de fotbal, parc,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca....pentru a putea beneficia de toate astea trebuie sa ai un card ( doamne cat de greu am reusit sa-mi fac si eu cardul ala). Fara el..nu poti nici macar sa intri in biblioteca. hahhahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8742019520256952403?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8742019520256952403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8742019520256952403' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8742019520256952403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8742019520256952403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-birmingham.html' title='Beautiful Birmingham'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsuVglfhEdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PBNkz6g14qY/s72-c/1154833112559_Autumn_sInvitationII2476FlAd001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1546036814043996222</id><published>2009-10-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:01:58.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsfldgdLqTI/AAAAAAAAA20/grRWRsUIak4/s1600-h/Romeo.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsfldgdLqTI/AAAAAAAAA20/grRWRsUIak4/s320/Romeo.bmp.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388527774263388466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (ms oana pt desen)pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sambata seara. De fapt e sambata noapte. Sunt doar eu in toata casa asta care mi-a parut asa de mica iar acum imi pare atat de mare. Friguroasa. Rece. Atat de statica. Asa de staina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi scriu tema pentru luni. Se vrea sa fie un eseu original. Dar eu nu mai stiu sa fiu originala astazi.&lt;br /&gt; E o treaba complicata si chestia asta cu originalitatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sambata seara si eu sunt singura. Atat de departe. NU ma suna nimeni. Cine dracu' sa ma sune? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti scriu tot tie? hm.... de ce naiba nu esti aici sa-mi ocupi timpul ca sa nu-ti mai scriu? Ar fi trebuit sa fiu langa iubitul meu in seara asta, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt; Unde esti iubitule?&lt;br /&gt;a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este somn, e ora 1 noatea, adica 3 dimineata. Eu nu mi-am terminat eseul. Dar bat campii pe blog pentru tine. Sau pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...ce egoista sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce viata de rahat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1546036814043996222?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1546036814043996222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1546036814043996222' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1546036814043996222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1546036814043996222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/10/singura.html' title='singura'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SsfldgdLqTI/AAAAAAAAA20/grRWRsUIak4/s72-c/Romeo.bmp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6750252619537944388</id><published>2009-09-22T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:09:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jurnal deschis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Srk9AulclpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/i0QjFJO86JI/s1600-h/Docu0006.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Srk9AulclpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/i0QjFJO86JI/s320/Docu0006.bmp.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384401912212526738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc Oana pentru desen:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa-mi fac in sfarsit bagajul. Am lasat pana in ultimul moment. Am amanat cat am putut. A sosit clipa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa fac bagajul. Nu stiu sa-l fac. Sor-mea, ma ajuti?&lt;br /&gt;Adica....mi-l faci tu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis toate dulapurile. Am scos mormane de haine. Asta o iau? Dar asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamneeee...unde o sa incapa atatea?&lt;br /&gt;pai nu incap...trebuie sa mai scot din ele. Dar ce sa scot?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am ce sa scot. Plec pentru un an de zile , nu pentru doua saptamani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off...cum naiba ma incadrez in 20 de kilograme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate amintiri ma leaga de fiecare lucru...cate amintiri cu tine ma leaga de fiecare lucru. Imi vine sa plang. De dor. De dorul tau. De plecarea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am pus nimic in bagaj. NU am avut curaj sa pun nimic in bagaj. Ca eu nu stiu sa fac bagaje. Doamne..si cate bagaje am tot facut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am privit. Doar am privit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa plec. Tu crezi ca o sa te uit. Asa crezi tu. &lt;br /&gt;NU e adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pup si te imbratisez cu drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6750252619537944388?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6750252619537944388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6750252619537944388' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6750252619537944388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6750252619537944388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/09/jurnal-deschis.html' title='jurnal deschis'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Srk9AulclpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/i0QjFJO86JI/s72-c/Docu0006.bmp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7458873726548399351</id><published>2009-09-16T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:41:31.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stropi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='par'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploua'/><title type='text'>Si ploua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SrCaZn8drwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hcjyWSFd4pU/s1600-h/IMGP9264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SrCaZn8drwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hcjyWSFd4pU/s320/IMGP9264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381971319717736194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictura aceasta super ii apartine &lt;a href="http://rralucapopa.wordpress.com/"&gt;Oanei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sthefy/bdcef8af43640c.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sthefy/bdcef8af43640c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adriana-Ploua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploua…&lt;br /&gt; De mult nu am mai simtit mirosul de pamant  ud. Am zis bine. Nu miros de trotuar ud, sau miros de sosea uda. NU.  Miros de pamant ud…..&lt;br /&gt;Tuna.Si tunetul strica linistea picurilor ce cad pe acoperisul din tabla al casei.  Pic,pic, pic, se aude linistea picurilor de ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt sus in mansararda. Fulgera. Vad cum stropii mari si repezi cad pe frunzele de par din spatele casei. “ce bine e spalat parul asta”, m-am gandit. Si perele. Sunt inca verzi, or sa se coaca in noiembrie abia..dar clar, si ele sunt bine spalate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa de ploaie e buna. In vechime femeile se spalau pe cap cu apa de ploaie. Mi-a spus mie mama. Le facea parul mai moale…era apa de la Dumnezeu…&lt;br /&gt;Si ploua.&lt;br /&gt;E intuneric din nou. Nu se vede nimic. Nici stelele. Unde e steaua pe care mi-am ales-o impreuna cu tine? …..nu-i…&lt;br /&gt;Nu se vede nimic. Se simte. Simt crengile parului care se apleaca , simt apa care cade din cer, simt ca ea cade de pe acoperis undeva la coltul casei…..intr-o baltoaca mai mare. Simt asta fiindca se aude. Pleosc, pleosc. E o tabla in baltoaca aia. Da, este cu certitudine. Cand cad picurii pe ea, sunetul e altfel. Ca de tabla goala. Pac.Pac.Pac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram mica megeam cu picioarele despuiate prin baltoace. Si apa era calda. Brrr, ce rece este acuma. Si faceam barcute din coji de nuca verde care pluteau in baltoace….si uneori ploua asa de tare incat se faceau raulete ….si eu priveam de sus….de pe scari..nu ca acum…tot de sus, dar  din mansarda.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place cand ploua. Cand e apa calda si pot sa merg nestingherita prin ploaia. Imi place cand ploua fiindca se hraneste pamantul. Fiindca  se curata atmosfera. Imi place cand ploua fiindca e bine.&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca atunci cand ploua tu ma tii in brate. &lt;br /&gt;( bine, ma tii in brate tot timpul, adevarat….dar parca imi place mai mult cand ma tii in brate si ploua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Viata e scurta, incalca regulile, iarta repede, saruta incet, iubeste cu adevarat, razi necontrolat si nu regreta  nimic  din ceea ce faci, daca asta te face sa zambesti”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7458873726548399351?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7458873726548399351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7458873726548399351' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7458873726548399351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7458873726548399351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-ploua.html' title='Si ploua...'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SrCaZn8drwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hcjyWSFd4pU/s72-c/IMGP9264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6327076844174536111</id><published>2009-09-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:05:18.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unghii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indragostit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>without loving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sq5dGJUQu2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/F0U_GIek4CI/s1600-h/Soporific-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sq5dGJUQu2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/F0U_GIek4CI/s320/Soporific-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381340964915821410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( Fotografia ii apartine lui Teo, multumesc:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi o sa-ti vorbesc despre iubire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti atat de indragostit. Simti sarutul  meu pana in varful unghiilor. Ma gandesc.Esti ca focul. Sunt ca focul. Suntem ca focul. Ardem ca o singura flacara. Te zbati, ma zbat, ma ranesti, te ranesc, te iubesc, ma iubesti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti ca un resort. Cand te alint ma ridici la cer, imi faci viata un rai. Cand te pedepsesc ma arunci in iad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ca un resort. Te iubesc numai atunci cand vreau si vreau sa te iubesc doar cand imi dai tot ce-ti cer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cer mult. Si acest putin e mult prea greu pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu poti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti un copil, cu o minte de copil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat o sa mai ardem impreuna?&lt;br /&gt;Esti ca focul. Sunt ca focul.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni in lumea aceasta nu mai este ca noi. Nimeni in lumea aceasta nu mai simte ca noi.&lt;br /&gt;Functionam bine doar impreuna.Si functionam impreuna doar cand eu stiu sa renunt la mine. Doar cand tu stii sa renunti la tine. Caci impreuna suntem "noi" si nu "tu" sau "eu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost greu sa gandesc in termen de "noi". Ma gadeam tot timpul daca "noi"  este suficinet de bun pentru mine.  Si mereu ajungeam la concluzia ca nu e.:)(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost incomparabil. Esti incomparabil. Iubirea ta e incomparabila. Atat de frumos incat imi era frica sa nu uit clipele. Trebuie sa scriu candva despre asta. Ca sa nu uit. Da, trebuie sa scriu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa mor. Si daca as putea muri, as muri linistita. Caci am trait clipe ce poate altii  nu le-au trait intr-o viata. Stiu. Stii. Stim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc. La tine. &lt;br /&gt;Oare simti asta? Oare mai functioneaza telepatia? Oare mai gandim amandoi  acelasi lucru in aceeasi clipa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are alone,I'll be your shadow.If you want to cry,I'll be your shoulder.If you are not happy, I'll be your smile.If you need me, I'll  be always there..."&lt;br /&gt;                                         (by Vali)&lt;br /&gt;                                 .... but totally ...I am thinking the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6327076844174536111?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6327076844174536111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6327076844174536111' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6327076844174536111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6327076844174536111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/09/without-loving.html' title='without loving...'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sq5dGJUQu2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/F0U_GIek4CI/s72-c/Soporific-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2037416503883115729</id><published>2009-08-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:23:43.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine suntem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma numesc Rosu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Suskind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parfumul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cezara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Perkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Purec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orhan Pamuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesiunule unui asasin economic'/><title type='text'>A doua leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpkcZ0_GRLI/AAAAAAAAA14/9wMJQE9SXSs/s1600-h/Picture+0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpkcZ0_GRLI/AAAAAAAAA14/9wMJQE9SXSs/s320/Picture+0090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375358860289000626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (desenul mi l-a dat Razvan....sa stii ca imi place f mult, multumesc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vorba despre leapsa pe care o primise &lt;a href="http://maria.nodblog.com/viata/eu-cine-sunt"&gt;Maria &lt;/a&gt; de la &lt;a href="http://www.musat.com.ro/"&gt;Mihail&lt;/a&gt;. Mie mi-a placut foarte mult ideea. Numai ca nu gasisem intr-adevar o carte ce sa-mi iasa in evidenta si despre care sa scriu. ceva ce va poate trezi si voua interesul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta se intampla acum vreo luna si ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am citi de atunci Orhan Pamuk, "Ma numesc Rosu", carte ce imi aduce aminte de intortocheatele mahalale ale Istanbulului, apoi Patrick Suskind cu "Parfumul", unde am ramas oripilata de pasiunea unui bolnav psihic, am mai citit Dan Purec, "Cine Suntem" si m-am intrebat cand oare voi avea ocazia sa-l cunosc pe omul acesta si oare cum imi va parea mie...?( Toata lumea il ridica in slavi...Cezara, cand mi-a dat cartea, a avut in vedere sa-mi spuna:" Vezi, sa o citesti neaparat, da?" , asta pentru ca...nu prea imi plac mie filozofeala si cartile "sfatuitoare"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a aparut CARTEA.&lt;br /&gt;Este scrisa de un oarecare John Perkins (marturisesc sincer ca habar nu aveam cine este individul). Se numeste "Confesiunule unui asasin economic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O citea sora mea. Ma mir sa citeasca ea beletristica. Dar nu. Asta i-o recomandase la facultate....ca cica orice economist ar trebui sa o citeasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia sa vad eu despre ce e vorba. Sor'mea radea. Era sigura ca nu o voi citi. "Decat pagina de introducere" , zicea ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa este. Nu am citit-o. Am mancat-o pe paine. Din scoarta in scoarta. Si prefata, si postfata, si biografie..omul asta era super. Si scria si mai super. Plus ca avea un curaj extraordinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am cautat pe google. Oare nu l-au omorat? ...NU! Inca nu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dezvaluie niste realitati...dureroase. Economice. Sociale. Politice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a spus Andrei Hagherlacher ca a gasit pe un site ceva despre mine....ca as fi fost intr-o alta viata barbat( hahhahha, probabiil ca de asta imi plac acum asa de mult femeile) si ca scopul meu in viata aceasta este sa lupt pentru ecologizarea lumii si protejarea de radiatii. Super tare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau leapsa mea mai departe....la cine oare? aaa....i-o dau lui &lt;a href="http://www.impreunacutine.ro"&gt;Visinel&lt;/a&gt; ( ca sigur el nu a citit nicio carte in ultima vreme:)  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2037416503883115729?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2037416503883115729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2037416503883115729' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2037416503883115729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2037416503883115729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/08/doua-leapsa.html' title='A doua leapsa'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpkcZ0_GRLI/AAAAAAAAA14/9wMJQE9SXSs/s72-c/Picture+0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2211341651435558963</id><published>2009-08-26T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:56:35.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cizme cosetate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cercei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminescu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crema din lapte si miere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rafie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colega de banca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipsos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoica'/><title type='text'>Prima leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpUcOy_arcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/k5LDA9Yz7_Y/s1600-h/IMAG0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpUcOy_arcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/k5LDA9Yz7_Y/s320/IMAG0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374232770868063682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpUcEKzoJ1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Arr82SwDn_I/s1600-h/IMAG0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpUcEKzoJ1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Arr82SwDn_I/s320/IMAG0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374232588282505042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce superrrr! Multumesc &lt;a href="http://rralucapopa.wordpress.com"&gt;Oanei &lt;/a&gt;pentru idee. Deci, este vorba despre o leapsa colorata, la ea a fost verde. So, trebuie sa povestesc despre toate lucrurile din camera mea care au  culoarea pe care o alege Oana. Apoi sa-mi aleg un lucru din cele enumerate si sa-l descriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai...s-ar zice ca leapsa mea e alba. hmmmm ..M-as pune pe mine la inaintare, insa am fost la mare si m-am bronzat, deci nu mai sunt alba, hihihi :).&lt;br /&gt;Pai...pisicutza mea cu pui,nudul din ipsos, emblema cu Eminsecu,pernutza mea pentru martisoare,un sac din rafie (de la Teo) in care mi-am pus hainele cand am venit acasa (da..asa am venit....si sacul e alb),pungile ramase in geamantan,pantalonii scurti pe care i-am cumparat anul trecut, rochitza foarte scurta cu care am fost in vara asta la plaja, prosoapele mele de baie, papucii de casa pe care i-am luat acum patru ani din Viena (toata lumea si-a cumparat haine serioase, numai eu mi-am luat papuci de casa , hihihi), crema mea din lapte si miere pentru ten uscat, demachiantul de la Nivea, cerceii din ata, inelul cu lacrima, cerceii in forma de perle, puisorul pe care dorm, doi ursuleti pe care i-am primit de la E, scoicile de la mare si unele de la Prut, ia cusuta de mama si pe care eu i-am furat-o (sic), margelele mele din lemn,priza de la usa si intrerupatorul de la geam (sau era invers?), sosetele pe care le port acum, un tricou cu inimioara rosie (e alb, dar are o nevinovata inimioara rosie), oja pentru manichiura france,body-ul pe care il foloseam cand faceam balet(saracul, sta de peste 14 ani pe tusha),cizmulitzele mele crosetate(un adevarat trend in vara aceasta).....si lista poate continua, crede-ma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aleg un lucru dintre astea si sa-l descriu, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sincer...as vrea sa descriu sacul de rafie, ca are o poveste interesanta(hahhaha),insa o sa iti povestesc despre nudul meu din ipsos..(ca tot imi plac mie nudurile).&lt;br /&gt;Nudul este alb...bine, acum are cateva fire de praf, dar te asigur ca in general este alb ca varul..Asa. O fata frumoasa ce tine o minge in maini. Dar mai bine vezi tu despre ce este vorba, ca eu nu ma pricep la descrieri. Am primit statueta de la o verisoara a mamei mele acum mai bine de zece ani. O gasisem pe pervazul ferestrei din bucatarie sau pe masuta de langa geam, nu mai tin minte. Si ma tot uitam la fata goala, si o tot admiram. Cand am plecat, matusa mi-a spus sa-mi aleg de la ea din casa ce mi-ar placea mie sa am. Si am ales statueta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroia sa o arunce fiindca se crapase. Mie mi-a placut si asa crapta si ca atare, mi-a dat-o mie. Imi este dor de matusa...Dumnezeu s-o ierte, ca amurit.In primavara aceasta. Avea o casa mica langa o padure mare. Cand eram la ea, mergeam impreuna dupa ciuperci sau dupa flori...Divina amintire. Am multe lucruri de la ea, insa cel mai mult imi place nudul acesta. Cand il vad, imi amintesc de fiecare data de ea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las leapsa pe mana lui &lt;a href="http://vorbeaiurea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bogdan&lt;/a&gt; , iubitul meu coleg, nu-i asa Bogdan? (hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa lui....sa fie neagra...pai daca a mea a fost alba...ia sa vedem cum te descurci Bogdane (hihi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2211341651435558963?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2211341651435558963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2211341651435558963' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2211341651435558963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2211341651435558963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-leapsa.html' title='Prima leapsa'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SpUcOy_arcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/k5LDA9Yz7_Y/s72-c/IMAG0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2813697881595526256</id><published>2009-08-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:14:33.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ursulet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mos Craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liviu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jucarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ratusaca'/><title type='text'>Acasa (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/So0-GV2NSXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rB3ENImyc_I/s1600-h/img236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/So0-GV2NSXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rB3ENImyc_I/s320/img236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372018209187514738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ma uit la pozele mele..de cand eram un bebe grasut de doi ani si pana in clasa a 12 a de liceu. Ma gandeam ca eram tare uratica in generala….si destul de sleampata in liceu. Ma si  mir ca se mai uita cate unul doi la maine pe atunci. Nici nu inteleg cum naiba. Acuma pe bune. Eram urata cu draci. Mama ce urata eram!!!&lt;br /&gt; Ce urata eram si ce amintiri frumoase mi-au ramas.&lt;br /&gt;Si jucariile de plus. &lt;br /&gt;Pe toate le am.&lt;br /&gt;Ursuletii imbracati in Mos Craciun, Mos Craciunul  cu sacul rosu in spate, pisicuta urlatoare cu puii ei, ariciul cu flori in loc de tepi (toate astea de la Nicu, cel mai dulce baiat de pe pamant), iepurasul roz pe schiuri de la Andrei (un ploiestean simpatic pe care l-am cunoscut pe patine),ratusca galbenta, ursuletul roz (preferatul meu), catelul  gri, leul maro cu talpi rosii, toate de la Florin ( BAIATUL CARE IUBESTE SI URASTE IN ACELASI TIMP), ursuletul  albastru si cel alb care tine in labute o inimioara rosie,(de la Marian - baiatul pestisor) si nu in ultimul rand un alt ursulet maro…primit in dar anul trecut de la un blond cu ochii albastri….ursuletul acela e inima mea.