<?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-1259940336884977279</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:28:19.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>INeedADream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5898292226703912723</id><published>2011-12-02T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:26:39.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Mai ai de gand sa numeri de multe ori corzile chitarii aleia?&lt;br /&gt;-Daca pentru tine a canta=a numara corzile chitarii, atunci da.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine, bine...aceiasi placa de nu mai stiu cati ani. Daca la 14 ani treceam cu vederea, ei bine, acum nu mai trec. Mi-as dori sa te vad si pe tine facand lucruri mai constructive.&lt;br /&gt;-Cum ar fi?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai stiu si eu...de exemplu iesi si tu cu o fata la film, nu mai pierde vremea. Ai 20 si ceva de ani.&lt;br /&gt;-Bla, bla, bla...ce plictisitor. Un cliseu: "vrei sa iesi cu mine la film in seara asta?" La sfarsit ne sarutam ca asa ne-au invatat filmele si totul e roz. Te rog mama...&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci fa altceva..mai putin plictisitor, dar numai sa nu te mai vad zdrancanind la chitara aia.&lt;br /&gt;-De parca ai si avea cu cine. Parca esti oarba pe cuvant...n-ai vazut si tu cum sunt toate fetele astea..care mai de care sa-ti faca pe plac, sa iasa in evidenta..nu le suport. N-au pic de personalitate. Mai bine numar corzile chitarii decat sa pierd vremea cu o pupaza din aia.&lt;br /&gt;-Silviu, mama, ma ingrijorezi. Ce e cu atitudinea asta?&lt;br /&gt;-Hai mama, gata. De ajuns pentru ziua de azi. Te anunt eu cand gasesc pe cineva care sa merite sa las chitara asta. De fapt nu cand o sa gasesc, ca n-am de gand sa caut. Cand o sa apara cineva care sa ma faca sa ma opresc "din numarat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Care cercei crezi ca sunt mai potriviti? Astia? Sau astia?&lt;br /&gt;-Oricare. Stii ca cerceii sunt mai mult domeniul tau.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma rog. Mai bine sa-ti povestesc de A. Astazi i-am zis ca e nepoliticos. Daca vedeai ce fata a pus. -Oare o sa incetezi vreodata cu rautatile astea?&lt;br /&gt;-Ei bine, s-ar putea. Dar stii cand? Atunci cand o sa gasesc pe cineva sa-mi raspunda. Stii ca nu-mi place sa perii oamenii si sa le spun ce vor ei sa auda.&lt;br /&gt;-Sa inteleg ca printul nu trebuie sa se lase intimidat de tine daca vrea sa aiba vreo sansa?&lt;br /&gt;-Exact. De aia sunt toti atat de plictisiti. Au grija sa isi spuna doar ce vor sa auda unul de la altul si uite asa apare monotonia. Stii ce-mi doresc? O iubire asa focoasa care sa ma scoata din minti si nici sa n-am timp sa-ti povestesc despre ea. Vreau fluturi darling, multi fluturi si nebunie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decembrie. Frig. El fumeaza nepasator in drum spre facultate. Ea nu mai stie cum sa-si incalzeasca mainile si sa ajung mai repede. Visatori. Indiferenti. Iubire. Iubire. Iubire. Toate panourile publicitare vand iubire. Nimeni nu o cumpara. Cheltuielile cu publicitatea au crescut prea mult pretul. El se gandeste ca mai bine ar fi ramas acasa sa se uite la Copiii de la 402, ea nu stie cum sa ajunga mai repede la etajul 6 pentru cursul de conta. Gandurile zboara, zboara...uneori mai sus, alteori mai jos. Fiecaruia ii lipseste ceva...poate exact celalalt sau cine stie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.30 Piata Romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietena ei: Mergi acasa?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu, ma duc sa-mi caut o esarfa si niste manusi.&lt;br /&gt;Prietena ei: Scuze, dar am o programare si nu pot sa vin cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu-i nimic. Ma descurc. Ne vedem acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.30 Universitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: Sa-mi bag picioarele. Maine e ziua lu mama si nu i-am luat nimic. Chiar trebuie sa aterizez acum intr-un magazin plin de chestii ciudate pentru femei din care nu voi stii niciodata ce sa aleg? Trebuie. Trebuie. Sigur daca ii iau un cadou dragut scap vreo 2 saptamani de cicaleala cu fetele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea proba o esarfa.&lt;br /&gt;El se apropie si zice: Nu te prinde culoarea asta foarte bine. Sunt sigur ca la ochii astia verzi ar merge perfect asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ea(putin irascibila, desi ii cam batea inima): Sincer, nu cred ca te priveste pe tine ce esarfa imi cumpar. Ai putea sa-ti vezi de treburile tale.&lt;br /&gt;El(enervant de calm si zambind): Uite facem un targ si te las in pace. O probezi pe asta pe care ti-am dat-o si daca nu iti place promit ca plec.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Fii sigur ca o probez doar ca sa dispari o data. Cum isi baga unii oameni nasul unde nu-i priveste.&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce ea proba esarfa el ii zice:&lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa recunosc ca te pricepi la cercei.&lt;br /&gt;Ea:Tu chiar nu poti sa te abtii.&lt;br /&gt;El: Tu esti vreodata draguta cu cei din jur?