&lt;br /&gt;Langa toate astea…..sta manuta pentru masaj de la Danutza, cutia mecanica muzicala de la Ionut, motocicleta de la la Marius, o masinuta cu atas de la Costel, lampa fermecata de la Bogdan, un ursulet mic , mic si scump de la Ionut, (tot de la el am si un portret pe care mi l-a desenat si despre care am mai vorbit pe blogul meu),am un ban din 1792 de la Pavel, conurile de brad pe care le-am cules dintr-o padure cand am fost la stana cu Badia (asta cand eram in clasa a V a),- in clasa a V a m-a muscat si un caine de picior , tot cand eram cu Badia la o stana….&lt;br /&gt;Acum mai am o chitara….care a apartinut de 15 ani lui Liviu…si eu  am vrut pana azi s-o duc intr-un club de Jazz sau sa o daruiesc barului din Ploiesti al lui Doroftei….In egoismul meu am hotarat sa pastrez chitara. Desi a fost miseleste castigata. Sau nu.&lt;br /&gt; E a mea  la drept vorbind.  O s-o pastrez. Inca.  Te superi pe mine Liviu?&lt;br /&gt;Am primit carti….nu am apucat sa le citesc pe toate.  Sunt abia la “Ma numesc Rosu” de Orhan Pamuk. Imi place. Imi aduce aminte de locurile inghesuite din Istanbul… Imi este dor de Istanbul. Am vrut sa merg in vara asta. &lt;br /&gt;Dar vara nu s-a terminat. &lt;br /&gt;Cred ca o sa merg totusi. &lt;br /&gt;Cu trenul. &lt;br /&gt;Asa cum imi place mie.:p&lt;br /&gt;Ce mai am eu acasa? Pai… tablourile mele…desene pe care le-am pus si pe acest blog in primele postari din 2007. Imi este dor sa pictez, sa desenez, sa ma joc cu acuarela si cu pensoanele. Vreau sa-mi fact timp si pentru asta. Dar cand?&lt;br /&gt;Imi propun multe…..lucruri de suflet pentru mine…..de  ani de zile si… nu mai apuc. Uoffff…..(cum spunem noi in Moldova).&lt;br /&gt;Ma relaxez desenand.  &lt;br /&gt;Ma eliberez. &lt;br /&gt;Creez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2813697881595526256?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2813697881595526256/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2813697881595526256' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2813697881595526256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2813697881595526256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/08/acasa-2.html' title='Acasa (2)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/So0-GV2NSXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rB3ENImyc_I/s72-c/img236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-45528653269972961</id><published>2009-08-17T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:55:02.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conuri de brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turma de oi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cireada de vaci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stiuca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basarabia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colega de banca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tata'/><title type='text'>Acasa(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Soko4zEBXBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ILuscOAXlp8/s1600-h/xo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Soko4zEBXBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ILuscOAXlp8/s320/xo3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868986860887058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acasa......&lt;br /&gt;Nu am inteles niciodata daca imi este dor de casa sau daca vreau sa vin doar fiindca asa e normal....adica e normal sa mai dai si pe acasa din cand in cand...sa-ti mai vezi rudele, parintii, sora....&lt;br /&gt;Nu am inteles niciodata de ce cand vin acasa tata ma imbratiseaza  cu putere si rade de fericire, iar mama e rece ca gheata si asteapta sa o pup eu. Oare daca nu as face-o….ce ar face ea?  Nu cred ca o sa pot afla vreodata…..ca nu rezist fara sa o pup eu prima (sic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu o sa intelegeti multi la ce ma refer eu cand spun acasa….desi v-am spus de multe ,ori dar ati trecut cu vederea.  Toata lumea cede ca ma refer la Iasi cand spun “acasa”. Ei bine, nu-i asa… Acasa….e undeva pe malul Prutului….mal de pe care urlam eu cand eram mica si-mi raspundeau copii din Basarabia. Mal de unde priveam cum unchiul meu aflat in barca in mijlogul apei , aduna cu harponul sau setca lui peste. Mal  unde am invatat cum arata o platica, o stiuca, un salau, o broasca testoara, o scoica….acolo am vazut pentru prima oara toate astea.  Am crescut cu apa langa mine si cu toate astea nu am invatat sa inot. Mama spune ca eram sa ma inec o data…intr-o zi ploioasa..tot pe malul Prutului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand vin acasa imi creste inima de bucurie. Vad  dealurile, pajistile, Prutul si copacii de pe marginea drumului…..cand am venit acum , era si o turma de oi…..care ne-a oprit cateva minute (doar nu era sa dam peste oi) si apoi….am dat si peste o cireada de vite….Am venit cu Adi si Dragos…..si lor li s-a parut de vis….&lt;br /&gt;Aici ma cunoaste aproape toata lumea..bine, sa nu exageram, toata lumea de pe strda am vrut sa zic ( hahaha). Nici nu ajung bine ca ma opreste careva sa ma mai intrebe una alta….si mie imi face asa de multa placere….Vad copii mici alergand…..nu recunosc pe nimeni..Ai cui or fi? Cine i-o fi facut asa de repede ? Ca parca data trecuta cand am venit  nu-i  vazusem. Ce repede trece timpul….mama Doamneeee!&lt;br /&gt;Aici am toate amintirile puse in cutii mari sau mici de carton…sigilate cu scoci din ala foarte lat..ca sa nu poate oricine sa le desfaca…Si cand mi se face dor, mai deschid din cand in cand cate o cutie. Nimic nu-i pierdut. Nici figurina din creta pe care mi-a dat-o Stefan, colegul meu din liceu, nici mini ghiozdanelul din plus de la Georgiana, nici scrisorile sincere si atat de romantice de la Razvan. In cutiile mele am aproape intreaga mea corespondenta cu Andra, prietena mea din copilarie, caietul meu de poezii, nudul sculptat de la matusa mea din Barsanesti- de aici poate si pasiunea mea pentru nuduri ( sic), vederile de la colega mea de banca , (tot de la ea am si o scoica cu Maica Domnului pe care mi-a adus-o de la nu stiu ce manastire…iarta-ma Larisa ca am uitat cum se numea). Biletele de amor  primite in generala , Frunze presate si petale de flori pe care am scris sau mi s-a scris cate ceva…scoicile mele, pietrele pe care le am din locuri speciale, toate sunt in mintea mea si in cutiile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi m-am uitat in albumul meu …am gasit uitate niste diplome…Cum naiba am uitat de ele? Si caietul de poze din liceu…..cat de mult ne-am schimbat toti….si ce dor imi este de voi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-45528653269972961?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/45528653269972961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=45528653269972961' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/45528653269972961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/45528653269972961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/08/acasa1.html' title='Acasa(1)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Soko4zEBXBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ILuscOAXlp8/s72-c/xo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-451319542766373504</id><published>2009-08-06T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:45:57.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurnalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazin de vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipe'/><title type='text'>Clipe de vis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SnrsXNG1bKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rgpiYDyYGhw/s1600-h/Picture+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SnrsXNG1bKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rgpiYDyYGhw/s320/Picture+69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861789364841634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Snrr-Y9eooI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tFAsb0gtLtk/s1600-h/Picture+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Snrr-Y9eooI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tFAsb0gtLtk/s320/Picture+30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861363050095234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atat de curios cum mi se poate schimba viata .. Cum pot sa fac lucruri pe care am spus ca niciodata nu le voi face. Cum voi „atenta” la libertatea altora..din egoism propriu probabil . Norocul meu ca libertatea despre care vorbesc apartine tot unui egoist….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visele mele…romantismul pe care  mi l-am dorit…clipele de neuitat…sunt de neiertat greselile; atata timp cat le percepi ca pe o greseala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am gresit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am simtit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu ca doua vise sa coicida. E greu ca doua persoane sa lupte pentru acelasi vis.  Si cand eu nu sunt prea sigura de visul meu….las pe altcineva sa-si indeplineasca visarea. Si eu ajut. Caci am un magazine de vise. Si le vand. Vand vise. De tot felul. Orice nu ti-a trecut prin minte vreodata. Sau ce nu mi-a trecut mie prin minte vreodata. Sau mi-a trecut…Sau ti-a trecut si tie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cert. Daca ai avut un vis ce nu ti s-a indeplinit, inseamna ca nu ti-a dorit destul de mult acel lucru. Eu sunt convinsa de asta. Problema e ….ce te faci cand ti se indeplinesc vise pe care nu ti le doresti? Hm….bine zicea cineva..ai grija ce-ti doresti, ca s-ar putea sa ti se indeplineasca. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trait clipe de vis. Atat pot spune. Si multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-451319542766373504?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/451319542766373504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=451319542766373504' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/451319542766373504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/451319542766373504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/08/clipe-de-vis.html' title='Clipe de vis'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SnrsXNG1bKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rgpiYDyYGhw/s72-c/Picture+69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8523646246591999393</id><published>2009-07-19T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:34:03.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoala de vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Managementul programelor si proeictelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANSIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTS'/><title type='text'>Scoala de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Smr7s3uW8FI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BeNqnWNm9Rk/s1600-h/vistalight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Smr7s3uW8FI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BeNqnWNm9Rk/s320/vistalight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362375054629204050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Smr7m-JbH4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/pgY0zsn3pb8/s1600-h/varsator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Smr7m-JbH4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/pgY0zsn3pb8/s320/varsator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362374953274122114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaia Nord, iulie 2009&lt;br /&gt;Managemenul programelor si proiectelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rectific ce am spus in postarea anterioara. Daca nu ma pot abtine, nu ma pot abtine (hahhahaha). Pai da, iar am fost la o scoala de vara....iar am mers la mare cu treaba chipurile...:) Probabil ca mi-a intrat in sange si e greu sa ma las de mania asta...Plus ca imi place la nebunie. Anul acesta am mers la un curs de management organizat de Ministerul Tineretului si Sportului...(sincer imi este dor de scolile de vara de la ANSIT si ANT...:p - chiar nu pot intelege rationamentul desfiintarii lor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun. Vorbeam de scoala de vara. Oameni noi, comportamente diferite, activitati de tot felul. Cum sa nu ma inscriu de fiecare data, cand e asa de frumos?&lt;br /&gt;Cine nu a participat la asa ceva , nu are de unde sa stie...insa pentru mine scolile de vara sunt zuuuperr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut acolo? in primul rand am facut cunostinta cu aproape 60 de alti tineri.(wauu!), apoi am cunoscut-o pe treineritza noastra (o scupa),pe organizatori (foarte dulci si ei), am fost in fiecare zi intre  9 si 3 dupa-amiza la cursuri, am acumulat cunostinte, am facut schimb de idei, am mediat conflicte, ne-am implicat in proiecte si joculetze:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa-amiaza mergeam pe plaja sa ne prajiim sau sa jucam volei (drept ca eu nu prea puteam nici sa tin mingea aia grea..chipurile speciala de volei) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara....intalnire in foisor, bancuri, povesti, flirturi, karaoke (unii dintre noi chiar aveau o voce super), disco, plimbare pe plaja, baie nocturna, indepliniri de pedepse si cate si mai cate. Sambata..marele examen....scris si sustinerea de proiect....emotii..mai ceva ca la licentza( hahha).&lt;br /&gt; Plec mai obosita decat eram la venire, insa pot spune ca a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colegii de curs? Super tari! Ne stim de o saptamana si parca ne-am cunoaste de o viata, pe bune!Daca ar merge toti tinerii la astfel de evenimente, poate lumea ar socializa un pic altfel...poate lumea sociala ar arata un pic altfel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am auzit ca noua ministra a Ministerului Tineretului si Sportului vreau sa scoata din plan scolile de vara. Da' bine domnule (scuzati, doamna,destul ca aproape toate proiectele pentru tineri s-au dus pe apa sambetei o data cu dizolvaea ANT-ului si Ansit-ului...acum, nici la MTS sa nu avem macar o scoala de vara?&lt;br /&gt;hm.....trist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca Romania are nevoie de tineri specializati in meserii (brutari, dulgheri, croitori, etc.), stiu ca avem deficit de meserii in acesasta directie..insa ..in loc sa desfiinteze scolile de vara, pe considerentul ca educatia non-formala nu e pe placul necesitatilor tarii, ar putea sa lase si aceasta metoda de studiu, adaugand alte proiecte pentru obtinerea de meserii..nu?&lt;br /&gt;Adica de ce sa distrugi? Nu mai bine adaugi...la ce ai deja? Cati dintre noi isi vor permite financiar sa face aceste cursuri?  In modul acesta se sustine discriminarea financiara, adica eu daca nu am bani, nu o sa mai pot sa fac nimic....ca toate cursurile pe care vreau sa le urmez costa... Scolile de vara complet finatzate, erau o metoda de a studia non formal fara sa scoti bani din buzunar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te las ca commentezi si sa adaugi ce parere ai despre asta:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8523646246591999393?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8523646246591999393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8523646246591999393' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8523646246591999393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8523646246591999393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/07/scoala-de-vara.html' title='Scoala de vara'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Smr7s3uW8FI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BeNqnWNm9Rk/s72-c/vistalight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4312108519242679394</id><published>2009-07-07T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:27:43.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoala de vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liniste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Toata lumea pleaca la mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SlMv2u7oAOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wJxnLONmEP4/s1600-h/coridor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SlMv2u7oAOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wJxnLONmEP4/s320/coridor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676999231209698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tot mers la mare in fiecare an. Am stat cu saptamanile. Stiu ca ma suna mama sa ma intrebe de ce nu mai vin acasa.... In fiecare an plecam la mare nu ca sa ma bronzez, ci ca sa mai fac rost de o diploma, doua (sic!)...Plecam la scoli de vara. Unele dupa altele. Si imi placea ideea. Impuscam doi iepuri dintr-o lovitura.:):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ma duceam  branza si ma intorceam cascaval. Adica nimic spectaculos....nu bronz, nu apa, nu castele de nisip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vara aceasta o sa plec special pentru bronz, apa si castele de nisip. Ca m-am saturat de diplome si scoli de vara. (oare?)- mint cu siguranta- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara imi fac tot timpul planuri pentru noul an...scolar...ca la mine asta e inceputul anului de fapt:) Vara am TIMP. Si din prea mult timp , o iau razna cateodata. Si consecintele se revarsa si spre toamna incolo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uneori imi folosesc bine timpul din vara...si asta se revarsa de asemenea  spre toamana incolo...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor sa ma trezesc dupa-amiaza tarziu....&lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor de plictiseala, de leneveala si liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt inchisa intr-o lume cu peretii mult prea grosi pentru a putea sa-i sparg eu.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi....o sa incerc s-i sparg..sau sa gasesc o fereastra si  o sa ies pe acolo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4312108519242679394?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4312108519242679394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4312108519242679394' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4312108519242679394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4312108519242679394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/07/toata-lumea-pleaca-la-mare.html' title='Toata lumea pleaca la mare'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SlMv2u7oAOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wJxnLONmEP4/s72-c/coridor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8281492925154740353</id><published>2009-07-02T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:10:46.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ionut Luculescu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria Baltag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stefan Cararusa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>Cel mai frumos cadou pe care l-am primit vreodata</title><content type='html'>....Ieri mi-a adus Ionut un portret. Pacat ca nu pot sa-l pun pe blog....nu i-am facut poza ca nu am baterii la aprat( sic) , dar o sa o pun mai mult ca sigur:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai primit un asemenea portret acum 5 ani de la Stefan Cararusa. Talentat. Inteligent. Deschis. Nu stiu ce mai face, poate o sa-l sun intr-o zi. Sper ca si -a indeplinit  toate visele....spun asta la trecut fiindca acum ar trebui sa aiba vreo 30 de ani si a avut timp sa-si duca la bun sfarit planurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da.....cand mi-a dat portretul.....eram atat de fericita...si clar, i-am zis ca este cel mai frumos cadou pe care l-am putut primi vreodata.Era ceva muncit de el, ceva creeat, arta curata. Pentru mine. Simteam ca sunt in al noualea cer, ce mai.....Il am intr-un dosar acasa, dar vreau sa-l plastifiez si sa-l inramez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa m-am simtit si ieri....cel mai frumos cadou e ceva..facut, construit, lucrat, creeat.....care a presupus munca si sacrificiu, imaginatie, afectiune pentru cel caruia i se va inmana cadoul.....E usor sa cumperi ceva din magazin. Dar ce am primit eu ieri este incomparabil.Si m-a facut cu adevarat fericita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8281492925154740353?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8281492925154740353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8281492925154740353' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8281492925154740353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8281492925154740353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/07/cel-mai-frumos-cadou-pe-care-l-am.html' title='Cel mai frumos cadou pe care l-am primit vreodata'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1209842805368791637</id><published>2009-06-11T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:25:30.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='implinire'/><title type='text'>unul dintre visele mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SjC--h1QCwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bqnJ8e33JIM/s1600-h/DSC02548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SjC--h1QCwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bqnJ8e33JIM/s320/DSC02548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345982739131665154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lasat un moment planurile, procesele si publicitatea. Vreau sa-ti povestesc astazi despre altceva. Vreau sa vorbesc despre libertate, despre liniste si calm. Despre implinire. Despre viata si asteptarile ei.&lt;br /&gt;Toate lucrurile sunt trecatoare. Adevarat. Insa amintirile acestora raman pururi in minte, nu-i asa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nimic nu este intamplator in viata mea. Si ca trebuie sa invat din fiecare lucru cate ceva. Am invatat ca zambetul e un pas spre fericire. Ca razbunarea si ura ne face tristi, chiar daca satisfacuti, uneori. Am invatat sa iubesc si sa daruiesc putin cate putin din sentimentul acesta. Ma simt linistita. Implinita. Multumirea mea vine din inima. Si vreau sa las deoparte mania. Asta nu inseamna prostie sau abandon. Insemana daruire. Neconditioanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata e scurta si plus de asta, e singura constientizata de noi....asa ca...la ce bun sa fim rai? Daca la rau raspunzi cu bine, o data si inca o data...o sa primesti apoi inzecit, crede-ma. Nu mai vreau sa ma razbun. Vreau doar sa fiu corecta, sa dau celui de langa mine libertate, sa nu-i ingradesc visele, sa iubesc si sa daruiesc fericire, sa primesc mult din toate acestea. Nu-i putin lucru sa vrei asa ceva. E poate mai greu de obtinut decat o vila cu piscina sau un colier scump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1209842805368791637?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1209842805368791637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1209842805368791637' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1209842805368791637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1209842805368791637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/06/unul-din-visele-mele.html' title='unul dintre visele mele'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SjC--h1QCwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bqnJ8e33JIM/s72-c/DSC02548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2924873271418901401</id><published>2009-06-08T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:00:08.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olimpiadele comunicarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coruptie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilegal'/><title type='text'>din nou, raspunsul nostru dat organizatorilor Olimpiadelor Comunicarii</title><content type='html'>Buna ziua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la sfarsitul saptamnii acesteia, toti membrii juriului de anul acesta vor primi scrisoarea noastra deschisa. Cu alte cuvinte, de luni, puteti lua legatura cu toti. Ba chiar mai mult, persoanele care  nu se vor simti cu musca pe caciula vor suna ele si vor dori sa solutioneze problema. Dar vom vedea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concret,noi dorim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Descalificare echipelor care au urcat pe podium ( locurile 1 si 3) intrucat au campanii ilegale si la capitolul fezabilitate ar fi trebuit sa primeasca zero puncte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare nu mustra pe nimeni constiinta ca a dat premii unor proiecte ce  incalca o multime de legi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Reevaluarea campaniilor. A se consulta materialele audio-video existente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Introducerea unor amendamente in regulametul concursului: membrii juriului  nu au voie sa devina clienti ( niciun concurs din lume nu face asemenea nereguli). Intr-o competie corecta nu au voie sa evalueze profesorii, rudele de gradul 1,2 si 3, in cazul nostru si membrii unor partide politice. Daca vreti un concurs corect, veti dispune adaugarea acestor puncte in regulament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Introducerea in juriu a unui jurist si a unui psiholog sau psihi-socilog ( ca sa nu se mai intample ce s-a intamplat anul acesta, si mai mult ca sigur, si in anii anteriori).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Introducerea unui supraveghetor care sa monitorizeze notarea juriului. Acest lucru il poate face orice voluntar, sau chiar si un membru din echipa noastra. Astfel se evita coruptivitatea notarii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echipa Effective Communication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2924873271418901401?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2924873271418901401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2924873271418901401' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2924873271418901401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2924873271418901401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/06/din-nou-raspunsul-nostru.html' title='din nou, raspunsul nostru dat organizatorilor Olimpiadelor Comunicarii'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2789599490939951091</id><published>2009-06-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:21:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspunsul organizatorilor la scrisoarea noastra deschisa</title><content type='html'>OLIMPIADELE COMUNICARII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne raspunde Dragos Dehelean, presendinte al organiztiei ETHOS, organizator al Olimpiadelor Comunicarii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1. Legea la Olimpiadele Comunicarii este regulamentul de participare, pe care l-au semnat in mod expres toti participantii. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Acesta prevede printre altele:&lt;br /&gt;Art.9. Participantii au urmatoarele obligatii:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a) sa respecte Regulamentul de participare, deciziile oficiale ale Juriului si ale organizatorilor;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;b) sa nu conteste in nicio situatie deciziile Juriului. De asemenea, sa isi asume intelegerea faptului ca principalele garantii pentru corectitudinea jurizarii sunt pe de o parte metodologia de jurizare, iar pe de alta parte numarul, reprezentativitatea si buna reputatie a membrilor Juriului. Participantii pot cantari aceste elemente inainte de inscriere, insa odata cu acceptarea Regulamentului se obliga sa renunte la dreptul lor de a contesta calitatea deciziilor Juriului.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;c) sa nu angajeze public numele organizatorilor, al Juriului sau al Partenerilor  Olimpiadelor Comunicarii in contexte defaimatoare pentru imaginea acestora; &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Art.32. Nu se accepta contestatii la rezultatele prezentarilor. Singura forma oficiala de feedback pe care o vor oferi organizatorii referitor la prestatia unei echipe consta in comunicarea prin corespondenta privata a notelor medii obtinute la fiecare criteriu de jurizare.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Art.33. Organizatorii nu sunt obligati si nu vor publica un clasament complet al echipelor finaliste, cu sau fara notele obtinute. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Toate cele trei pozitii de pe podium au fost aprobate de Juriu cu o majoritate de 2/3. Metodologia de Jurizare este explicata in detaliu in aceasta pagina. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bun, si acum trec de caracterul formal. Din punctul meu de vedere, v-am re-amintit care e "Legea". Iar legea spune ca nu se poate face absolut nimic pentru a modifica decizia Juriului.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ceea va sugerez eu, la modul informal, sa faceti, sunt urmatoarele lucruri:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Sa purtati o dezbatere publica serioasa, dar care sa nu contrazica regulamentul pe care l-ati semnat, despre performanta celor trei echipe castigatoare. O puteti pune sub forma unui feed-back. Daca el este argumentat corect, atunci noi il vom lua in considerare si vom incerca sa corectam cat ne sta in putere, elementele de metodologie ale competitiei pentru editia urmatoare.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, argumentele din documentul pe care mi l-ati transmis sunt incoerente, neatent scrise si mai exagerate decat orice lipsa de realism pe care le-ati reprosa-o voi echipelor de pe podium.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In privinta elementelor de nerealism din toate prezentarile concurentilor de la com pol, sunt de acord cu mai multi membri ai Juriului, ca ele exista si ca sunt ingrijoratoare pentru noi, ca si competitie care vrea sa promoveze cei mai buni tineri profesionisti. Ele trebuie doar indentificate corect, in asa fel incat acest lucru sa reprezinte o experienta din care sa invete toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Sa aflati sau sa incercati sa intuiti de ce v-ati clasat mai jos decat echipele de pe podium.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, asa cum scrie si in regulament, eu nu va pot ajuta in mod oficial cu nimic. Cu atat mai mult cu cat nu am decat niste formulare de jurizare, unde sunt niste note si apoi niste nominalizari pentru locurile I, II si III.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu am cum sa va spun ce a fost in mintea membrilor Juriului care v-a notat (tocmai de aceea, vi se cere sa acceptati neconditionat deciziile Juriului, odata ce va inscrieti in competitie). Olimpiadele Comunicarii nu sunt un examen academic. Sunt o competitie cu un anumit tip de juriu si un regulament specific.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In schimb, ca om de comunicare pot sa va dau un feed-back personal, asa cum pot si altii.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Iar acest feed-back suna asa:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- multa munca si rezultate impresionante (interviuri cu vedete)&lt;br /&gt;- campanie gandita dpdv strategic cuminte, pe niste retete. Intr-adevar, o campanie care seamana cu cele pe care le vedem in alegerile reale, poate chiar mai bunicica. Insa care nu iese prin nimic in evidenta din punct de vedere strategic (publicul este caracterizat in termeni pe care nu-i pot intelege, nu exista rationamente care sa ma convinga ca va fi o campanie eficienta). Daca vreti, mie dpdv strategic mi-a placut campania pt Titus Corlatean si regret ca nu i-am vazut pe podium.&lt;br /&gt;- la creativitate, nu sare cu nimic in evidenta, ceea ce se si vede si din punctaj &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Insa partea cea mai dificila, unde se vede lipsa de atentie, e urmatoarea:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu ati respectat brief-ul!!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vi se cerea sa faceti o campanie care:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"sa creasca notorietatea activitatilor intreprinse de europarlamentarul Corina Cretu pentru rezolvarea problemelor sociale ale categoriilor vulnerabile din Romania"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ori voi nu aveti absolut nimic, nici in prezentare, nici pe audio care sa arate cum o sa faceti asta. In prezentare se vede doar ca faceti o campanie electorala pentru Corina Cretu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daca voi ati explicat cum o sa atingeti obiectivul cerut in brief in materialul pe care l-ati dat Juriului, asta este o greseala. Juriul da note in primul rand din prezentarea pe care o faceti, respectiv in timpul ei. In rest, ei nu sunt obligati sa citeasca o cu totul alta campanie in materialele de suport.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Repet, asta este doar parerea mea de om de comunicare, care insa nu a facut niciodata comunicare politica. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu am cum sa stiu ce a fost in mintea Juriului.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cam asta a fost ceea ce am putut sa va spun. Si din punct de vedere formal si informal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inca o data, cred ca inca aveti la indemana solutii pentru a face din participarea la Olimpiade ceea ce trebuie ea sa fie - o experienta de dezvoltare personala extrem de relevanta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cu prietenie,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dragos Dehelean"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2789599490939951091?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2789599490939951091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2789599490939951091' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2789599490939951091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2789599490939951091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/06/raspunsul-organizatorilor-la-scrisoarea.html' title='Raspunsul organizatorilor la scrisoarea noastra deschisa'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-116641194371551018</id><published>2009-05-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:55:40.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrisoare deschisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olimpiadele comunicarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nefezabil'/><title type='text'>Olimpiadele Comunicarii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Shvw1CsrwaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/S3doBjyPLEY/s1600-h/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Shvw1CsrwaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/S3doBjyPLEY/s320/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340126577225875874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi iti voi povesti despre visul meu referitor la o competitie ce s-a vrut a fi corecta si nepartinitoare. M-am inscris la Olimpiadele Comunicarii. Visul meu? Da' de unde? Visul lui Visi...cred.....M-a sunat in graba intr-o dupa-amiaza: " vrei sa fii in echipa mea la sectiunea Comunicare Politica?".....hm....nici nu stiam ce e aia...dar ideea de concurs mi-a placut. "Da, vreau". Si am fosmat o echipa: El ( Visi), eu , Irina, Costel si Dani. La preselectii am vrut sa facem o campanie pentru un referendum de convingere a populatiei sa voteze schimbarea Romaniei din Republica Semi-prezidentiala in Prezidentiala. De ce? Pai....era cel mai simplu de argumentat...dupa parerea noastra. Si ne-am intalnit...am pus cap la cap idei, am nascut un nume, un slogan...Eu nu prea stiam cu ce se mananca astea...nu prea m-am implicat. pana intr-o zi...cand am vazut ca ceva nu merge....Mi-am expus argumentele, dar nu prea mult, ca nu aveam chef de dispute si, mai repede, am spus ca ies din echipa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun.&lt;br /&gt; Doua zile am stat bosumflata ca..na...imi parea rau ce nu mai sunt cu ei...nici nu puteam sa-i sun sa zic " vreau inapoi" ..so....ma plangeam la unu' si la altu' ....Cand mi-a dat cineva idea: " de ce nu-ti faci alta echipa daca toto vrei sa participi?" hmm.......oare sa fac asta? merita? ....mai avem 3 zile pana la dead-line....si DA!, am pus mana pe telefon si am sunat. Pe cine naiba sa sun...imi trebuiau oameni destepti, creativi, documentati...m-am gandit....in patru ore i-am gasit pe toti. Frumosi, plini de idei, doritori sa se implice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din nou munca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alt nume, alt slogan....alta idee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultima ora ne-am inscris...am ajuns la preselectii....am trecut de ele....am muncit pentru finale...am renuntat pana si la orele de inot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La premiere....DEZAMAGIRE....au urcat pe podium doua echipe avand campanii nefezabile...am facut scrisoare deschisa pentru organizatori, am intrebat in stanga si dreapta....am luptat, luptam inca......pana la capat. &lt;br /&gt;Las mai jos  scrisoare a deschisa....Totusi...nu m-am nascut ca sa pierd..mai ales cand am legea in fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cerem: solutionarea problemei identificate de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stam la dispozitie pentru orice solicitare si informatie. Dorim intelegere, calm, seriozitate si consultatea materilelor puse de noi la dispozitia dumneavoastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCRISOARE DESCHISA CATRE ASOCIATIA DE COMUNICARE ETHOS – ORGANIZATOR OLIMPIADELE COMUNICARII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echipa EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION  va aduce la cunostinta urmatoarele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contextul finalelor Olimpiadelor Comunicarii 2009, sectiunea Comunicare Politica, s-au constatat numeroase nereguli si aspecte considerate in afara legilor si normelor in vigoare. In urma anchetei realizate de noi impeuna cu 1 jurist si un specialist in comunicare a reiesit ca in cazul in speta, echipele clasate pe pozitiile 1 respectiv, 3 nu au respectat punctele de legislatie si cele privind Drepturile Omului in prezentarile lor si in strategiile realizate de acestea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel au fost incalcate urmatoarele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legea publicitatii (http://www.topavocat.ro/articol/35-Legea-publicitatii-Dispozitii-generale) -  Articolul 4 punctele b si d . Articolul 5. Articolul 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventia apararii Drepturilor Omului si Libertatilor Fundamentale amendata de Protocolul nr 11 (http://www.echr.coe.int/NR/rdonlyres/E7126929-2E4A-43FB-91A3-B2B4F4D66BEC/0/RomanianRoumain.pdf+) – Articolul 10 alineatul 2, Articolul 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protocolul nr. 12 la Convenţia pentru apărarea Drepturilor Omului şi a Libertăţilor fundamentale (http://www.echr.coe.int/NR/rdonlyres/E7126929-2E4A-43FB-91A3-B2B4F4D66BEC/0/RomanianRoumain.pdf+ ) – Articolul 1 alineatul 1&lt;br /&gt;Legea nr. 67 din 25 martie 2004 – ( http://www.cna.ro/Legea-nr-67-din-25-martie-2004.html ) - Articolul 68, alineatul 2  - punctele a, b, c, d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legea Electorala - Articolul 29  - conforma caruia, pe afisele si materialele de propaganda electorala trebuie imprimate denumirea partidului sau a aliantei politice care le-a comandat si denumirea agentului economic care le-a tiparit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMINISTRATIA DOMENIULUI PUBLIC nu permite actiuni electorale de genul:" sa cada oamenii pe strada", am solicitat aceasta informative si ni s-a spus la Consiliul Local ca actiunea e  ilegala. In plus, a fost facuta o eroare de continut: nu actorii cad ci CASCADORII. Dar si asa, actiunea va afecta linistea sociala si morala a publicului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legea 148 din 26 iulie 2000, privind publicitatea (http://www.cna.ro/Legea-nr-148-din-26-iulie-2000.html ) - Cap. 1 – Articolele 1, 2, 4, 5, 6. Cap. 2 – Articolele 7, 8.  Cap. 3 – Articolul 16!!!!! ( imagini cu ghilotine in pietele publice sau scene cu oameni cazand dauneaza grav moralei si psihicului!!! Cat si faptul de avedea pe stada cazand un numar de tineri!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legea domeniului public privind autorizatiile de eveniment stradal, afisaj public, utilizarea ilegala a domeniului public, afisarea de materiale obscene sau cu grad ridicat de violenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezumam urmatoarele: Cele doua echipe (  echipa astigatoare a premiului trei, respectiv unu) au incalcat legea electorala, publicitara  si Drepturile Omului prin urmatoarele : ( vom puncta pe scurt principalele aspecte): Folosirea in prezentare a unor imagini interzise (care afecteaza morala si psihicul uman - imagini cu ghilotina sub care sta un om decapitat, urme de sange, etc.), folosirea in prezentare a unor actiuni care afecteaza ratiunea si psihicul uman (tinerii care cad la un moment dat pe strada), utilizarea unor slogane copiate  si adaptate din publicitatea romaneasca si cu tenta sexuala – lucru interzis in campaniile electorale dupa legile in vigoare ( „Andrei nu a facut-o.”, etc.), folosirea domeniului public ilegal si afectarea moralei si linistii publice prin utilizarea de actori care vor fi platiti sa „ cada” pe strada. Actorii nu fac asa ceva, ci doar cascadorii si oricum este o actiune ilegala si interzisa. Ideea corturilor a mai fost intrebuintata in proiecte politice.  Utilizarea de afise politice fara sigla partidului. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consideram ca aceste doua echipe au urcat pe podium avand campanii nefezabile, imposibil de pus in practica, mai ales prin nerespectarea legilor, fapt aratat de noi mai sus si probat prin legile exemplificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum este posibil ca doua echipe cu prezantari de campanii electorale ilegale sa ajunga pe podium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solicitam solutionarea problemei si de asemenea, pe Legea nr. 544/2001 privind liberul acces la informatiile de interes public,(publicata in Monitorul Oficial nr. 663/23 octombrie 2001) – dorim sa avem  acces la fisele de examinare ,la modalitatile de departajare si la justificarea punctajului dat fiecarei echipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-au constatat si urmatoarele aspecte referitoare la echipa Effective Communication si la impactul prezentarii publice, a stretegiilor aplicate, a creativitatii electorale si a utilizarii de materiale foto-video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  singura echipa care a avut imn de campanie - productie proprie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  a fost in centrul de discutie laudativ al cel putin 10 bloguri si grupui de discutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  a fost singura echipa care a folosit cel mai greu procedeu de speech: speech-ul tandem, in care o idee este rostita de prezentator si una de prezentatoare sau invers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø   singura echipa care a facut trecerea in pasi introductivi a slide-urilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am avut o  tinuta potrivita ideei de grup unit, doar echipa ce l-a reprezentat pe d-nul Valeriu Zgonea a mai avut asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am fost singura echipa care a folosit in strategie atl-ul si btl-ul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am fost echipa care a avut un discurs alert, vivace, neplictisitor, creativ, strategic, FEZABIL, LEGAL, care nu a lasat publicul sa se plictiseasca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am fost echipa retinuta ( dupa prezentari, s-a vorbit pe grupuri de discutie , cu aprecieri laudative numai despre Effective Communication si Goebles – aprecieri din partea jurnalistilor de la Newsin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am fost singura echipa care a folosit JOCURI DE ROL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am respectat toate criteriile si cerintele juriului ( cea  mai fezabila strategie, adica aceasta campanie se poate pune in aplcare si maine, cea mai creativa, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am avut cel mai corect discurs din punctul de vedere al DICTIEI, ORALITATII, SPONTANEITATII, NATURALETII. A se vedea inregistarile audio si cele video si a se face comparatie cu celelalte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  am fost singura echipa care a respectat legile de elaborare a unei campanii, cap-coada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (afise, spoturi, strategie, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  singura echipa care a prezentat juriului un manual de campanie detaliat. Pacat ca unii membrii evaluatori au pus manualul sub scaun si nici nu s-au uitat pe el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  echipa cu pregatire univeristara in domeniul Comunicare si Comunicare Politica ( majoritatea membrilor echipei sunt absolventi a cate  doua facultati, mastere, etc. , toate in domeniile mai sus amintite ( exemplificam : sociologie, psihosociologie, psihologie, jurnalism, relatii publice, drept, marketing, Studii Europene, Stiinte Politice), cu publicari de articole de specialitate, experianta in domeniu ( a se vedea C.V.-urile acestora), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø  Am fost echipa care a folosit materiale print si audio-video, productie proprie, originale si din colectia personala (ne referim la fotografii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De asemenea contravine legii si bunelor moravuri ca o persoana ce a a facut parte din juriu la editiile anterioare sa devina client – Adriana Saftoiu.  Solicitam solutionarea acestei probleme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alt aspect il reprezinta apartenenta politica a juriului, ceea ce duce la o grava lipsa de obiectivitate (exemple sunt destule – Ioana Grindean pentru Andrei Chiliman - PNL), Pavel Lucescu – cunoscut ca partizan PNL, Sorin Tudor – partizan PNL si exemplele pot continua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei este ilegala si impotriva bunelor moravuri ca din juriu sa faca parte profesori ai caror studenti sa participe si sa fie evaluati de acestia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solicitam descalificarea echipelor pozitionate la final pe locurile 1 si 3 ca urmare a neregulilor si incalcarile de lege descoperite. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-116641194371551018?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/116641194371551018/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=116641194371551018' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/116641194371551018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/116641194371551018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/05/olimpiadele-comunicarii.html' title='Olimpiadele Comunicarii'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Shvw1CsrwaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/S3doBjyPLEY/s72-c/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7287031612211090152</id><published>2009-04-16T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:40:46.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastele Cailor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SedDS5IhiOI/AAAAAAAAAio/2vEC3f2KkQ0/s1600-h/Picture+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SedDS5IhiOI/AAAAAAAAAio/2vEC3f2KkQ0/s320/Picture+53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299076242180322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenul ii aptartine lui Razvan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi nu am inspiratie....ma framanta gandul bagajelor si al imbratisarilor, caci ma duc acasa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi posta un articol din 2001 in care am scris despre Pastele Cailor( chiar exista, pe bune:P). Articolul a aparut in cotidianul Evenimentul (http://www.evenimentul.ro/articol/numai-anul-acesta-pastele.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa placa:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai anul acesta Pastele Cailor este pe 24 mai!&lt;br /&gt;I se mai spune si Joia Iepelor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dovada am gasit-o la mos Ion Nechifor, un satean de 88 de ani, de pe malurile romanesti ale Prutului. De la el am, in sfirsit, marea bucurie sa aflu ca Pastele Cailor este o sarbatoare cabalina, cu data mobila: ziua de joi din a sasea saptamina care urmeaza Pastelui. I se mai spune si Joia Iepelor. Se crede ca atunci, pentru un ceas si pentru o singura data pe an, se satura caii de pascut iarba. La Pastele Cailor, in imparatia frageda si rodnica a vegetatiei, caii sint slobozi sa pasca pe unde doresc, iar boii si juncanii urca la pasunea alpina, pentru a le lasa deplina libertate. In vechime, Pastele Cailor era asemanator Singiorzului si Simetrului, o zi a soroacelor, cind se incheiau diferite tirguieli, intelegeri si afaceri. Aceasta zi era un fel de sarbatoare a comertului. Spre deosebire de Singiorz (23 aprilie) si Simetru (26 octombrie), care sint sarbatori crestine, cu data fixa, Pastele Cailor este o sarbatoare populara, cu data mobila. Din acest motiv, importanta sarbatorii s-a diminuat, oamenii aducindu-si aminte de ea ca de o legenda. Acum, pentru cei mai multi dintre noi, Pastele Cailor are inteles peiorativ: a nu inapoia ceea ce ai imprumutat, a nu te tine de cuvint etc. In legendele nativitatii si in unele colinde, sensul nou al sarbatorii este pus pe seama blestemului cailor, animale nerumegatoare, in permanenta nesatule, rostit de Maica Domnului, care a fost incomodata de tropotul si nechezatul cailor in timpul nasterii lui Iisus, in ieslea din grajdul lui Craciun. Cu numeroase variante si credinte locale, Pastele Cailor este, inca, o legenda vie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei...scriam mai bine atunci decat acum, nu-i asa? si..eram prin clasa a 9-a, a 10-a...cred....