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Da, cu cei care nu intra cu buldozerul in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;El: Doamne, stiam eu ca fetele irascibile sunt adorabile.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Esti nebun?&lt;br /&gt;El: Inca nu, dar nu promit nimic pentru viitor.&lt;br /&gt;Ea se indreapta spre casa cu esarfa data de el pentru a o plati.&lt;br /&gt;El: Ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: O cumpar.&lt;br /&gt;El: Pai cum asa? Iti place?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Da, trebuie sa recunosc ca e frumoasa. Dar asta nu inseamna ca noi doi mai avem ceva de vorbit. Multumesc pentru sugestie si la revedere.&lt;br /&gt;El: Stiam eu. Stii ceva? Imi place de tine. Daca erai orgolioasa nu o luai. Cel putin nu de fata cu mine. Felicitari pentru caracter.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Bla, bla, bla.&lt;br /&gt;El: Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Poftim?&lt;br /&gt;El: Ochii tai imi zic ca da.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Doar pentru ca ai avut curajul sa-mi zici ca nu-mi sta bine cu prima esarfa.&lt;br /&gt;El: Cred ca noi doi ne vomi iubi cel putin atat de mult pe cat ne certam.&lt;br /&gt;Ea a inceput sa rada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5898292226703912723?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5898292226703912723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5898292226703912723' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5898292226703912723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5898292226703912723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2011/09/mai-ai-de-gand-sa-numeri-de-multe-ori.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8111917991211876270</id><published>2011-11-18T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:40:24.928+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ochii tai sunt liniute incrucisate care cauta permanent modalitati sa-si uneasca destinul cu bratara mea de la mana stanga. Ciudat e faptul ca bratara mea nu gaseste nici macar un lucru atractiv in tot acest joc al tau care e mai mult decat pueril. Cand si-a impletit culorile si si-a strans sufletul in forma de nod ca sa nu poata nimeni patrunde, a promis totodata ca alesul va fi cel care va reusi prin imbratisarea lui sa-i cuprinde toate firicele, indiferent cat de mici ar fi. Asa ca ochii tai nu vor reusi nicicand sa o impresioneze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca crezi ca urechile mele vor fi cumva induiosate de acel "te iubesc" sau "esti speciala" pe care buzele tale nu inceteaza sa le spuna, fiind mai mult ca sigure ca vor castiga, tin sa te anunt ca nu urechile sunt cele insarcinate cu receptionarea lucrurilor speciale din viata mea. Poate te roade curiozitatea cine..ei bine...e vorba de fruntea mea. Ti-am zis pentru ca oricum habar nu ai cum sa-i faci pe plac.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-am auzit adesea spunandu-mi dimineata cand ne intalneam: "ce par minunat ai!Niciodata nu mi-as permite sa-i fac vreun rau!" Ei bine, tin sa te anunt ca parul meu nu iubeste nimic mai mult decat sa fie ciufulit si "mangaiat" in toate felurile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vei intelege vreodata ca nu e nevoie sa muti muntii din loc? Niciodata nu am inteles de ce toti oamenii vor munti, dar poate imi explici tu. Sau mai bine nu...nici macar nu ma intereseaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ieri cand te-am intrebat ce-ti place tie cel mai mult, ai amutit. De parca te-am intrebat nu stiu ce formula de matematica dintr-a 8-a si ti-era rusine ca nu o mai stii. Puteai sa-mi raspunzi orice tampenie din lume...dar nu. Tu ai preferat sa taci, de parca nu iti placea nimic. Stii ce-mi place mie cel mai mult? Ca oamenii din jurul meu sa fie sinceri, iar tu nu ai fost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In loc sa-mi spui ca ma iubesti, as prefera sa-mi spui ca ti-a fost dor de mine, iar in loc sa ma saruti cand ne intalnim as vrea sa ma imbratisezi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.: Cauta-ma cand vei invata sa impresionezi bratari:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8111917991211876270?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8111917991211876270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8111917991211876270' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8111917991211876270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8111917991211876270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2011/11/ochii-tai-sunt-liniute-incrucisate-care.