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASTE LUMINAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7287031612211090152?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7287031612211090152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7287031612211090152' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7287031612211090152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7287031612211090152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/04/pastele-cailor.html' title='Pastele Cailor'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SedDS5IhiOI/AAAAAAAAAio/2vEC3f2KkQ0/s72-c/Picture+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4322428867700396071</id><published>2009-04-07T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:59:34.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>De ce scriu oamenii pe blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SdtLFncLvaI/AAAAAAAAAig/RQEGLEsQP-s/s1600-h/picutre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SdtLFncLvaI/AAAAAAAAAig/RQEGLEsQP-s/s320/picutre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321929944526994850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa vorbesc un pic despre subiectul acesta deoarece s-a ridicat "o voce" la urechea mea spunand ca scriitorii de blog sunt cam inculti si evazivi. Ca daca scrii doua pagini pe blog, de unde sa mai ai timp si sa citesti? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un prieten de-al meu ma intreba o data de ce naiba nu am dat si sursa bibliografica atunci cand am spus ca majoritatea razboaielor au pornit de la religie. Pai nene...blogul meu nu e unul stiintific. pentru a afla date sunt destule site-uri specializate. Ar fi redundant sa fac si eu analize stiintifice, culegand din diferite surse informatii ce mi-ar satisface o anumita tema. Iata ce vreau sa spun de fapt. Daca scriitorul de blog citeste sau nu, asta e doar treaba lui, insa....majoritatea acestor ascribi CITESC, culmea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogurile sunt de tot felul si de toate tipurile. Pot fi chiar si de sinteza stiintifica, cu date bibliografice si surse citate....ca un referat studentesc. Insa..astfetl de chestii..gasim destul daca vrem sa cautam...&lt;br /&gt;Blogul meu....e un MAGAZIN DE VISE. Scriu ce simt, fabulez cat vreau. Las partea stiintifica atat cat doresc..de cele mei multe ori nu doresc deloc. Este ca un jurnal in care istorisesc..ce fac..ce simt..ce cred..in ce cred..in ce ma incred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am facut bine inteleasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fel este si cu blogul meu despre calatorii. &lt;br /&gt;Cati kilometri are nu stiu ce tara sau nu stiu ce oras, unde se situeaza, cati locuitori are, etc.,etc. poti gasi pe site-uri specializate. E destul sa dai un search pe google. Eu scriu despre ce mi-a placut, ce m- a fascinat, ce impresii mi-a lasat,ce ganduri pot impartasi celor care vor sa mearga acolo, si asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogurile mele sunt fara doar si poate subiective. E fapt recunoscut. insa asa s-a si vrut de la bun inceput. E locul meu de refugiu. Locul unde ma pot descarca sufleteste atunci cand ma framanta o anumita tema, sau cand vreau sa povestesc despre ceva.....si nu tin neaprat sa spun cuiva ..ci sa scriu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca asta insemana incultura, atunci, da, sunt o inculta. Cu toate astea ma tem ca nu pot fi de acord cu o asemenea afirmatie eronata, cu mult eronata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va pup iubitorii mei de vise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4322428867700396071?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4322428867700396071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4322428867700396071' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4322428867700396071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4322428867700396071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-ce-scriu-oamenii-pe-blog.html' title='De ce scriu oamenii pe blog?'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SdtLFncLvaI/AAAAAAAAAig/RQEGLEsQP-s/s72-c/picutre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3620041995918573382</id><published>2009-03-26T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:46:51.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rationament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psihosociologie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>Cum ne indragostim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SctlrigY_NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-ZI7fHowVyo/s1600-h/picture+o0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SctlrigY_NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-ZI7fHowVyo/s320/picture+o0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317455583712443602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sctlk-bkhlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EBaY7UednQo/s1600-h/Picture+0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sctlk-bkhlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EBaY7UednQo/s320/Picture+0090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317455470949336658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenele ii apartin lui Razvan....MULTUMESC:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre iubire s-a scris, se scrie si se va mai scrie mult si bine. De ce oare? Probabil fiindca este inca un concept nedeslusit pe deplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cartile de psihologie sociala scrie ca ne indragostim vazand pe cineva mai des...proximitatea spatiala avand un rol foarte important. De exemplu, se constata ca..cele mai multe casatorii aveau loc intre tinerii aflati pe aceeasi strada, acelasi cartier...mai tarziu, tineri din aceeasi scoala, sau care mergeau dimineata cu acelasi tramvai, troleibus sau metrou. Faptul ca ajungi in Malaezia sa cunosti pe cineva din Romania, de exemplu, te face sa fii oarecum interesat de acea persoana, nu-i asa? Mergand mai departe cu ideea, poti sentimentaliza interesul..si o data cu aceasta, poti sa transformi feel-ing-ul in dragoste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alti psihosocilogi spun din contra , ca te indragostesti numai atunci cand se intampla ceva....cand are loc o spaima...sau cand tu ai impresia de asta. S-a facut un studiu. Mai multi studenti au primit un numar de fotografii cu cate o domnisoara focoasa. Li se sugera sa priveasca acele fotografii, si, in timp ce se uitau la una...se auzea un ticait de ceas....asemanator batailor inimii. Apoi studentul era intrebat care fata i-a placut cel mai mult si el, culmea, o alegea pe cea la care se uitase in momentul cand se auzeau ticaiturile ceasului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt experiment....vroia sa arate ca in general...oamenii se indragostesc fiind atrasi de persoanele care seamana fizionomic intre ele. Femeile cu trasaturi masculine aleg barbati asemantori cu fizionomia lor, insa cu trasaturi feminine si invers. Nici acest studiu nu a dat un rezultat pertinent. &lt;br /&gt;Iubirea asta e un mare mister.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana aici nu am nimic de comentat. Rationamentul mi se pare just. Experiente comune( alimnetate de repetitivitate)- sentimente comune- interes- atractie- dragoste. Una reiese din cealalta. Pai.. daca nu o vedeai pe Nina asa de des, oare te mai indragosteai de ea? M?&lt;br /&gt;Sau cate fete nu "apar" in locurile in care stiu ca e baiatul pe care il plac....vazandu-le si azi si maine....acesta ajunge sa fie interesat .....si de aici drumul e scurt. So, cati dintre noi nu zic: " daca nu-l/n-o vedeam din nou...nu ma mai impacam cu el/ea niciodata" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam asa ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce te faci cand.....ti se pune efectiv pata pe o fata pe care nu ai vazut-o niciodata pana atunci? Si mai mult decat atat...ce te faci daca te indragostesti lulea de ea..si nu o mai vezi niciodata..insa nu poti s-o uiti? Nu ti s-a intamplat? La mare..pe plaja de exemplu, in metrou...stand in fata ta....la biblioteca, etc., etc. Chestia asta nu se mai incadreaza in tiparele sociologiei...si nici nu a fost vreodata testata si experimentata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum explici asta? A? Cum explici faptul ca eu pot sa vad la televizor un artist...pe care nu l-am mai vazut ever....si sa simt ca m-am indragostot de el? Sau  sa vad intr-o cafenea un barbat de care sa simt ca m-am indragostit lulea....E posibil...sa stii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei...Suntem OAMENI in primul rand. Avem capacitatea de a analiza, de a gandi, de a rationa. Putem iubi in mai multe feluri. De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca natura...nu ne poate da la toti.....jumatatea...sau..daca ne-o da...poate nu suntem noi suficient de rapizi ca sa o "prindem" la momentul potrivit. So...invatam sa iubim gesturile, comportamnetul, functia sociala, banii, vorbele...lui sau ale ei..Si incepe sa ne placa...&lt;br /&gt;O/Il indragesc...o/il apreciez pentru ce face...si in sfarsit..o/il iubesc. Cate dintre noi nu zic: Nu e frumos, dar este asa de atent cu mine, se poarta atat de frumos, incat nimic nu mai conteaza.."?  Da...invatam sa iubim.....in mai multe feluri...fiindca avem capacitatea de  a gandi, de a rationa si fiindca....avem nevoie sa iubim....suntem astfel formati ca sa iubim. daca nu iubim oamni, iubim animale, plante...locuri, umbre, il iubim pe Dumnezeu....Nu putem trai fara iubire. Asa e constitutia noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care e cea mai placuta iubire insa? pai cea in care....iti vezi jumatatea, simti ca iti apartine si ca vei fi cu ea intreaga viata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care este cea mai avantajoasa iubire? ///Cea in care stii ca el sau ea te iubeste mult de tot si face orice pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care este cea mai dezavantajoasa iubire? Cea in care tu zici:" Il iubesc/O iubesc indiferent de ce simte ea/el si fac orice ca sa-i pastrez iubirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca jumatatea ti se arata o singura data in viata. Uneori nici nu stii ca e langa tine...doar poate simti...Uneori nici nu stii ce sa faci....o pierzi. Dar cati dintre noi nu o pierd? O cauti....nu o cauti , e alegerea ta. &lt;br /&gt;Uneori Providenta iti mai da o sansa, doua, noua..alte ori nu-ti mai da nici una.&lt;br /&gt;Si daca ramai fara jumatate....ce alta iubire iti alegi? Cea avantajoasa sau cea neavantajoasa? De aici in colo totul tine de rationament...educatie, cultura, respect, expectante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul tine de tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3620041995918573382?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3620041995918573382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3620041995918573382' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3620041995918573382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3620041995918573382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/03/cum-ne-indragostim.html' title='Cum ne indragostim'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SctlrigY_NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-ZI7fHowVyo/s72-c/picture+o0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8480194318159420138</id><published>2009-03-17T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:17:54.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeie'/><title type='text'>religia ....noastra a tuturor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sb--128_3mI/AAAAAAAAAho/5PgsdCksGNA/s1600-h/hERxHt870116-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sb--128_3mI/AAAAAAAAAho/5PgsdCksGNA/s320/hERxHt870116-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175917814177378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul simte nevoia sa se increada in ceva....sa spere ca, daca el nu poate, cineva, undeva, il va sprijini. &lt;br /&gt;Ce nu era in puterea mintii omului, ce  el nu intelegea, ce nu putea sa-si explice, punea pe seama zeilor. Zeul Tunetului, al Fulgerului, Zeul Marii, Zeul Vinului, al Razboaielor, etc.etc. Mii de zei. Pe masura ce am inceput sa ne explicam anumite chestii....zeii au inceput sa dispara. In prezent se crede intr-un singur zeu, fie el Buddha, Dumnezeu sau Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religia a avut un rol foarte important in societate. A oprit avansarea stiintei pe motive de erezie, a inscaunat si a dat jos imparati, a aclamat si a hulit pe cine i-a placut. Sa nu uitam ca in fruntea tuturor acestora erau tot oamani....oameni cu interese politice,sociale, banesti, etc., ce uitau de multe ori care era menirea lor initiala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religia crestina condamna alcoolemia. Dar stiai ca berea a fost inventata int-o chilie calugareasca?  Stii ca cea mai scumpa bere sau sampanie este fabricata intr-o manastire de calugari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditia crestineasca impune anumite restrictii. Barbatul sa paseasca inainte in lacasul sfant, femeia sa aiba capul acoperit cu basma iar barbatul sa-si descopere capul; se considera ca dupa o nastere , femeia este murdara sau pacatoasa...caci e  necesar ca preotul sa-i faca o slujba, altfel nu are ce cauta in Biserica....si cate si mai cate inventii idioate. Ce ma amuza pe mine si mai mult este ca, discutand cu ELE...care sunt oarecum neavantajate si puse in lumina proasta...zic sincer ca le place asa..si se prefac foarte evlavioase. Da' bine fetelor....sa nu va mai plangeti atunci ca nu vi se face dreptate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE nu stiu ca toate aceste "traditii" sunt rezultate ale mediului istorico-social din vremuri de demult...vremuri in care o femeie fara basma pe cap era considerata usuratica, vremuri in care domnea patriarhatul si femeia era un fel de masina de facut copii si avut grija de casa, nu avea drepturi de niciun fel,nu vota, nu stia sa citeasca, nu avea voie sa se scoleasca, etc. Toate "traditiile" astea nu le-a scris Dumnezeu...fiti linistie fetelor...ci niste domni..smecheri si obisnuiti cu legile societale de atunci. Asta e adevarul....cine nu crede , sa mearga si sa citeasca, da?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8480194318159420138?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8480194318159420138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8480194318159420138' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8480194318159420138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8480194318159420138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/03/religia-noastra-tuturor.html' title='religia ....noastra a tuturor'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/Sb--128_3mI/AAAAAAAAAho/5PgsdCksGNA/s72-c/hERxHt870116-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8635891005423383989</id><published>2009-03-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:19:46.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mileuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-class'/><title type='text'>NU sunt un blogger convins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SbknS2xJNqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2U7pBqx7Mc/s1600-h/DSC02530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SbknS2xJNqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2U7pBqx7Mc/s320/DSC02530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312320440352978594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desen: Stefan Cararusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dap....nu mai vreau sa mai scriu. NU mai simt ca as vrea sa mai postez ceva. MI-e lene. MI-e somn. MI-e nu stiu ce, dar nu am nicio tragere de inima. M-am plictisit. Pe bune. Tu nu te-ai plictisit sa-mi tot citesti visele?  NU? ( Sincer....nu te cred.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine....si despre ce sa scriu? Sa-ti povestesc poate cum vad in fiecare dimineata  la metrou oameni care cersesc...si seara in cluburile de fitze altii care dau intr-o noapte pe bautura zeci de milioane ?-( lei vechi....eu sunt mai invechita:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa vad pe strada copii fara incaltaminte in picioare si pe holurile mall-urilor gagici cu cizme de sute de euro si tipi cu mania Nike-urilor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce oare e asa mare discrepanta?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt convinsa ca cei desculti si saraci ..viseaza sau isi inchipuie cum e sa fii smecher, sa ai bani de aruncat aiurea sau pe fitze de doi lei...insa ma intreb...oare cei bogati se gandesc vreaodata cum e sa fii sarac? Cum e sa stii ca NU AI?hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt scarbita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vad pe la colturi femei care impletesc caciuli sau papuci de casa....doar-doar sa mai castige un ban ca sa-si plateasca intretinerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri o prietena mi-a povestit cum era ea la Mall si astepta sa cumpere bilet la film...si ca, la un moment dat, a venit o doamna.....de varsta pensionarii, ce avea o carte in mana...se vedea ca era din propria biblioteca...o tinea ca pe ceva drag...cu duiosie....si tremuranda.... a intrebat-o daca nu doreste sa cumpere cartea aceea....Doamna a spus ca nu vea sa cerseasca....ci sa-si vanda cartea...nu vrea mila..fusese invatatoare...pensia e mica..nu-i ajung banii de intretinere, medicamente si mancare. &lt;br /&gt;Baiatul cu care era prietena din povestea mea a scos bani din buzunar si i-a dat doamnei, spunandu-i ca nu are nevoie de carte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat de sarac trebuie sa fii ca sa ajungi sa ceri bani?&lt;br /&gt;Cat de sarac trebuie sa fii ca sa cazi in nebunia cerselii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am uitat pe blogurile sau site-urile oamenilor " mai cu bani" din showbiz-ul romanesc.Ma refer aici la Andreea Esca, Andreea Marin, Mihaela Radulecu, in fine..multi altii.....&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut acolo multe mesaje disperate " va rog ajutati-ma"...multi si-au lasat adresele de e-mail...numerele de telefon chiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sunat si eu la intamplare la cateva dintre ele. Persoanele acestea au spus ca au incercat pe la toate colturile si nu le-a bagat nimeni in seama....ba mai mult..."vedetele" noastre nici nu s-au sinchisit sa le raspunda macar. Oare citeste cineva commenturile alea de pe blogg-uri, forum-uri sau site-uri? ma tem ca nu....&lt;br /&gt;E o sursa prea mica de publicitate probabil...sau...vorba romanului: " banul la ban trage". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fi adevarat ca in Romania nu mai exista de mult clasa de mijloc? Ca acum sunt saraci, foarte saraci si extrem de bogati...hmm..asa o fi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este mila....si mi se rupe inima cand vad oameni care vand cosuri impletite sau mileuri....ca sa scoata un ban....as vrea sa ajut cumva..dar cum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8635891005423383989?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8635891005423383989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8635891005423383989' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8635891005423383989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8635891005423383989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-sunt-un-blogger-convins.html' title='NU sunt un blogger convins'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SbknS2xJNqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2U7pBqx7Mc/s72-c/DSC02530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4536052924598081252</id><published>2009-03-02T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:18:37.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primavara'/><title type='text'>E primavaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SavJIwqN7gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2qp4WeH2Jwk/s1600-h/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SavJIwqN7gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2qp4WeH2Jwk/s200/DSC02545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557738124373506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E soare si-i asa de frumos afara incat cred ca ma aflu in alta parte decat in Bucrestiul asta murdar, aglomerat si uracios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A venit martisorul cu noroc, sanatate si voie-buna! Mi-a adus un zambet larg pe fata si mi-a umplut sufletul de bucurie. Primavara sunt atat de fericita! Radiez caldura, bunatate si daruire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa vad copacii infloriti, sa respir un aer plin de verdeata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In martie oamenii sunt mai buni, mai fericiti...simt si traiesc altfel.....mai intens..orice fir de parfum, orice culoare vie, orice adiere de vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavara se fac planuri....se solidifica relatiile, se nasc iubiri noi.....dragostea e la orice pas, viata e mult mai frumoasa, mai simpla si mai optimista...sufletul, ca si natura...intinereste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In martie mi-am propus sa fac ceva ce-mi place, ceva ce am mai facut cand eram in Iasi si ce am abandonat cand am venit in Bucuresti: sa pictez si sa reincep cursurile de dans. Si in plus....sa invat sa inot( dap, rusinica, nu am invatat pana la varsta asta :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt mandra de ceea ce am hotarat sa fac. Primul curs de inot a fost extraordinar. S-a lasat cu o raceala..insa pana la a doua sedinta sper sa imi treaca:). Astazi mi-am cumparat pensoane....si cand mai strang bani imi iau si panza si culori. Cat despre dans...acusica se face si asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de ferictia primavaraaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Si as vrea sa daruiesc fiecarei persoane putin din fericirea mea. Sau as vrea sa impart fericirea mea cu fiecare persoana ce ar dori asta.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place atat de mult sa daruiesc fericre!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4536052924598081252?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4536052924598081252/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4536052924598081252' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4536052924598081252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4536052924598081252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-primavaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='E primavaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SavJIwqN7gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2qp4WeH2Jwk/s72-c/DSC02545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-5270551460608444510</id><published>2009-02-18T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:04:06.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Ai numai si numai ce vrei cu adevarat sa ai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZvqbFG3RlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3ugoYfCTL1w/s1600-h/Copy+of+img956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZvqbFG3RlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3ugoYfCTL1w/s200/Copy+of+img956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304090737107224146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi spunea cineva o data:" Ai grija ce-ti doresti ca s-ar putea sa se intample"!&lt;br /&gt;Asa o fi? &lt;br /&gt;Pai cam da.....excluzand din schema accidentele, decesele apropiatilor...lucrurile care nu tin de noi si de putinta noastra...Dar da, cat tine de noi, de obicei se intampla ce ne dorim...uneori fara sa ne dam seama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum vreo cativa ani trebuia sa plec la Timisoara...aveam acolo de facut un training...so...aveam tren la 3 si asteptam sa vina mama sa-mi dea bani..numai ca ea era plecata la niste prieteni si ..orele treceau si ea nu mai venea acasa....si s-a facut ora 3 si eu nu am mai plecat(hahhaha). &lt;br /&gt;Cand a venit mama eu boceam nevoie mare...reprosandu-i printre lacrimi ca am pierdut trainingul din cauza ei. Si mama mi-a zis scurt ca stiam si eu unde sunt banii si puteam sa-i iau. "Cum sa umblu eu , cand era normal sa vii tu sa mi-i dai" ..continuam eu cu reprosurile. Si mama mi-a zis ferm:" Atunci inseamanca nu ti-ai dorit suficient de mult sa pleci".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bine a zis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din asta am invatat ca daca vrei cu adevarat ceva...lupti pana reusesti sa obtii..&lt;br /&gt;Si acum sa-ti impartasesc visul meu cel mare:(dar psst. ca e secret):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa dorm pana ma plictisesc de somn....si cand ma trezesc..in dupa-amieze tarzii...sa ma culc la loc.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa dorm si sa mananc pana ma plictisesc de asta.Ce vis mare, nu- asa? Si cat de greu realizabil..uoffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa am timp sa privesc cum cad frunzele toamna si cum infloresc pomii primavara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa ma joc cu vorbele si culorile...in pasteluri de tot felul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa fiu undeva departe....intr-un loc cu verdeata...si apa....undeva unde nu sunt oameni si unde pot simti cu adevarat libertatea timpului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez frumusete si bunatate in fiecare zi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca "oficial" sunt atat de critica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez sa las ceva pe pamantul asta, ceva de care oamenii sa-si aminteasca cu drag si ceva ce sa le fie de mare folos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez....cu ochii deschisi sau inchisi,mi-e tot-una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori intri si tu in visul meu. Si uneori,cu tine,visul e mai frumos. Ale ori , tot cu tine, visul e mai urat. Si te urasc atunci. Ca ce vii tu sa-mi strici mie visul, a, ia zi? Dar imi trece repede.... ca viata e prea scurta ca sa fii prea mult timp suparat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata ma inspiri sa visez. Si te iubesc atunci. Bine..nu prea multi timp:P&lt;br /&gt;ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu zambesc si visez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta sunt eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-5270551460608444510?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/5270551460608444510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=5270551460608444510' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5270551460608444510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5270551460608444510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai-numai-si-numai-ce-vrei-cu-adevarat.html' title='Ai numai si numai ce vrei cu adevarat sa ai?'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZvqbFG3RlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3ugoYfCTL1w/s72-c/Copy+of+img956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6938953141839945079</id><published>2009-02-16T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:30:02.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metrosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efeminat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misogini'/><title type='text'>Despre femei si barbati(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZnt3A4l_xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hk-bRn9YZfY/s1600-h/svMNsz365190-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZnt3A4l_xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hk-bRn9YZfY/s320/svMNsz365190-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303531565591428882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZntp-B-gYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FeVNVcAa84Q/s1600-h/img707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZntp-B-gYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FeVNVcAa84Q/s320/img707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303531341487178114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenele: Marian Popa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre barbati...nu-i suport pe cei cu atitudine efeminata cum am mai zis. &lt;br /&gt;Ce inteleg eu prin asta? &lt;br /&gt;Pai ma gandesc la tipi care se simt femei de multe ori ( sic!)si intra inaintea doamnelor intr-o incapere, care uita sa-si plateasca singuri consumatia in club sau care spera sa-si gaseasca o neroada cu bani si s-o jupeasca pe cat posibil(de cate ori ati auzit cum glumesc baietzii pe tema asta?..ei cica glumesc..dar ar vrea ei..).&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e sila de tipii care iubesc sa primeasca cadouri (specific feminin)si se obisnuiesc cu ideea de a tot primi..cate ceva in fiecare zi....si chiar se gandesc la faptul ca li se cuvine asta.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc tipii care se simt barbati numai cand fac sex.Care nu stiu sa faca o femeie sa se simta frumoasa, unica , adorabila....chiar daca nu este catusi de putin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imi displac fatalaii care invita gagici in oras...si dupa ce le invita, le lasa sa-si achite singure nota de plata.hahha.Imi displac tipii care prefera sa gateasca cine romantice acasa..doar ca sa nu-si invite iubita la restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e greata de genul de tip care face economie de bani cand e cu o femeie. Jalnic.&lt;br /&gt;( Dar sincer...cati nu sunt asa? Cati dintre cei care cititi acum nu ati facut asa? Si inca de cate ori?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tipul care vrea sa-ti faci timp pentru el, dar el timp pentru tine nu are niciodata....in cele mai importante clipe din viata ta, el nu este langa tine...Tipul de om care uita sa te intrebe daca iti este bine si daca iti doresti ceva...care are impresia ca te citeste din priviri dar de fapt nu stie nimic despre tine. &lt;br /&gt;M-e sila de acesti oameni....si noi...femeile traim zilnic altaturi de ei...le inghitim fitzele, deprinderile, mentalitatile, ba mai mult acceptam cand ei ne impun sa-i acceptam asa cum sunt ei si sa mai lasam chipurile de la noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am vazut metrosexuali..care isi fac manichiura, se panseaza,adora masajul...se imbraca cu haine pe care scrie mare firma de productie..sa vada lumea cati bani a dat el pe blugi si cat de smecher e....si tu....cand el se impopotoneaza atata..nici nu mai ai timp de tine... el a devenit femeia si tu barbatul. El merge la manichiura, face shopping, ii place cand ii faci masaj..., iti gateste si se lauda ca e cel mai bun bucatar....si tu....cand ai deja o femeie in casa..unde sa mai fie loc de inca una....tu nici nu mai ai timp sa te ingrijesti....barbati din astia sunt cu miile si inca sa nimeresti unul ca asta e un caz fericit...dar mie tot greata de ei mi se face. Jalnici mai sunt. Jalnici sunt tipii care se simt barbati in pat...dar in oras nu au bani niciodata..sau nu au bani destui...sau mereu se lasa cu impresia asta...sau zic ca au mai multi decat au..in fine....tot felul de cazuri din astea.&lt;br /&gt;Barbatii astia care se simt femei( de fapt sunt niste efeminati)..trebuie alungati ca niste lichele..pana nu e prea tarziu...sunt genul in a carei viata primeaza banul si nu inteligenta, confortul si nu decenta....prostia si falsa personalitate( adica incearca sa para altceva decat sunt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt prea critica azi....iarta-mi inverunarea. Te pup si multumesc ca m-ai ascultat si m-ai inteles sau macar ai incercat sa ma intelegi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6938953141839945079?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6938953141839945079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6938953141839945079' title='34 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6938953141839945079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6938953141839945079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/02/despre-femei-si-barbati2.html' title='Despre femei si barbati(2)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZnt3A4l_xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hk-bRn9YZfY/s72-c/svMNsz365190-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3547886919196764770</id><published>2009-02-15T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:08:56.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popa Marian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judecata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misogini'/><title type='text'>Despre femei si barbati(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZgeFrT3lYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9loyve4WgXw/s1600-h/img236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZgeFrT3lYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9loyve4WgXw/s320/img236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303021644102997378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZgdzsxRF5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/978UnERpNKk/s1600-h/1SICA2RB4HSCA7QWFZ1CAN1BLQ0CAS3Z6OMCAI8K4RLCAVGEQ91CAWNT0GRCAVU1QTZCAY07CMACA69I0KKCACGGWVZCA5SGJ47CA7BYBC5CA9XTEIECAIEKPBICA0QEBEKCAJQEZA5CA3FHBU4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 66px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZgdzsxRF5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/978UnERpNKk/s320/1SICA2RB4HSCA7QWFZ1CAN1BLQ0CAS3Z6OMCAI8K4RLCAVGEQ91CAWNT0GRCAVU1QTZCAY07CMACA69I0KKCACGGWVZCA5SGJ47CA7BYBC5CA9XTEIECAIEKPBICA0QEBEKCAJQEZA5CA3FHBU4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303021335257094034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenul cu ochii negri: Popa Marian&lt;br /&gt;Desenul cu clownul:Amy Albulescu&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu tolerez nesimtirea, nu suport aroganta, infatuarea si prostia. Nu sufar prostii care nu-si dau seama cat sunt de prosti(in general, realizeaza asta numai cei care sunt deja pe calea cea buna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt de acord cu femeile care gandesc la fel ca si barbatii si nu-i suport pe barbatii cu atitudini efeminate. Fraza asta spune multe si ma intreb daca ar fi cazul sa detaliez aici un pic...Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma refer la faptul ca femeile sunt intr-o lumina proasta de multe ori tocmai datorita femeilor. Pai da....&lt;br /&gt;NU stiai ca femeile in loc sa se apere, se arunca una pe alta in prapastie? Imi aduc aminte acum de bancul acela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sotia lipseste o noapte de acasa. Dimineata ii spune sotului ca a dormit la o prietena. Sotul o suna pe prietena cea mai buna a sotiei si aceasta ii spune ca nu este adevarat-sotia lui nu a fost la ea. &lt;br /&gt;Sotul lipseste o noapte de acasa. Dimineata ii spune sotiei ca a fost cu un prieten...Sotia suna la zece cei mai buni prieteni ai sotului si opt dintre ei confirma ca da, sotul ei a fost ieri in compania lor, ba mai mult, doi dintre ei inca sustin ca sotul e la ei.".:))) &lt;br /&gt;Nu prea ma pricep eu sa spun bancuri, insa probabil ca s-a inteles mesajul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, eu pun lumina proasta in care stau multe femei, tot pe seama femeilor.&lt;br /&gt;Ca daca femeile sunt primele care critica faptul ca multe functii politice de conducere sunt ocupate de femei,la ce sa ne asteptam din partea barbatilor? La ce sa ne asteptam cand vecina de la 2 barfeste pe la colturi ca proaspata sotie a lui Gigel nu prea gateste si nu prea calca. Pai e treaba ei ce face sotia lui Gigel? Sau se oftica....fiindca ea a stat o viata intreaga cu nasul in cratite?&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa mai zic atunci de femeile care nu sustin divortul atunci cand barbatul inseala, sau le loveste, sau nu le mai satisface erotic..pe motiv ca....altele cum rezista? &lt;br /&gt;Pai daca noi, femeile ne sapam groapa uneia alteia, ce sa mai zic atunci de barbatii misogni..care nu sunt deloc putini....si acestia deprinsi cu mentalitatea asta bolnava tot de la femei...mame; Nu mama iti zice cand esti mic: "Vai, mama, sa fie o mucoasa mai buna decat tine?" sau..: " Cum sa strangi tu masa mama, ca doar tu esti barbat!" si atatea alte idiotenii....tot de la femei pornite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Femeia singura isi face rau,asta e parerea mea. Ea le judeca pe alte femei, ea comenteaza, ea se baga unde nu-i fierbe oala.&lt;br /&gt; Asa cred eu. &lt;br /&gt;Ca ce treaba am eu cu tipa care face filme porno? cat nu e la scoala, poate sa stea si in cap, nu e treaba mea. De ce sa nu aiba sansa sa invetze si ea ca toti ceilalti? E treaba ei ce face extrascolar...unii fac inot, altii invata japoneza, ea face sex. Care-i problema?&lt;br /&gt; Ma irita ca despre asta au scris atatea femei....ca parca mai devreme sau mai tarziu nu toate femeile fac sex...Macar ea nu e una dintre multele femei "prostite" pentru sex..., ea macar face asta fiindca vrea.&lt;br /&gt; NU stiu dca m-am facut bine inteleasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit o reactie la postarea mea si nu am rezistat sa nu o pun pe pagina oficiala...ca sa vada toata lumea...MULTUMESC si mai astept opinii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stii ce ma enerveaza pe mine si mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;Daca o femeie umbla cu mai multi barbati si trece prin patul lor, se numeste stricata. Un barbat care trece prin patul mai multor femei tot barbat se numeste.&lt;br /&gt;Femeile sunt mereu catalogate, barbatii sunt iertati. Si da, ai dreptate, tot tanti nu stiu care de la etajul x e cea care barfeste si eticheteaza femeile.&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna se spune ca femeia e facuta sa stea acasa, sa aiba grija de familie si copii. Barbatul trebuie sa aduca bani, si restul din ce mai face el.....nu ne priveste. Gresit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul din ziua de azi isi permite multe libertati si este egoist. The hell with them..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3547886919196764770?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3547886919196764770/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3547886919196764770' title='18 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3547886919196764770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3547886919196764770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/02/despre-femei-si-barbati1.html' title='Despre femei si barbati(1)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SZgeFrT3lYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9loyve4WgXw/s72-c/img236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2873829569029593550</id><published>2009-01-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:27:03.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pozitivitate'/><title type='text'>Despre adaptare si progres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SX9fEMCf5YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfBGSIBtJjU/s1600-h/img778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SX9fEMCf5YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfBGSIBtJjU/s320/img778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296056212366812546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SX9e4N38gPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ClgkVGq7dbU/s1600-h/img970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SX9e4N38gPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ClgkVGq7dbU/s320/img970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296056006700990706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Multumim lui Marian Popa pentru desene. E f dulce cu blogul meu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai spus in repetate randuri ca orgoliul e unealta oamenilor prosti. Nu acelasi lucru  este si cand vorbim despre demnitate. Doua trasaturi de caracter total opuse din punctul meu de vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general oamenii sunt diferiti si in general suntem atrasi de oameni diferiti fata de noi. De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Simplu,ne plictisim la un moment dat langa o persoana identica cu noi. NU-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;Adica...da. Tu esti romantic, vrei o fata sensibila, ca sa te inteleaga. &lt;br /&gt;O fata romantica sufera daca iubitul ei e ca din topor...nu simte si nu vrea sa simta ca si ea. El e rece si pragmatic, ea e visatoare...doreste plimbari sub clar de luna,lumanari parfumate , flori si ciocolata:) Si tu, baiat realist nu simti sa vrei sa faci asa ceva. Boon. Tu vrei ca fata se se adapteze persoanei tale si comportamentului tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progres inseamana inaintare spre pozitiv. Si te intrebi: E oare pozitiv sa ma adaptez mediului sau de viata? Sau e mai pozitiv sa se adapteze el mediului meu? Pai sa vedem...cum e mediul meu si cum e mediul lui. Care e cel mai bun mediu din astea doua? Care duce la progres? Ideal este sa nu tragi pe unul dupa tine ci sa fii cu cineva cu care poti sa mergi inainte....sa mergi si tu..sa mearga si el....asta e progresul, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi....oamenii cauta persoane opuse. Tu esti inteligent, ea e o mediocra. Tu esti un creator, ea este o materialista. Tu ai teluri inalte, vise, planuri de viitor, ea e prietena realizarilor de scurta durata. Tu ai idealuri, ea nu are nimic. Ea asteapta sa o tragi tu din urma. Si cu toate astea, tot tu sa te adaptezi la mediul ei. Da, ea vrea asta. Si e si orgolioasa...simte ca nu poate ceda. Ca la drept vorbind, numai inteleptii au puterea de a ceda. Corect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti un aristocrat...ea e o fata de cartier. Fara educatie, fara AUTOEDUCATIE. Fara maniere. Si nici nu vrea altceva, ca are orgoliu...Vorbele-i sunt ascutite si de multe ori te raneste. Si ea nici nu-si da seama.&lt;br /&gt;Tu aspiri la perfectiune...ea vrea sa o accepti asa cum este. Ca ea nu vrea sa se schimbe deloc. Pai daca o iubesti frate, ia-o asa cum este....si vino in intampinarea-i cu o manea data la maxim. Ca ei asa ii place. Si tu,daca o iubesti, nu vrei sa o schimbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progres...adaptare si progres...&lt;br /&gt;Adaptarea ce duce la progres e un lucru bun de urmat. Adaptarea care te face sa suferi...sa te injosesti...sa te chinuiesti intr-una, sa tot tragi dupa tine pe o persoana cu "orgoliu"....asta nu e bine. Te autodistrugi..mai devreme sau mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca iti raspunzi la intrebarile astea....usor iti este apoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanatate si pofta de viata la toata lumea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2873829569029593550?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2873829569029593550/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2873829569029593550' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2873829569029593550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2873829569029593550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-adaptare-si-progres.html' title='Despre adaptare si progres'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SX9fEMCf5YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfBGSIBtJjU/s72-c/img778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-1916208011175437441</id><published>2009-01-22T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:40:11.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privilegii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranta'/><title type='text'>pesimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SXh1JvRdVQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x5omNjIM6r0/s1600-h/DSC02553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SXh1JvRdVQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x5omNjIM6r0/s320/DSC02553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294110172142982402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum este sa visezi in fiecare zi si sa speri in fiecare clipa ..si totusi sa nu se intample  nimic?&lt;br /&gt;Cum  este sa simti disperarea, sa vrei sa-ti iei lumea-n cap, sa crezi ca te stingi..?&lt;br /&gt;Cum este sa-ti doresti sa-ti vezi visul cu ochii si totusi sa nu se intample asta?&lt;br /&gt;Sa crezi in fiecare moment ca va fi mai bine si sa treaca timpul...si sa nu se produca schimbarea?&lt;br /&gt;Cum este sa fii constient ca meriti mai mult? Ca ti se cuvin alte privilegii? Cum este sa stii ca esti facut pentru altceva decat ceea ce faci acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum este sa incerci din rasputeri sa schimbi ceva....sa te zbati zi de zi...cu trupul, cu mintea, cu speranta....Si sa nu se schimbe nimic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum este sa te simti parca legat de ceva....de monotonia asta a vietii..sa nu poti sa iesi din rutina oricat ai vrea...sa vrei sa muti muntii din loc si totusi sa nu poti misca nici macar un fir de praf..&lt;br /&gt;Sa simti ca nu crezi in destin ..si totusi sa vezi ca parca...faci cum zice undeva ca trebuie sa faci...lucruri petrecute fara voia ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ti s-a intamplat sa simti toate astea?&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Inseamana ca esti mai putin pesimist decat mine. Bravos!&lt;br /&gt;Dar te intreb, esti cu ceva mai castigat? Ca vrei tu sa pari mai optimsit ? Mai puternic si mai sigur pe tine? Da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am simtit de multe ori toate astea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI TOTUSI EU NU CRED IN DESTIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULESHEET pentru oameni slabi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-1916208011175437441?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/1916208011175437441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=1916208011175437441' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1916208011175437441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/1916208011175437441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/01/pesimism.html' title='pesimism'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SXh1JvRdVQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x5omNjIM6r0/s72-c/DSC02553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6066666416847747878</id><published>2009-01-11T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:39:33.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indragostita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strain'/><title type='text'>Strainul si cuvintele potrivite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoIXVB1XWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6SKI5Lt6N18/s1600-h/DSC08393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoIXVB1XWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6SKI5Lt6N18/s320/DSC08393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290049909174918498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoH2P2-gmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dv1F7tOywNQ/s1600-h/DSC08392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoH2P2-gmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dv1F7tOywNQ/s200/DSC08392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290049340851520098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoHTzWOk4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/PfYmDgyOOIc/s1600-h/DSC08394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoHTzWOk4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/PfYmDgyOOIc/s320/DSC08394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290048749082416002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoGRpnMkBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4gqJ88eHYKo/s1600-h/DSC08386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoGRpnMkBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4gqJ88eHYKo/s400/DSC08386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290047612597866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Astazi simt ca iubesc si cel mai mult ma doare ca nu stiu ce sa fac cu toata iubirea asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, tu chiar ai crezut ce ai citit? ( era o gluma domnule!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit in calculator cuvintele tale. Nu mai stiu cand mi le-ai trimis...sau cu ce ocazie.Eu abia acum le-am gasit..acum le-am citit pentru prima oara si m-am indragostit...de ideee....&lt;br /&gt;Cat de frumos scrii, draga strainule.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;"Exista cuvinte mari, cuvinte mici chiar si chiar cuvinte mijlocii, cuvinte inalte, rotunde, patrate sau ascutite, chiar si cuvinte ca un cerc.Toate acestea, ele, adica cuvintele imi intind gandurile catre tine dand forma lucrurilor fara forma, apropiand departarea, zburand cerul, fugarind culorile, inaltaindu-mi sufletul putin mai sus de ochii din privirea ta ca sa ma las imbratisat de adierea de primavara ce freamata linistit in parul tau negru si parca suparat.&lt;br /&gt;Exista o vreme anume, cand din tacerea alba a gandurilor nestiute izvoraste noaptea tragand dupa ea un cer nestiut de sus, nestiut de mare, nestiut de prieten, nestiut de mic incat incape in fiecare dintre noi macar pentru o singura data. Fiecare stea poarta in ea nu lumina ci povestea de viata a acelei straluciri.Ridica-ti fruntea acum cand dormi, loveste-ti privirea adormita de stele si lasa-ti iarasi fiinta prada unui dans, acestui dans cazut al lucrurilor care nu se cred si care nu se pot, al lucrurilor care nu se vad.&lt;br /&gt;De la mine pana la tine se paseste in secret, se sopteste in ascuns, se moare zambind, arcusul sta lipit de corzile otelite ale timpului, Dumnezeu isi reazema capul in palma, ingerii, toti cu mainile in buzunare isi misca din sprancene aripile nevazute, privirea lor e acum cu mult mai mare, pe de o parte si de alta a drumului florile de foc isi plang luminile din fire nu din intristare, paseste irasi gandul tau de vis... in visul tau e loc de drum pe mare, in noaptea asta vantul sufla iarasi in panze. E misacare, deci sa pornim in lume, dar nu stiu, nu stiu-n care..