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8317806222140928858</id><published>2011-07-01T23:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:21:13.867+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneori se strecoara in sufletul tau asa cate o chestie mica si nesemnificativa care creste din ce in ce mai mare fara ca tu sa o hranesti neaparat sau sa o incurajezi. La inceput o ignori, apoi te intrebi "ce ar fi daca...?", mai apoi iti trec prin minte fugitiv eventuale riscuri si ai indoieli, le inlaturi repede, incepi sa-ti faci planuri, decizi ca mai bine ai pune in practica ce gandesti si vezi tu ce se intampla, parca totusi te-ai razgandi..sau mai bine nu...dar daca...si totusi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si eu in sufletul cui dorm in seara asta?" Cam acesta este rezultatul unei asemenea mici lupte interioare pe care ea le are uneori sau deseori:) Raspunsul? "In al meu." Si atunci inima incepe sa bata...pentru ca parca se astepta la un refuz. Si acum ce face? Mainile tasteaza automat: "Prin telepatie?" Inima nu mai are timp sa bata din nou ca vine raspunsul: "Arunca-mi cheile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce a simtit in tot acest timp scurs de la primirea mesajului pana la aruncarea cheilor, respectiv pana auzitul usii care se deschide? Emotie? Teama? Bucurie? Greu de spus...stia doar ca va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum sa vedem cum inevitabil jucam teatru si ne cream contexte...ne mintim ca sa avem timp sa imbracam totul asa cum vrem noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Uite, poti sa dormi in patul de acolo...e liber.&lt;br /&gt;El se instaleaza linistit in patul indicat de ea ca si cum era natural sa doarma in paturi separate. Trecusera 6 luni...in care inimile lor batusera separat. Ce cautau acolo? Greu de spus...uneori facem si lucruri fara sens. Au inceput sa vorbeasca despre tot feluri de lucruri pe care poate doar unul altuia si le pot spune...un limbaj propriu sa zicem...e senzatia aia cand poti sa-i vorbesti cuiva despre orice iti trece prin cap...lor le placea sa spuna ca gandesc cu voce tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: Sa o sun pe colega ta sa o intreb daca pot sa dorm in patul ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Ai innebunit? E ora 2. Plus ca n-ai numarul ei.&lt;br /&gt;El: Il am.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Mincinosule.&lt;br /&gt;El formeaza un numar si se preface ca vorbeste cu cineva.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Iti da voie?&lt;br /&gt;El: Da, da..a zis ca nu are nicio problema.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Arata-mi ca ai sunat-o&lt;br /&gt;El: N-am papuci sa vin.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Iti arunc eu.&lt;br /&gt;Ea ii arunca papucii ei langa pat si urmeaza o adevarata scena de gradinita in urma careia el se intoarce in patul lui. Ea se preface ca doarme. El incepe sa o atace cu diverse discutii. Incep sa se bata cu perne. El ii opreste perna la el.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Pot sa dorm si fara perna.&lt;br /&gt;El: Dar nu atat de bine cum ai dormi cu perna.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Pai atunci da-mi-o inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;El: M-am lipit de ea. Nu mai pot sa ti-o dau.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Vino si tu cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;El: Pai si tot n-ai avea pe ce sa dormi.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Pai tu pe perna si eu in sufletul tau.&lt;br /&gt;El: Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Cu perna lipita de fata, ca sa fie teatrul cat mai credibil(greu de spus pt cine deoarece nu aveau spectatori) el se duce si se aseaza langa ea in pat. Ea ii face loc. Nu se atingeau. Vorbeau despre tot felul de prostii, ca si cum niciunul nu ar fi realizat de fapt ce se intampla acolo. Au ramas privindu-se...vorbele au intrat in concediu de odihna sau mai bine fara plata ca au plecat asa dintr-o data fara sa anunte. El s-a intors spre ea si a luat-o in brate. Probabil nu uitase ca asta e lucru care ii place cel mai mult. Ea s-a asezat cu capul pe pieptul lui si ii era frica sa mai si respire. Nici nu-si daduse seama cat de dor ii fusese...au stat asa mult timp...poate o ora..poate doua...cine mai stie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Stii ce fac eu acum?&lt;br /&gt;El: Imi asculti inima cum bate.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: De ce ai ghicit?&lt;br /&gt;El: Pentru ca imi spuneai de fiecare data: Inima ta bate parca prea tare. O fi in regula?" sau "de ce respiri asa greu? Esti bine?" Esti o fricoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu e adevarat. Stii ce ma bucura?&lt;br /&gt;El: hmmm..nu.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Ca inima iti bate la fel:)&lt;br /&gt;El zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Sa stii ca mi-a fost dor. La tine in brate e cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;El o mangaie usor pe par, iar asta o face sa se simta in siguranta. Stia ca se va termina, ca maine vor fi la fel: prieteni...stia ca risca ca inima ei sa o ia razna, dar nu-i pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A adormit asa...ca si cum nu ar fi avut nicio grija si ca si cum totul ar fi fost extrem de simplu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8317806222140928858?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8317806222140928858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8317806222140928858' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8317806222140928858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8317806222140928858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2011/07/uneori-se-strecoara-in-sufletul-tau-asa.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5062884213961604439</id><published>2011-03-20T12:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:03:08.