&lt;br /&gt;Acum cand dormi pentru ca stiu, pentru ca stii, pentru ca te vad, din dor m-aplec sa-ti cant povestea corabiei cu panze, a celei mai frumoase flori din ocean, a celei mai stralucitoare stea, tu stii  ca nu sunt eu, ci e soldatul vremurilor bune ce iarasi vine-n noaptea  ce e doar a ta...ce nume ai vei da?&lt;br /&gt;Exista o vreme anume, cand imi dau seama ca nu eu sunt cel care te-a ales, nici tu nu m-ai ales, suntem doar noi doi intr-o lume paralela care va exista si va fi construita doar de viata pe care noi ne-o jucam in contextul dat al acestui mister, avem sau nu o poveste ? putem sau nu sa devenim un caz ? avem sau nu ceva de spus sau de oferit ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred in tine si in tacerea ta, in felul tau de a-ti construi propria lume, in modul fascinant in care ai aranjat stelele, in culoarea pe care ai ales pentru a o purta cerul, in numele pe care l-ai dat pasarilor ce o sa il brazdeze, in felul cum ai definit urmele pasilor tai…. Si stiu ca intelegi ca cercul poate fi uneoi un patrat, luna poate fi inima ta, vantul parul tau si uneori poti fi insasi viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iata cum se cantau cuvintele ca sa intelegem cu inima si nu cu timplele : “fericirea e un lucru marunt, e o aripa care vibreaza, fericirea e un lucru mic ……un pitic ce danseaza”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piticul e inca la mine, nu uita:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6066666416847747878?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6066666416847747878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6066666416847747878' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6066666416847747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6066666416847747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/01/strainul-si-cuvintele-potrivite.html' title='Strainul si cuvintele potrivite'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWoIXVB1XWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6SKI5Lt6N18/s72-c/DSC08393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7076674306507509522</id><published>2009-01-08T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:37:45.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucuresti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ianuarie'/><title type='text'>ianuarie 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWYPiYq46EI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hBwUBJOYyRA/s1600-h/DSC02543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWYPiYq46EI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hBwUBJOYyRA/s320/DSC02543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288931895805536322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit ninge si in Bucuresti! Ploua lin cu fulgi..Ninge ca o poveste.heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Craciun am fost acasa. Si era inca destul de cald. "Mama....cum sa avem un Craciun fara zapada? Eu vreau sa ninga de Craciun..." &lt;br /&gt;Si a nins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am revenit in Bucresti..era groaznic de urat (ca de obicei). Si imi era dor de zapada de acasa. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma dau cu sania. Sa fac om de zapada. Sa pun mana pe fulgii proaspat cazuti.Vreau sa-mi scartaie zapada inghetata sub picioare. Ca atunci cand eram mica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit pe fereastra. Doamneee ce frumos ninge! Fulgii cad atat de incet.. si se aseaza  tandru pe firele de iarba, pe crengile copacilor...pe varfurile brazilor, pe acoperisuri..peste tot. Si prin parul meu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va fi cu siguranta un an bun 2009. Foarte bun chiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=7f88a19577b93e&amp;userid=anastasia67&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=7f88a19577b93e&amp;userid=anastasia67&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninge pe Moldova, ninge - Aurel Moldovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=714fa09cb73c6b&amp;userid=dana43&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=714fa09cb73c6b&amp;userid=dana43&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninge pe Moldova, ninge- alta varianta:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7076674306507509522?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7076674306507509522/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7076674306507509522' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7076674306507509522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7076674306507509522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2009/01/ianuarie-2009.html' title='ianuarie 2009'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SWYPiYq46EI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hBwUBJOYyRA/s72-c/DSC02543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-6428698128090116179</id><published>2008-12-20T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:36:56.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patinaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om de zapada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>De Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SU1ugtWtwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OFz5BRUKuMo/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SU1ugtWtwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OFz5BRUKuMo/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281999446185197730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fotografia apartine lui Bogdan Radu (colegul meu de la master) si ii multumim frumos pentru darnicie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine Craciunul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt atat de departe si as vrea sa fiu cat mai repede acasa…&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept. Am cumparat cadouri de Craciun celor dragi mie - momentul cand le voi inmana lor este unul foarte important pentru mine. Imi place sa fac cadouri si mai mult decat atat, imi place sa-i fac pe ceilalti fericiti! Daca zambesti cand ma vezi, eu sunt fericita! Pe bune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa impodobesc bradul.....M-am gandit chiar sa cumpar alte globuri..sa le inlocuiesc pe cele de anul trecut...am umblat prin magazine, dar de ce sa le car eu tocmai din Bucresti? Hm....se gasesc globuri pe toate drumurile, plus de asta, puteam sa le si sparg.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare Craciun cant colinde....le ador, le iubesc. Si pentru ca am depasit momentul in care ma duceam la rude sau cunoscuti cu colindatul....acum fac concert de colinde la mine acasa. Inviatii sunt mama si tata, sa nu razi:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa primesc copiii! Sa le ascult colinda si sa le dau prajituri si bomboane...si sa cant cu ei uneori. Anul acesta am cumparat Mosi Craciuni din ciocolata....sper sa ajunga pentru toti colindatorii:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciunul e sfant. Nu as putea sa lipsesc de acasa in astfel de momente...desi uneori am lipsit..si mare prostie am facut. Nu se compara nimic....abia astept sa ajung acasa! ( Sper sa ma primeasca sora-mea in camera ei:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ca sa te  scot din melancolia mea, uite un banc ce l-am primit adineaori:&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa-ti placa:)&lt;br /&gt;“Dupa o zi criminala, in care lui Mos Craciun toate i-au mers prost: i s-au imbolnavit  4 pitici, 3 reni au racit, sania s-a rupt, a ramas fara bautura si a venit si soacra-sa in vizita, seara, suna la usa un ingeras cu un brad imens de Craciun. 'Ce sa fac cu bradul Mosule?' intreaba ingerasul.&lt;br /&gt; Si de atunci exista traditia cu ingerasul infipt in varful bradului... “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, nu? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o melodie ce-mi aduce in minte atatea amintiri....Last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e49f6f4d771f5f&amp;userid=Sco0ter&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e49f6f4d771f5f&amp;userid=Sco0ter&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si acum....langa brad...sau langa foc...sau in lumina lumanarilor..te las sa asculti melodiiile astea...impreuna cu mine....vrei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9a74d07b63f3f8&amp;userid=iseraphim&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9a74d07b63f3f8&amp;userid=iseraphim&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9a74d07b63f3f8&amp;userid=iseraphim&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9a74d07b63f3f8&amp;userid=iseraphim&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion- Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Rea - Driving Home For Christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=624464c7fabc9a&amp;userid=ochiulpesticla&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=624464c7fabc9a&amp;userid=ochiulpesticla&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregorians - Do they know it's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=eb9121c1eb962b&amp;userid=MoonWitch&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=eb9121c1eb962b&amp;userid=MoonWitch&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Mccartney - Wonderful Christmas Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=0e36b19a9e4076&amp;userid=ochiulpesticla&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=0e36b19a9e4076&amp;userid=ochiulpesticla&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING GRACE - Christmas carol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=221730f384660e&amp;userid=Luminita2007&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=221730f384660e&amp;userid=Luminita2007&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas - Happy Christmas Traditional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e3a30e6f045e4d&amp;userid=Sco0ter&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e3a30e6f045e4d&amp;userid=Sco0ter&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun fericit alaturi de cine iti este tie drag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-6428698128090116179?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/6428698128090116179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=6428698128090116179' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6428698128090116179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/6428698128090116179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-craciun.html' title='De Craciun'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SU1ugtWtwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OFz5BRUKuMo/s72-c/IMG_2938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-2529448852321607166</id><published>2008-12-18T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:09:20.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patinoar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om de zapada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><title type='text'>Imi este dor de iarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUpEyQokrBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tEeecCO8kxg/s1600-h/DSC02531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUpEyQokrBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tEeecCO8kxg/s400/DSC02531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281109143294618642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi vreau sa-ti scriu despre iarna.&lt;br /&gt;Ca a venit iarna, pe bune ca a venit....si...nici macar nu se cunoaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare iarna, de cand sunt in nenorocitul asta de Bucuresti (sic) imi propun saprofit de zapada...cand este, fireste. In fiecare iarna imi zic sa fac un om de zapada, sa ma dau cu sania, sa arunc in aer cu bulgari. Dar nu. De cand sunt in Bucuresti (si  au trecut aproape cinci ani, vai, vai) nu se intampla niciodata sa fac ce-mi propun. Bine, in materie de zapada:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate anul acesta o sa fac totusi un om...asa, ca la carte, cu carbuni,tigaie si morcov in loc de nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc cand eram in generala....faceam un om de zapada si eram mandra de el. Si veneau colegii mei si mi-l stricau...si eu eram foarte bosumflata. Acum nici nu au ce strica... hiar, oare ce mai fac dragii mei colegi din generala? Imi este dor de ei. Tu mai pastrezi legatura cu amicii din generala? eu...spre rusinea mea...nu prea...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dar as vrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost la patinoar. Singurul semn ca DA, e iarna! Si azi ma voi duce iar. Imi place atat de mult. Simt ca plutesc!&lt;br /&gt;Cand cobor de pe patine, mi se pare ca e asa de greu sa mergi cu picioarele...ca mai simplu e sa patinezi...Bine, nu-ti inchipui ca sunt cine stie ce mare patinatoare (ca nu sunt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi astept iarna mai mult ca oricand. Ca nu am avut o toamna buna.  Ca am avut prea multe ganduri ce s-au spulberat odata cu frunzele duse de vant. Ca sper sa vina fulgii de zapada cu alte ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc iarna..asa rece cum este ea...rece si sclipitoare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-2529448852321607166?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/2529448852321607166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=2529448852321607166' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2529448852321607166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2529448852321607166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/12/imi-este-dor-de-iarna.html' title='Imi este dor de iarna'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUpEyQokrBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tEeecCO8kxg/s72-c/DSC02531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-5712280256476525910</id><published>2008-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:07:50.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popa Marian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mircea Baniciu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supraaglomerat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>de sfarsit de saptamana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUK5YoR5EsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qgMzW9zzkX0/s1600-h/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUK5YoR5EsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qgMzW9zzkX0/s400/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278985546012103362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUK47T_q-wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xjNersny_w4/s1600-h/Copy+of+img956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUK47T_q-wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xjNersny_w4/s200/Copy+of+img956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278985042350766850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate unii dintre voi au atatea probleme pe cap incat nici nu stiu ca maine e sambata, poimaine e duminica....si teoretic ar trebui sa ne relaxam...sa ne simtim bine si sa ne incarcam cu forte noi pentru noua saptamana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bucurestiul acesta supraaglomerat e greu sa te opresti din valtoarea stresanta si de neoprit a horei cotidianului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar daca vrei, poti. Si sunt convinsa ca vrei neaparat sa te ralaxezi putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu o sa te ajut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu arta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictura...semntata tot Popa Marian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e310a0d4476376&amp;userid=cuoreblu50&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e310a0d4476376&amp;userid=cuoreblu50&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mircea Baniciu - Magazinul de vise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-5712280256476525910?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/5712280256476525910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=5712280256476525910' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5712280256476525910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5712280256476525910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-sfarsit-de-saptamana.html' title='de sfarsit de saptamana'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SUK5YoR5EsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qgMzW9zzkX0/s72-c/KyUNtX396796-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3795491440911677715</id><published>2008-12-06T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:48:05.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popa Marian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forumul national al tinerilor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oradea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free hugs'/><title type='text'>O imbratisare = doua zambete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STrzDvH-TXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v8n1T9T13xc/s1600-h/img877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STrzDvH-TXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v8n1T9T13xc/s200/img877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276797158933024114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STry5RMA53I/AAAAAAAAAME/BgbmAzi8wE8/s1600-h/QuDkoN825722-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STry5RMA53I/AAAAAAAAAME/BgbmAzi8wE8/s320/QuDkoN825722-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276796979098216306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Desenele apartin de data aceasta lui Popa Marian. Pupici si mutumesc!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, ma uit bine? Imi citeste cineva blogurile? Credeam ca ma urmaresc numai prietenii....Doamneee, multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi o sa scriu ceva despre un vis de-al meu mai vechi...pe care l-am realizat abia acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am vazut anul trecut pe strada o pancarda mare pe care scria "Free Hugs", nu am inteles prea bine despre ce era vorba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi m-am trezit ca au venit peste mine unii care m-au luat mai frate la imbratisat. Astia sunt nebuni, am gandit eu...dar mi-a placut nebunia lor. Atat de mult mi-a placut, incat am vrut neaparat sa fac si eu acelasi lucru: sa imbratisez oameni. Nu stiam cum este sa tii in brate necunoscuti, sa oferi afectiune fara sa cunosti persoana, insa mi se parea o idee grozava ce trebuie musai probata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am trait cu visul asta ceva timp...m-am interesat cand se mai face o asemenea campanie. In Oradea, la Forumul National al Tinerilor..am "copt" impreuna cu toti tinerii de acolo un nou proiect de imbratisat:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a facut in toata tara....pe 1 Decembrie a fost la Bucursti. Am scris mai detaliat despre asta pe www.calatoriamea.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Aici vreau sa va spun ce am simtit cand am facut asta...ce au simtit altii....adica cei imbratisati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentul este unic. Bine....iti trebuie un pic de tupeu si curaj ca sa te apuci sa iei la imbratisat oamenii de pe strada. Un timid ...tare ma tem ca nu ar reusi sa faca asta. So...daca nu esti timid...sau daca reusesti sa-ti retii timiditatea pentru scopuri nobile, mai ales pentru acest scop nobil...&lt;br /&gt;Si...daca esti altruist si..iti place sa faci oamenii fericiti, iti place sa te implici si iubesti sa culegi reactii....esti omul potrivit pentru "imbratisari gratuite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am facut asta si in ziua aceea....m-am simtit foarte implinita si plina de bucurie....( bine, exceptand faptul ca in aceeasi seara am aflat ca am picat un examen la master..si mi s-a dus toata fericirea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bucuresti oamenii sunt intr-o continua alerta...vin, pleaca...tot timpul grabiti. Sa iei in brate o batranica ce tocmai s-a intorsde la piata cu sacosele grele de cumparaturi, e mare lucru. Sa o vezi...trista....si dupa ce o strangi puternic in brate sa o ve fzi fericita....este un sentiment de nedescris. O asemena batranica mi-a multumit pentru imbratisare. Mi-a spus ca pe ea nu a mai imbratisat-o nimeni de patruzeci de ani...ca nici macar copii ei nu o imbratiseaza...simt ca mi se zbarleste pielea cand imi aduc aminte. Cat de strans ne tineu unii in brate...ne multumeau...si zambeau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am imbratisat copii, tineri, batrani...cersetorii de la coltul strazii, politistii din intersectii, muncitorii de la drumuri si poduri, paznicii de pe la porti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au fost si persoane speriate...ca ce vrem noi sa le facem?(poate se gandeau ca dorim sa-i buzunarim :P..hmmm)...dar dupa ce le explicam....ne imbratisau si ei cu drag...A fost o doamna scrobita careia i-am oferit o imbratisare gratuita si ea ne-raspuns ca: "Da' doua palme nu vreti?" Era speriata saraca femeie...si in lumea asta unde violenta ocupa inca un loc central in societate...e normal sa fie marcata si saraca femeie. Am lasat suferinda cu violenta ei. Nu de alta, dar noi vroiam sa oferim zambete, nu sa ne luam papara aiurea.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si visul meu de-a oferi fericire..s-a implinit catusi de putin in ziua aceea. O sa imbratisez mai des oamenii..prietenii, colegii, amicii, rudele...cunoscutii. Nici nu stii ce bine este..pana nu incerci. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbratisati-va mai des! Oferiti si primiti fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E o viata prea scurta ca sa fii trist , manios, egoist, reticent si inchis. Deschide-te si o sa vezi ce bine este!&lt;br /&gt;Langa tine este cu siguranta un om pe care il poti face fericit. Da-i satisfactia asta si o sa traiesti sentimente unice. NU-ti imbratisa doar iubita sau iubitul, parintii sau prietenii ......atatia altii nu au primit de ani de zile o imbratisare calda, oferita din inima. Iti vine sa crezi? &lt;br /&gt;Unii nici nu stiu ce bine este:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3795491440911677715?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3795491440911677715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3795491440911677715' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3795491440911677715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3795491440911677715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-imbratisare-doua-zambete.html' title='O imbratisare = doua zambete'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STrzDvH-TXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v8n1T9T13xc/s72-c/img877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8997349754056979280</id><published>2008-11-28T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:03:40.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stefan Cararusa'/><title type='text'>despre soarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS_4gbw0oaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ePvBkJ66bgY/s1600-h/DSC02540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS_4gbw0oaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ePvBkJ66bgY/s200/DSC02540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706924766175650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS_32JAvOpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dAGGC5RUJys/s1600-h/DSC02540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS_32JAvOpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dAGGC5RUJys/s400/DSC02540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706198178151058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                (Stefan Cararusa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri despre vise...si iar ganduri. Viata absenta e cea mai longeviva existenta. Gresesc oare? Poate da..poate nu. Ma gandesc. NU ma intreba la ce ma gandesc. Meditez la nemurirea sufletului. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare exista destin? Si daca da...ce esti tu, o marioneta a vietii pe care oricum o s-o urmezi? Si daca exista, de de unii sunt soriti la destine de presedinti si altii la destine de cersetori? Cum ar fi sa ai un destin de invalid? De labil mintal, de creator sau de bancher? ...Ma gandesc. Cum e posibil ca dorintele unora sa se implineasca..si ale altora nu? Cum este posibil ca sa-ti doresti foarte mult ceva...stiind ca acel lucru oricum se va implini..sau din contra..nu se va implini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista destin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista poate istorie sociala. Intamplarea de a ne fi nascut undeva...langa cineva.