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ti-ai simtit vreodata sufletul ghemotoc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pline cu dorinte.&lt;br /&gt;Crezi in destin?&lt;br /&gt;Doar cand vad stele cazatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Esti trista?&lt;br /&gt;Zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;De ce iti rozi unghiile?&lt;br /&gt;Pe balcon e frig.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-e dor?&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit.&lt;br /&gt;E greu?&lt;br /&gt;Nimic special.&lt;br /&gt;Care e cel mai frumos lucru pe care ti-l amintesti?&lt;br /&gt;Cum ma simteam cand ma lua in brate.&lt;br /&gt;De ce ai senzatia ca ai uitat usa descuiata?&lt;br /&gt;Nu dorm bine.&lt;br /&gt;Tremuri?&lt;br /&gt;Ti se pare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5449266647374027405?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5449266647374027405/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QStpTLgkgEQ/TWUgfHIsWsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/S4FsZ-b2l5w/s1600/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QStpTLgkgEQ/TWUgfHIsWsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/S4FsZ-b2l5w/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576899432431770306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Respir mirosul de ghiocei care mi-au umplut inima de bucurie:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Va multumesc din suflet Alexandra si Diana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;De&lt;/span&gt;si nu am planuri mari de viitor stiu ca oricare va fii  cursul pe care il voi urma sunt persoane care tin cu adevart la mine si  asta mi se pare cel mai important. Va imbratisez&gt;:D&lt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;desi&gt; &lt;/desi&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3479206572872394798?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3479206572872394798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=3479206572872394798' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3479206572872394798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3479206572872394798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2011/02/cum-respir-la-20.html' title='Cum respir la 20'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX9vKqJuP08/TWUgl-gO1dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/87klilIBz-c/s72-c/DSCN0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4346828113776625317</id><published>2011-01-17T00:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:50:48.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atat</title><content type='html'>Si poate ca dupa asta ai inteles si iti vei gasi in sfarsit mandria pe care s-o fi pus praful probabil. Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4346828113776625317?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4346828113776625317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4346828113776625317' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4346828113776625317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4346828113776625317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2011/01/atat.html' title='Atat'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1559794265943077475</id><published>2011-01-15T10:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:33:09.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dimineata cu zambet...tot ce era disperant e acum liniste. desi sunt ca un grafic cu multe urcusuri si coborasuri e mai ok decat o linie perfect dreapta. si nu-mi plac oamenii fricosi. si probabil intr-o zi vei aparea vulcanic si-mi vei alimenta nebuniile...un oarecare "tu"...care poti deveni "cineva" sau poti ramane un "oarecare". si vei face parte din nebunia mea..si eu dintr-a ta. si atat...pentru ca vor fi multe filtre invizibile pe care le vei trece imediat daca vei avea grija ca zambetul meu din fiecare dimineata sa fie cel mai sincer, sau te vei impotmoli foarte des daca imi vei gadila indoieli. si de fapt ati trai viata nu inseamna sa te bucuri de lucruri pe care le poti obtine usor, sa fii comod si sa nu-ti asumi riscuri sau reponsabilitati.  nu inseamna ca atunci cand esti invitat sa-ti bei ceaiul de dimineata la 2000m deasupra marii sa spui nu. acum imi dau seama.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGU_4-5RaxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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://www.youtube.com/v/WGU_4-5RaxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-3717890389618890120</id><published>2010-12-20T13:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:27:48.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>disperant</title><content type='html'>Uneori e ca un  gol plin cu nimic...alteori e totul. e disperant...neclar...sau doar mi-e frica. e dimineata mult prea des si mult prea putine sentimente. e dor presarat cu indiferenta. e nebunie si inconstienta. acum e copilareala si peste 2 minute e dorinta. sunt bariere care scartaie prea rau daca sunt fortate. e o melodie ce se repeta la infinit si incepe cu "good morning". e abandon si e bine. e ca un  dans fara muzica. e mult control ce pare a fi incontrolabil. sunt legaturi si nebunie.sunt cearsafuri adormite.e multa pofta si prea putina hrana.e granita dintre ratiune si simtire.e prea mult din noi.e rasfat.tac.e din nou disperant.si atunci ma transform in copil.si te dezarmez.si te abtii.si nu doar tie ti-e greu.ma ascund prin mine si te las sa te intrebi.e chinuitor.ma strigi.nu-ti raspund.ma strigi din nou, iar eu doar savurez sunetul numelui meu pe buzele tale.raman copil si ma ghemuiesc la tine in brate sa dorm.esti zapacit, dar ma mangai sa adorm.e pofta stinsa de inocenta.intr-un fel e fericire.si mult mister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3717890389618890120?