&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista soarta, exista poate noroc sau nenoroc. Caracter, incapatanare, dorinta, delasare,optimism si pesimism. Asta exista si o spun cu atata tarie fiindca pe astea poti pune mana...pe soarta insa, ba.&lt;br /&gt;NU exista destin.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci de ce se spune ca unora " le este dat " sa faca anumite lucuri sau sa sfarseasca intr-un anume fel? De ce unele persoane, oricat ar incerca...sunt nefericite, pesimiste, fara noroc? Daca nu este acesta destinul lor, de ce cand o iau de la capat, se lovesc de aceleasi chestii? NU ai cunoscut pe nimeni care sa se casatoreasca de multe ori si de fiecare data sa nu fie implnit? Asta nu e destin?&lt;br /&gt;NU. Poate fi..cel mult..neatentie sociala. Adica omul respectiv greseste undeva...unde? Habar nu am.El singur trebuie sa anlizeze lucrurile. La fel se intampla si cu artistul aflat in anonimat...nu ca are un destin de anonim, nu. Este asa fiindca nu a gasit inca ..cheia cu care sa deschida usa catre succes. Si aici este vorba de caracter, nicicdecum de soarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU exista soarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am spus noi asa...fiindca am simtit nevoia sa dam vina pe cineva.&lt;br /&gt;La fel cum in vremurile stravechi oamenii puneau pe seama zeilor toate fenomenele naturii pe care nu le puteau explica.&lt;br /&gt;Omul gaseste tot timpul un motiv...o explicatie. Si cu cat explicatiile rationale sunt mai multe, cu atat zeitatile dispar. Pai .... nu sari asa...aminteste-ti ca oamenii credeau in Zeul Furtunii, al Trasnetului, al Zapezii, etc. Azi mai crede cineva in toate astea? Poate doar tu:P. &lt;br /&gt;Nu exista destin. Exista caracter. Putere. Dorinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8997349754056979280?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8997349754056979280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8997349754056979280' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8997349754056979280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8997349754056979280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/despre-soarta.html' title='despre soarta'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS_4gbw0oaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ePvBkJ66bgY/s72-c/DSC02540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8356595861679215868</id><published>2008-11-26T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:01:11.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Norman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marian popa'/><title type='text'>O melodie, o poezie, un crampei de feerie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS03DQ9gOHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HDSM5oJClT4/s1600-h/DSC02535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS03DQ9gOHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HDSM5oJClT4/s400/DSC02535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272931267952785522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am primit o poezie....mi-a placut atat de mult incat consider ca musai trebuie sa o citesti si tu. Sa-mi spui daca-ti place.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il cheama Marian Popa. E un tanar...boem, visator si ...indragostit. ..De viata!!! Ce, iarasi te gandesti la altceva..hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O clipa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri iti trec acum&lt;br /&gt;Prin fata multe, zeci&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul te-ntreci&lt;br /&gt;Privesti spre tarmuri infinite&lt;br /&gt;Privesti apusuri, rasarite&lt;br /&gt;Si-o iei pe al meu drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin poarta raiului strecoara&lt;br /&gt;Sute de ingeri o fecioara&lt;br /&gt;Si visul parca nu e vis&lt;br /&gt;Prin simpla ta prezenta&lt;br /&gt;Utopic paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paduri intregi umbresc al meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de visul ce-l visam candava&lt;br /&gt;O clipa as sta nemuritor&lt;br /&gt;O clipa sub privirea ta&lt;br /&gt;Apoi sa mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ei...nu-i asa ca-i talentat?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult o soapta cum rasare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarziu dupa apus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privesc la luna cum tresare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ascult ce ai de spus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si linistea din nou se-asterne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarziu dupa apus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa dorm acum!? e prea devreme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ascult o soapta ce-a apus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Si imi pasesti usor in gand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarziu dupa apus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; O soapta, adusa lin de vant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O soapta ce s-a dus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ascult acum ecoul lin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al soaptei ce-a apus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te regasesc din nou in vis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarziu dupa apus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asadar, tot in magazinul meu de vise isi regaseste si el muza:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=892741623522b6&amp;userid=maroelva&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=892741623522b6&amp;userid=maroelva&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Norman - Midnight Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8356595861679215868?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8356595861679215868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8356595861679215868' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8356595861679215868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8356595861679215868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-melodie-o-poezie-un-crampei-de-feerie.html' title='O melodie, o poezie, un crampei de feerie'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SS03DQ9gOHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HDSM5oJClT4/s72-c/DSC02535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-3898885469851507777</id><published>2008-11-21T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:51:39.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mich Gerber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stefan Cararusa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpinestars'/><title type='text'>Relaxeaza-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSdjbn6rCCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mKg0Ir5NayA/s1600-h/DSC02551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSdjbn6rCCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mKg0Ir5NayA/s400/DSC02551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271291215083145250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna, astazi vreau sa-ti scriu tie. &lt;br /&gt;Te-ai plictisit de atata filozofie, asa-i? &lt;br /&gt;Hm...ai dreptate, m-a luat valul si adevarat ca m-am indepartat de telul meu initial de a vinde vise.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca si tu ai un vis....unul cu mine, asa-i?:)&lt;br /&gt; Si eu am un vis in care esti tu.&lt;br /&gt; Pe bune.&lt;br /&gt; Nu cred ca nu ti-ai dat seama.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o nenorocita...adica nu am noroc.:) Ce, credeai ca ma refer la altceva? hahhaa Niciodata nu ai reusit sa-mi citesti gandurile:).&lt;br /&gt;Astazi vreau sa-ti vand un vis cu muzica....ca vine sfarsitul de saptamana si vreau sa te relaxezi. Sa ne relaxam impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sper sa-ti placa:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=a993cbac07e513&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=a993cbac07e513&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich Gerber-Zumurud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8bf691e85d2dd7&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8bf691e85d2dd7&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpinestars-Burning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8e7f806e303a8b&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8e7f806e303a8b&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enya- Only Times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ti doresti mai mult decat o melodie linistitoare care sa te poarte pe taramuri indepartate....si o pictura de calitate ce te poata duce cu gandul la vise... &lt;br /&gt;(semnata tot Stefan Cararusa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-3898885469851507777?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/3898885469851507777/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=3898885469851507777' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3898885469851507777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/3898885469851507777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/relaxeaza-te.html' title='Relaxeaza-te'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSdjbn6rCCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mKg0Ir5NayA/s72-c/DSC02551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7838578732672044190</id><published>2008-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:10:27.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dezmat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refugiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dezaxati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planificare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betiv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desfrau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drogati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familie'/><title type='text'>Geniul si betia (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSNLMjb0y7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6sBb_LAsl5Y/s1600-h/DSC02534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSNLMjb0y7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6sBb_LAsl5Y/s320/DSC02534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270138667996072882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Continui cu o parere ce nu-mi apartine... La nivelul unei societati, nu doar al individului, Betia Sacra (Entuziasmul nebunesc, inclusiv insotit de nebunie adevarata, de violenta si dezmat) e binevenita din cind in cind. Fara ea, societatea intreaga se plafoneaza, se intepeneste in niste tipare vechi si statute.&lt;br /&gt;De aceea grecii antici il invitau pe Dionysos din cind in cind in mijlocul lor, ca sa-i reimpospateze prin nebunie si desfriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Celebrau riturile Lui (femeile imbatindu-se si dansind ca nebunele, mincind carne cruda si participind la orgii) rar, dar regulat, stiind ca fara ele, societatea lor ar muri in cele din urma, incetind sa mai fie creatoare. In societatea moderna, nu exista din pacate astfel de rituri planificate (decat la nivel individual, uneori). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, din cauza asta, societatea e nevoita sa se reimprospateze prin eruptii necontrolate si neplanuite de nimeni, pe care nimeni nu le intelege. Revolutiile (ca de pilda cea prin care am trecut), si uneori chiar razboaiele, sunt astfel de ``betii" colective (si uneori singeroase) ale lumii moderne, care oricit ar fi de catastrofice, sunt din cind in cind necesare, spre reinnoirea lumii. (Si, bineinteles ca nebunii si betivii si dezaxatii si drogatii si marginalii si copiii strazii sunt atunci dintr-o data in prima linie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar revin la indivizi. Repet, caci sunt foarte convins de asta (si astept contra-exemple): din tot ce am citit si cunoscut direct nu stiu nici un exemplu de geniu creator (in nici-un domeniu de care am ceva habar, de la arta si poezie si muzica si pina la matematica si fizica, de la timpurile ``clasice" si pina in zilele noastre) care sa fie, sau sa fi fost, o persoana ``echilibrata", moderata, domoala, cu gusturi si tabieturi mic-burgheze, in stare sa infrunte realitatea fara sa se ``refugieze" in nici-un ``drog" si nici-o forma de ``betie". Exista unii care sunt mai moderati si conventionali in anumite aspecte ale vietii lor (de pilda o viata de familie model :-)), dar nu si in alte aspecte. Iar cei mai creatori sunt cei mai ne-echilibrati si mai zbuciumati dintre ei. In CEL MAI BUN CAZ, e NUMAI vorba de a fi ``betivi" in sensul obisnuit: asta e NIMIC, e o forma aproape inocenta de ``refugiu" si dezertare din realitate, caci e ``tolarata" destul de bine de societate. Dar multi din ei au ``vicii" mult mai periculoase si mai anti-sociale. (Iar cind n-au, sunt de fapt nebuni in sens clinic, medical, cu certificat!) In cel mai bun caz, reusesc sa si le tina cit de cat sub control. Dar LE AU, si STIU ca le au, si daca ii iei la bani marunti RECUNOSC ca asta e sursa lor secreta de creativitate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur, reciproca nu e adevarata: nu orice drogat, nebun, betiv, obsedat sexual etc., e si creator! Din pacate. Si, sigur, cum probabilitatea de a fi geniu e intotdeauna foarte mica (si niciunul din noi nu poate sa stie daca este), calea cea mai ``safe" e pina la urma moderatia, conventionalul, cultura, educatia etc. Ca, daca nu esti geniu, macar nu ajungi ratat complet, rejectat de societate. Dimpotriva, ajungi in ``elita" societatii: asta e visul oricarui snob. Sa faca facultatea la cea mai buna universitate din lume, cu cei mai buni profesori, cele mai bune note, sa ia cea mai buna slujba in cel mai invidiat loc etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum am zis: la tinerete, nu ne cunoastem prea bine (si de fapt niciodata nu ne cunoastem cu totul). Caci, neavind inca ocazia multor experiente, traim mai mult cu vise. Iar in vise, cu totii suntem eroi si perfecti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu... iti urez sa fii mai putin perfect. Si mai ales sa inveti sa recunosti asta, si sa-ti faci din imperfectiune o sursa de putere, si cine stie, poate chiar de creativitate adevarata. Sa reusesti sa invingi teama aceea pe care am vazut-o in ochii tai: teama de a fi ne-civilizat, si barbar, si ``josnic", si necizelat. Teama de a-ti explora limitele si de a-ti da friu posibilitatilor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7838578732672044190?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7838578732672044190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7838578732672044190' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7838578732672044190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7838578732672044190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/geniul-si-betia-2.html' title='Geniul si betia (2)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SSNLMjb0y7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6sBb_LAsl5Y/s72-c/DSC02534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-7526476358218371784</id><published>2008-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:17:28.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geniu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dionysos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betie'/><title type='text'>Geniul si betia (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRw1k3RdlZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zgup_90fX70/s1600-h/DSC02533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRw1k3RdlZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zgup_90fX70/s400/DSC02533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144571545392530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduc o parere care  nu-mi apartine, insa fiindca eu nu o puteam spune mai bine si fiindca impartasesc intru totul unele pasaje, te voi lasa sa citesti ce urmeaza, fara pic de modificare.&lt;br /&gt; "In cultura europeana ``betia", spiritul ``Dionisiac" (cum l-a numit Nietzche, urmind un mit grecesc), departe de a fi ceva exclusiv josnic, a fost de cel putin 4000 de ani (probabil mai mult), simbolul iesirii din cotidian, din normalitatea plicticoasa si profana, din propriul tau ``ego" limitat si egoist, mic-burghez si format de prejucatile si ingustimile epocii. ``Dragostea" si extazul mistic au fost alte doua simboluri ale aceleasi iesiri explozive din cotidian, fara de care omul nu-si poate regasi radacinile autentice ale fiintei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dar sunt toate legate: caci dragostea e o betie in care o alta persoana joaca rolul vinului, iar exazul e o betie in care vinul e insusi Dumnezeu (sau vreun Zeu sau Zeita). Pentru greci, vinul insusi era un Zeu, si inca unul foarte puternic: Dionisos, zeului extazului, al betiei si nebuniei si desfriului. Cine-l dispretuieste, cine se crede ``deasupra" lui, cine ii considera ``josnici" pe cei posedati de acest Zeu -- va fi pedepsit. Si pedeapsa nu e altceva decit sterilitatea. Caci, oricit de cultivat si de inteligent ar fi cineva, nu poate deveni creativ cu adevarat daca traieste o viata ``domoala" si decenta, fara caderi in gol, fara provocari, fara nebunii, in comoditatea propriilor lui idei despre lume si viata. Nu, pina nu esti aruncat in gol, pina ideile nu ti-s date complet peste cap, pina cind nu te balacesti in propria-ti ``josnicie", pina cind nu esti silit sa-ti traiesti intr-o forma sau alta fanteziile cele mai ascunse, cele mai negre, cele mai ``josnice", cele pe care nici nu indraznesti sa ti le recunosti, pina nu ai atins fundul prapastiei --- pina atunci NU poti sa fii cu adevarat creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poti bineinteles sa scrii ceva, sa creezi ceva, dar nu cu forta si caracterul adevaratei creatii. Pentru ca pina atunci nu te cunosti cu adevarat pe tine insuti/insati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cine a trecut prin asta nu mai poate, nici macar in gluma, sa fie vreo clipa snob. Nu mai poate sa reactioneze automat cu superioritate la ``josniciile" altora: caci stie ca in el insusi zac ``josnicii" si mai mari, si nu le dispretuieste, caci stie ca acolo, in intuneric, zace sursa lui secreta de creativitate si vitalitate. Nu mai poate face distinctii facile intre muzica ``culta" si...cealalta: caci stie ca toata muzica mare a lumii a fost in prima clipa ``inculta" si barbara si neacceptata, ca o eruptie de nestavilit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si ca numai timpul, si obisnuinta oamenilor, au facut-o sa fie perceputa ca si ``culta". In esenta, creativitatea este opusul culturii: e ceea ce nu te invata nimeni, e ceea ce vine impotriva a tot ce ai invatat, e rebeliunea impotriva propriei tale culturi. ``Betia", Dionisos, este creativitatea insasi. Cine o refuza se condamna singur la sterilitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desigur, ca in orice lupta, cu cit e mai mare e opozitia si tensiunea, cu atit mai mare si mai puternic triumful. De aceea, creativitatea si revolta sunt cu atit mai eficace cu cit exista in omul respectiv mai multa ``cultura" care sa i se impotriveasca; creativitatea izbucneste  cind exista cultura care sa i se impotriveasca. De aceea de obicei geniile sunt totusi oameni culti. Dar nu sunt cei mai culti! Iar cultura si inteligenta nu-s de ajuns. Numai persoanele in care locuieste un ``demon" puternic, caruia putin ii pasa de toata cultura si toate manierele si valorile lumii, numai acelea pot fi creatoare. Si chiar si acelea trebuie sa lupte intai impotriva propriei lor educatii si culturi, trebuie sa invete sa-si infrunte demonul, sa invete sa se arunce in gol. Numai pe urma pot crea ceva cu adevarat nou si valoros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Restul --- imita, prelucreaza, finiseaza, mosmondesc, gusta, audiaza, se cultiva, se inspira, se delecteza, se relaxeaza, se sublimeaza, se inalta sufleteste etc. Orice, dar NU creeaza".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-7526476358218371784?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/7526476358218371784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=7526476358218371784' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7526476358218371784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/7526476358218371784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/geniul-si-betia-1.html' title='Geniul si betia (1)'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRw1k3RdlZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zgup_90fX70/s72-c/DSC02533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-875634908610407213</id><published>2008-11-11T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:46:25.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realizare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onomastica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigdale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doamne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sf.Victor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moldamin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caciula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indragostit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greseala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Haina noua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl13Ide2WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QEhCI6N33zU/s1600-h/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl13Ide2WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QEhCI6N33zU/s200/DSC02545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370829210900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl00-jbv6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vFCEDAhLogk/s1600-h/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl00-jbv6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vFCEDAhLogk/s400/DSC02545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267369692680142754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi e ziua mea. La multi ani mie!:) &lt;br /&gt;E o toamna atat de frumoasa afara si eu stau in casa cu geaca si caciula. Si am si dormit cu geaca pe mine si cu caciula in cap.Hahaha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pe bune. Sunt racita bocna. Iarasi. Mi s-au umflat amigdalele dar sper sa scap de data asta de moldamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cand racesc groaznic si dintr-o data....adica fara motiv...zic de obicei ca m-a pedepsit Dumnezeu fiindca am facut o greseala. De data asta..oare ce greseala am mai facut? Hm....habar nu am. Cred ca m-am indragosit..dar o fi asta o greseala?  NU am voie nici sa ma indragostesc? Ia zi Doamne?  Adica....e mai bine sa visez toata viata decat sa am ce vreau? E mai bine sa visezi decat sa realizezi? Ia zi Doamne? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care citesti randurile astea, probabil crezi ca a innebunit Victoria. Si poate e adevarat. Nu te contrazic. Te-am contrazis eu vreodata? Dar vreau sa imbrac astazi o haina noua. Ca doar e ziua mea. Bine ca m-ai sunat tu de dimineata si mi-ai amintit.  Hahaha. Am si uitat!!!:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-875634908610407213?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/875634908610407213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=875634908610407213' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/875634908610407213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/875634908610407213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/haina-noua.html' title='Haina noua'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl13Ide2WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QEhCI6N33zU/s72-c/DSC02545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4165706963996761818</id><published>2008-11-05T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:44:07.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horia Brenciu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tandem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saptamanal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stefan Cararusa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suflet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lume'/><title type='text'>vine sfarsitul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRJBxcCKmLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lfRHyP28uTY/s1600-h/DSC02532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRJBxcCKmLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lfRHyP28uTY/s400/DSC02532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343231944202418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca se apropie sfarsitul de saptamana si toata lumea are nevoie de relaxare....iata, va pun la dispozitie in magazinul meu de vise cateva melodii:) si o poza:) ( e mult mai mult decat o poza, e de-a dreptul arta si-i apartine lui Stefan Cararusa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e5ce5bb7e0e0cf&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=e5ce5bb7e0e0cf&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia- Adriana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=27d77428c266ad&amp;userid=rakha&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=27d77428c266ad&amp;userid=rakha&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=bfb4fc0e79b493&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=bfb4fc0e79b493&amp;userid=victoriabaltag&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horia Brenciu-lucruri simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodii de suflet pentru tine ..si pentru tine...si pentru tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4165706963996761818?