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3717890389618890120/comments/default' 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stupizi...calculator...papusaChucky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pix rosu...orga...gluga...poze...pamatuf...facebook...hi5...trandafir negru...cos de gunoi...mr proper...cosciug...teapan...flexibil...portocala..prietenie...clor..adidas..camasa..palta..dantela..mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ulei..sampon...bec...caiet...hartieigienica...masca...sertar...cafea...carnati...orgasm...foita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;marijuana...limba...randament..bau...porno...vlad...saisnoua...scaun...film...frigider..investitie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bani..ghiozdan..aur..dolar...femei...ratb...dey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6879561360899502822</id><published>2010-09-15T22:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:49:04.472+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/SweetRomance/ea5eb7b5209736.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=SweetRomance&amp;amp;hash=ea5eb7b5209736&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/SweetRomance/ea5eb7b5209736.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=SweetRomance&amp;amp;hash=ea5eb7b5209736&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guns n Roses - Knocking on the heavens doors&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6879561360899502822?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6879561360899502822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6879561360899502822' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6879561360899502822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6879561360899502822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/09/guns-n-roses-knocking-on-heavens-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7595002473158342437</id><published>2010-07-16T09:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:59:49.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Leapsa de la Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; si o ocazie buna sa mai rasfoiesc paginile blogului:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2008/10/cutia-cu-cercei.html"&gt; Cutia cu cercei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-tigara-2-31010010530.html"&gt;1 tigara, 2,3.....10...100...10...5...3..0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/lumina-neuniforma-unei-lumanari-in-care.html"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanatorul-de-zmeie.html"&gt;Vanatorul de zmeie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/11/domnisoara-si-domnisorul-pinguin.html"&gt;Domnisorul si domnisoara pinguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7595002473158342437?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7595002473158342437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7595002473158342437' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7595002473158342437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7595002473158342437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-963711002322161189</id><published>2010-06-19T21:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:51:52.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea de ieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vrei sa ne prindem iubirea cu o agrafa de birou?:) Ti-e frica nu? Stii...am vazut atatea iubiri cusute cu ata...lumea spune ca sunt mai trainice, dar spune si tu...chiar are rost sa ne ranim reciproc la despartire? Suntem amandoi constienti ca nu o sa stam sa descoasem frumos acea ata...agrafa de birou se va desface singura la cel mai mic dezechilibru. Probabil te intrebi  ce se va intampla daca acel dezechilibru e trecator? Ei bine, eu am cumparat o cutie intreaga de agrafe de birou si putem sa ne legam iubirea la loc. Insa asta nu merge mult..deja dupa vreo 3 prinderi diferite, agrafa nu va mai sta la fel de strans...asa ca provocarea mea e alta. Mergem acum amandoi cu aceasta cutie cu 100 de agrafe si ne jucam cu ele pana rupem 98 dintre ele...oprim doar doua pentru a ne prinde iubirea...oamenii se ranesc pentru ca stiu ca le e greu sa se desparta, stiu ca vor primi o a doua sansa, o a treia, o infinitate de sanse...dar oare ideea nu e sa incercam sa ne facem fericiti mereu? Pun pariu ca agrafa va fi de o mie de ori mai trainica decat toate atele din lume. Deci...vrei sa ne prindem iubirea cu o agrafa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-963711002322161189?