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4165706963996761818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4165706963996761818' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4165706963996761818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4165706963996761818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/11/vine-sfarsitul.html' title='vine sfarsitul'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRJBxcCKmLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lfRHyP28uTY/s72-c/DSC02532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-199725667307909586</id><published>2008-10-28T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:42:08.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurnalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tandem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crizanteme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frunze'/><title type='text'>Toamna  mea e in fiecare toamna</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SQbnhDJqg9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7zqBaj3IGpM/s1600-h/DSC02526.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262147769596543954 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SQbnhDJqg9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7zqBaj3IGpM/s320/DSC02526.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Este toamna, e atat de frumos si abia rezist sa nu ma scald in frunzele de prin parcuri. E soarele asta plapand si romantic. Si frunzele....e o intreaga lume acolo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor de Copou. Acum sunt mii de culori acolo. Imi este dor de Gradina Boranica. A inceput expozitia de crizanteme. Atat de multe crizanteme. Ai vazut vreo floare cu petale verzi? Da? Nu te cred. Ei bine...exista o crizantema la Gradina Botanica din Iasi care are petale verzi..pe bune. Daca nu ma crezi mergi de cerceteaza informatia, ca un bun jurnalist. Pssstt! Am spus eu jurnalist? God! Am vrut sa spun..ca un bun..cercetator :) Ma intelegi tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc sa ma plimb prin parc....sa merg cu picioarele prin mormane de frunze galbebe. Poate maine? Hm...asa imi promit de o saptamana. Of....Macar e bine fiindca continui sa visez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As vrea sa simti tomana la fel ca mine. Sa o vezi curgandu-ti prin vene si invadandu-ti mintea. Da. Toamna e anotimpul meu preferat. E al meu preferat anotimp. Preferatul meu anotimp. Doamnee, ce-mi place sa ma joc cu vorbele.:)) 0 sa-ti las un cantec de Iasi despre toamna..sa-mi zici daca-ti place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/victoriabaltag/2c568c6509f3d9"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_2c568c6509f3d9(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tandem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio  Muzica &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-199725667307909586?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/199725667307909586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=199725667307909586' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/199725667307909586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/199725667307909586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/10/este-toamna-e-atat-de-frumos-si-abia.html' title='Toamna  mea e in fiecare toamna'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SQbnhDJqg9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7zqBaj3IGpM/s72-c/DSC02526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-9188695142660908346</id><published>2008-10-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:39:27.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reteta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frumusete'/><title type='text'>vand vise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SP3SPtP5woI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZRqYlgtUWns/s1600-h/DSC02548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SP3SPtP5woI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZRqYlgtUWns/s320/DSC02548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591107124773506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am atatea ganduri care se zbat in mintea mea, atatea idei, atatea planuri...incat nu mai incap si vor sa iasa. &lt;br /&gt;Am atatea vise...incat pot sa-ti vand si tie cateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrei un vis? Un vis de la mine? Nu e unul obisnuit...tocmai fiindca il cumperi de la mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce vis ai dori? Am zeci, sute, poate chiar mii de vise... vrei un vis de la mine....oricare ar fi el, inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite, tie, ca esti atat de preocupat de visele mele, o sa-ti vand reteta lor. Sa poti sa-ti faci singur. Ce vis doresti. Cum il doresti tu. Si poate...o sa facem atunci schimb de vise, ce zici? MI-ar face mare placere...De mult vroiam sa fac schimb cu cineva..dar nu aveam cu cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite, acum o sa fac schimb cu tine. Daca o sa mai vrei. De ce sa nu mai vrei?&lt;br /&gt;Pai nu stiu...de fapt stiu. E simplu. Pai daca-ti vand reteta... o sa poti avea ce vis iti doresti, oricare si de orice fel. De ce ai mai dori unul si de la mine? A, ca sa ai ceva de la pesoana mea..hm....pai ai...RETETA. E destul. Sau nu e destul?&lt;br /&gt;Tu stii.&lt;br /&gt;Vedem atunci.&lt;br /&gt;NU mai vrei reteta viselor mele? Pai de ce? Iti este frica? Iti este frica sa-ti ajunga visele si sa nu mai ai nevoie de mine? Hm....si de ce ti-e frica...eu chiar asta vresau sa aflu. Te-ai prins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine.&lt;br /&gt;Du-te acasa si mai gandeste-te. Gandeste bine ce vrei. K? eu te voi astepta..cu viesle mele. &lt;br /&gt;Bine inteles, pana atunci, o sa vand din ele cate o sa pot. Si sa  nu-ti fie teama ca nu vei mai gasi nimic in magazinul meu de vise. Caci reteta mea...este interminabila...alte vise cu mult mai frumoase vor veni.&lt;br /&gt;ZBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-9188695142660908346?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/9188695142660908346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=9188695142660908346' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/9188695142660908346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/9188695142660908346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/10/vand-vise.html' title='vand vise'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SP3SPtP5woI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZRqYlgtUWns/s72-c/DSC02548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-9075744742533756291</id><published>2008-10-12T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:37:40.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inteligenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oamnei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altruism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>Oameni inteligenti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SPKBasC7IoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fvxsuQnyug4/s1600-h/DSC02527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SPKBasC7IoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fvxsuQnyug4/s320/DSC02527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256406010594796162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un vis sau e realitate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot timpul am crezut ca egoismul, aroganta, invidia, intoleranta vin din prostie..sau oricum, au o legatura directa cu aceasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut oameni puternici. De doua feluri. Unii care isi foloseau puterea fatis si altii care nu aveau nevoie sa-si foloseasca puterea. Pe ultimii i-am considerat tot timpul inteligenti. Inteligenta te face mai tolerant. Te face sa vezi lucrurile si din cealalta perspectiva, te indeamna sa dai o sansa celui de langa tine. Inteligenta te face sa ierti, sa judeci mai putin, sa ajuti. Sa lupti pentru mai bine, sa speri. Nerozia este exact opusul: te impinge sa-ti dovedesti tirania, sa lovesti pe cei ce nu se pot apara, sa faci exces de zel. Nerozia se vede intotdeauna perfecta. Cata lume nu se simte si frumoasa si inteligenta? Cati nu se considera perfecti? Cati ranesc fiindca stiu ca pot sa raneasca si cati ranesc  si nici macar nu-si dau seama ca ranesc? Asta e curat prostie! &lt;br /&gt;Ciudat, imperfectul se considera perfect, inteligentul crede intotdauna ca mai are ceva de lucrat la el..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut domni inteligenti. Cu minte ascutita, cu idei in minte. Liberi, fericiti, boemi. Am cunoscut doamne puternice, cultivate, cu aspiratii inalte.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut multa sensibilitate,altruism si gingasie. Acesti oameni au cunoscut sau vor cunoaste fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteligenta nu se naste " cu fundul pe scaun" cum mi-a spus acum cativa ani un  mult stimat domn profesor. Asa se naste cultura, cel mult o buna cultura generala. Inteligenta nu se naste, e innascuta. Deseori vedem la scoala, sau la munca o persoana...pe care o consideram "spirt", inteligenta..si nu pentru ca a citit nu stiu cate carti, ci pentru  ca a venit cu o idee, pentru ca ARE o idee. Asta e inteligenta. &lt;br /&gt;Te nasti si mori inteligent, te nasti prost si mori la fel de prost...cel mult poti muri un om cultivat, citit, cu multe cunostinte in  multe domenii, dar tot prost. Asta e natura genetica. Degeaba ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si prostii de cele mai multe ori sufera...sufera de ei...de plinatatea lor. Si incearca sa-i desfiinteze pe cei inteligenti. &lt;br /&gt;Si din inteligenta, cei inteligenti ii lasa pe prosti sa creada ca au castigat. Sau chiar ii lasa sa castige. Ca sa fie  macar o data in viata si prostul fericit. &lt;br /&gt;Ca oamenii inteligenti sunt toleranti,altruisti, care dau o sansa celui de alaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un vis sau e realitate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-9075744742533756291?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/9075744742533756291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=9075744742533756291' title='15 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/9075744742533756291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/9075744742533756291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/10/oameni-inteligenti.html' title='Oameni inteligenti'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SPKBasC7IoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fvxsuQnyug4/s72-c/DSC02527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-4094735519758556747</id><published>2008-10-08T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:36:37.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geniu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>Despre mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl31-KSiLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PBsxo3XSO4o/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/SRl31-KSiLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PBsxo3XSO4o/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267373008289433778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sa renunt la acest magazin de vise.....ca visele duc spre irealitati; si cand iti dai seama ca plutesti in irealitate...doare. Am vrut sa renunt la magazin de vise si sa creez un magazin de realitati. Dar visele sunt mai frumoase decat realitatea...Bine te-am gasit draga magazin de vise! Ca unde visezi, creezi. Si unde creezi, ceva nou se intampla....si daca e nou, atrage curiozitatea. Si daca atrage curiozitatea, inseamna ca e un lucru bun. Si lucrurile bune se rasplatesc. Recompensa e atat de mare: multa fericire, satisfactie, pofta de viata si de mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre mine nu stiu sa spun prea multe. De fiecare data cand trebuie sa fac o prezentare ma balbai de mama focului..ca adica ce sa le spun celorlalti? Ca am terminat facultatea? Pai se vor auzi voci care o sa ma intrebe de ce ma laud. Ca imi place singurateatea? Nu o sa ma creada nimeni. Ca cel mai bun prieten al meu sunt eu? Multi vor spune: hahaha. Ca de fapt sunt o fata simpla ce-si doreste liniste si fericire....nu e nimeni castigat sa stie asta. Asa ca ...nu o sa vorbesc  depre mine prea mult. As vorbi dar nu prea stiu cum, pe bune. Si nu vreau iarasi sa ma balbai si sa zic :" Nu stiu ce Dumnezeu se intampla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit ca multa lume te intreaba cate ceva despre un anumit lucru, insa de fapt nu si-ar fi dorit sa auda acel lucru. Daca-l zici, risti sa aduni repulsie. Da, repulsie. Ca X te intreaba ce facultate ai terminat si tu daca ii spui ca ai terminat trei si pe care dintre ele sa i-o zici, o sa i se ridice parul din cap....Si tu, suflet de copil, o sa suferi. Asa ca...fie ca esti intrebat ..mai bine taci...ca tacerea e de aur, cum bine zice proverbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si eu am vise. De fapt, traiesc visand aproape tot timpul. Si in visele mele ma intreb, ma revolt, ma indoiesc de ce vad....ca indoiala a nascut stiinta. Si visele mele nu sunt perfecte, ca apar din cand in cand actori pe care nu-i doresc sau situatii neprevazute....si-mi strica mie povestea. Dar  ce bine ca e doar un vis....si ca il pot relua. In visele mele o pot lua de la capat de cate ori vreau eu. Si pot. Fiindca stiu ce vreau. Tot timpul..desi uneori mai ezit...asa , de ochii lumii:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca orgoliul e arma prostilor. Ca ei, daca nu pot face fata anumitor situatii, prefera sa dea vina pe orgoliu, ca adica orgoliul nu le-a permis sa faca una sau alta. Cred ca invidia e scutul oamenilor slabi. Ca omul puternic spune " bravo lui, frumos..o sa fac si eu, daca nu mai mult, poate macar la fel". Dar nu, invidiosul, fiindca el nu poate sa faca nimic...iti gaseste nod in papura, chiar daca nu are vreo legatura directa cu tine. Comenteaza, inventeaza, adauga,...ce sa faca el altceva...ca doar nu are nimic de facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am intalnit oameni puternici. Oameni care nu aveau nevoie sa-si arate puterea ca sa fie credibili. Oameni  care reuseau sa te convinga prin doua cuvinte sau cu un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut oameni suferinzi, complexati. Acestia...dominati de altii mai mari sau de altii in alte vremuri, simteau nevoia sa domine pe cei ce  aveu mai putina putere decat ei.  Directorii tipa la subalterni, profesorii la elevi, agentii de paza si secretarele se simt mai importanti decat Presedintele, si cate si mai cate. Sunt convinsa ca v-ati  intalnit cu oameni din acestia. Cand ii vedeti, zambiti-le, sufera saracii. Aveti mila de ei, tolerati-i, poate vor trece si de etapa aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am avut de-a face cu multe persoane severe, dure si carora le mergea vestea de "rai".&lt;br /&gt;Cunoscandu-le, nu mica mi-a fost mirarea sa aflu ca de exemplu, "spaima liceului" e de fapt un om foarte sensibil si emotiv. Asa sunt toti. Ce mai sensibili sunt si cei mai duri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-4094735519758556747?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/4094735519758556747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=4094735519758556747' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4094735519758556747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/4094735519758556747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2008/10/despre-mine.html' title='Despre mine'/><author><name>Victoria 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2540861808736980551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/2540861808736980551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_1096.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-8041588354061852298</id><published>2007-11-09T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:39.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mangalia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 mai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medalii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diploma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Marea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzThm9WRFsI/AAAAAAAAABY/TwoKDBHnYc4/s1600-h/IMAG0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130973934901073602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzThm9WRFsI/AAAAAAAAABY/TwoKDBHnYc4/s320/IMAG0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marea......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand ma gandesc la mare imi vin o multime de lucruri in minte. Vacanta, scoala de vara ( sau mai bine zis ,scolile..),unchiul din Mangalia, valuri, soare, ploaie (asta fiindca am tot prins zile ploioase), prieteni. Ma gandesc la tine cand ma gandesc la mare, stii? Si stii ce imi amintesc?&lt;br /&gt;Scoica. Scoica aceea alba pe care mi-ai dat-o. Si 1 Mai.....Nu am mai fost niciodata la mare de 1 Mai, stiai? Ce frumoasa e marea de primavara...Ce singura si linistita! Ce rece! terasa unde mancasem vara trecuta e acum goala. Ce straniu...mi-e frica de mare. Mi-e frica de apa...si totusi iubesc apa. Cine ma mai intelege pe mine... "Imagineaza-ti ca e miere de albine!"mi-ai spus atunci cand ma chinuiam sa invat de la tine inotul. Cum sa fie miere, cand eu vad prea bine ca e apa? E apa, da., mi-e frica de apa. E rece. E prea rece si eu nu intru!!!!Brrrr!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;marea.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;La mare am aflat ca-ti place Mircea Vintila. Mie nu-mi place, dar mint. Acum imi place . Imi plce fiindca iti place si tie. Si sa stii ca ai voce frumoasa. Chiar ai voce. Stii ce-mi amintesc? versurile....asa cum le cantai tu. "draga Miruna, iti spun printre soapte, imi place camasa ta de noapte..." si se sfarsea cu "amintire, nu? Pai da. Asa si este. O amintire. Minunata amintire. Daaaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si leaganul de la terasa de pe plaja. Priveam stelele leganandu-ma. Nu mai stiu unde e constelatia aceea ( nici nu mai stiu cum se numeste), dar fii sigur ca atunci eram foarte atenta la tot ce-mi spuneai. Si am inghetat de frig. Pana la 4 dimineata. In leagan, privind stelele. A doua zi nu mai aveam voce.....abia vorbeam la training. Chiar, mai stii ce pedeapsa am primit fiindca intarziasem? O, da! Nici nu mai vreau sa-mi amintesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In vara aceasta am fost cu sora mea la mare. Mergeam in fiecare seara cu picioarele prin apa si cantam. Sor'mea imi dadea note. Uneori mai canta si ea cu mine. Ne auzeau oamenii ceilalti . Sor'mea zice ca am mult tupeu ca sa cand asa...sa ma auda lumea de pe strada. Da' de unde? Sunt o emotiva, timida, nesigura, fara prea mult curaj. Sunt exact asa cum nu speram sa fiu.... Dar asta nu stie nimeni, deci PSSTT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marea....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calda si rece, grava si calma, cu valuri inspumate....ce frumoasa e marea...Ma atrage si imi este frica de ea in acelasi timp. E ca in dragoste, nu? Ba da..asa e... Adica iubesti, dar te temi ....nu ti s-a intamplat niciodata? Mie da. Tot timpul mi se intampla. Tu stii. Stii ca ma pricep la asta. Ca valurile marii sunt, nu-i asa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marea mi-a adus premii. Medalii. Diplome. Prieteni. Tu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marea mi-a adus vise. Valuri. Vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-8041588354061852298?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/8041588354061852298/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=8041588354061852298' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8041588354061852298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/8041588354061852298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2007/11/marea.html' title='Marea..'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzThm9WRFsI/AAAAAAAAABY/TwoKDBHnYc4/s72-c/IMAG0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162263163453790858.post-5309223238338484658</id><published>2007-11-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:39.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='providenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzTfx9WRFqI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Km5ZjxVJnk/s1600-h/Tablou1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130971924856379042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzTfx9WRFqI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Km5ZjxVJnk/s320/Tablou1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma gandesc la viata asta. E viata sau ce naiba este?&lt;br /&gt;Fac ce fac in fiecare zi si ma intreb: oare fac asta fiindca asa trebuia sa fie, sau fiindca ma las pur si simplu dusa de val? Val?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Val sa fie? si ce mai val......Ma intreb, oare daca nu faceam asa...daca inversam un pic lucrurile , tot la fel era?&lt;br /&gt;Sigur, asta este SINGURA viata constienta..... si ma intreb, daca-i asa, oare fac ce trebuie sa fac?&lt;br /&gt;Oare sunt fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi sa inversez umpic lucrurile.....Ce-ar iesi?&lt;br /&gt;M?&lt;br /&gt;Habar nu am. Pot sa imi imaginez. Si daca imi imaginez....nu mai termin. E bine sa imi imaginez?&lt;br /&gt;E bine sa visez?&lt;br /&gt;pai..da.&lt;br /&gt;Din 100 de vise macar unul da ca-l indeplinesc, tot e bine. Asta o spune optimistul. Dar eu sunt mai degraba pesimista decat optimista. Deci, e bine sa visezi?&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb ce fac aia care nu au vise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca as face un magazin de vise! aici! acum!vise de tot felul. Vise despre tine, vise despre mine, vise...Daca as face magazin de vise si le-as pune pe rafturi, ca la magazin, si le-as vinde, ca pe orice produs, ai veni sa cumperi?&lt;br /&gt;Ai venit....&lt;br /&gt;Esti aici.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intrebi ce fel de vise am.&lt;br /&gt;Pai.....&lt;br /&gt;De toate: vise cu ciocolata, vise cu alei intunecate si copaci infrigurati in parcuri. Visul acela de pe banca din fata Operei. Il mai stii?&lt;br /&gt;Da. Erai pe banca. Trebuie sa-ti amintesti.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ai amintit, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;Stiam eu:)&lt;br /&gt;A....uite un vis mai nou. Asta e inca neterminat. E visul ala care incepea intr-un oras gri....Acum il mai vezi gri?&lt;br /&gt;Atunci eu il vedeam verde, acum il vad si eu gri....&lt;br /&gt;A, il vrei pe asta?&lt;br /&gt;Poftim.&lt;br /&gt;Nu costa nimic. E magazin de vise. Toate pe gratis. Ar fi culmea sa coste si visele. Mai ramane aerul nevandut. Oare?&lt;br /&gt;Ai dreptate. Si aerul se vinde. Si daca se vinde, se si cumpara. Ai dreptate. Numai eu vad lumea asa..frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Stii? astazi am vazut o frunza. Era cazuta pe jos. Si ploua afara. Si avea culoarea ....mai stii cand eram in clasa a V a si am pictat o frunza pentru expozitia de toaman? Asa era. Ca frunza aceea.....&lt;br /&gt;Maine am cursuri de la 8. Ia-ti visul si pleaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162263163453790858-5309223238338484658?l=magazindevise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/feeds/5309223238338484658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162263163453790858&amp;postID=5309223238338484658' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5309223238338484658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162263163453790858/posts/default/5309223238338484658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazindevise.blogspot.com/2007/11/abstract.html' title='abstract'/><author><name>Victoria Baltag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833941781996404528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/STwOvFakD3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CbAoQ40NMGA/S220/Recovered_JPEG+Digital+Camera_241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH7VZrwU13M/RzTfx9WRFqI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Km5ZjxVJnk/s72-c/Tablou1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