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/963711002322161189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=963711002322161189' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/963711002322161189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/963711002322161189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubirea-de-ieri.html' title='Iubirea de ieri'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4624197310229930219</id><published>2010-04-13T20:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:36:39.629+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1:1000000=1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Te-ai gandit vreodata care ar fi persoana cu care ti-ai dori sa clipesti in acelasi timp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Ce conteaza, din moment ce oricum clipesc in acelasi timp cu alte milioane de persoane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Daca faci un lucru cu milioane de oameni, asta nu inseamna ca nu mai poate fii special atunci cand il faci cu o anumita persoana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Nu inteleg unde vrei sa ajungi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Nicaieri...e ca si cum ti-ar placea 10 feluri de ciocolata, dar cand mananci una anume te simti mai special, e ca si cum pe parcursul unei zile iti plac 100 de zambete, dar doar unuia simti nevoia sa-i spui ca e frumos, e ca si cum acum vorbesti cu mine, chiar daca ai putea sa vorbesti cu alte cateva milioane de oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: E ca si cum imi doresc sa am o persoana anume pe care sa o iubesc, in loc sa-mi impart dragostea in milioane de bucati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4624197310229930219?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4624197310229930219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4624197310229930219' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4624197310229930219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4624197310229930219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/04/110000001.html' title='1:1000000=1'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2216784293407365439</id><published>2010-03-28T17:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:54:10.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ar trebui sa se puna un gratar la intrarea in orice suflet ca sa nu se bage nimeni in el cu cutitul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un sfert din viata il pierdem facand legaturi. Tot felul de legaturi intre idei, intre fluturi, intre fluturi si praf. Totul curge asa de repede, si noi tot mai facem legaturi intre subiect si predicat. Trebuie sa-i dam drumul vietii, asa cum ne vine exact, sa nu mai incercam sa facem legaturi care nu tin. De cand spun cuvinte fara sir, simt ca-mi recuperez ani frumosi din viata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   "Iona" -  Marin Sorescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2216784293407365439?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2216784293407365439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2216784293407365439' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2216784293407365439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2216784293407365439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/03/ar-trebui-sa-se-puna-un-gratar-la.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8786247787378689778</id><published>2010-03-23T20:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:39:06.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzi si Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aceleasi treceri de pietoni in fiecare dimineata tarzie...aceiasi tenesi adormiti...acelasi zambet...aceiasi mana...El, somnoros, ar fi preferat sa ia taxiul, ea, visatoare ar mai fi ocolit cateva strazi, cu gandurile aiurea...insa niciunul nu a renuntat la strada monotona, care desi ii duce in directii opuse, ii face sa se intalneasca pentru cateva secunde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiurea, stupid, neinteresant...nici inghetata cu caramel nu mai e la fel de buna...ei ii e pofta de mare...lui de hamac...lor de un hamac pe plaja...ea uita mai mereu sa-si faca sandvis, el e mai norocos, i-l face mami:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tu te-ai gandit vreodata sa le pui nume tenesilor tai? il intreaba ea intr-o dimineata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu, raspunde el. Tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu pana in dimineata asta. Mi-ar placea sa-i cheme ca pe ai tai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El zambeste. Se departase prea mult sa-i mai raspunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In ora de chimie el isi priveste tenesii si se gandeste involuntar la un nume. Cand ajunge acasa o roaga pe mama lui sa ii faca 2 sandvisuri pentru a doua zi si zambeste. O pupa fugitiv pe obrazul stang si dispare in camera sa, fara ca aceasta sa mai apuce sa-l intrebe motivul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A doua zi se intalnesc din nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Suzi si Ben, zice el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea il priveste mirata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tenesii nostrii...pe unul sa il cheme Suzi si pe celalalt Ben. Poti sa le pui si tu numele la fel daca vrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Aaa... ai tinut minte sa le gasesti  nume (zambeste). Nu m-am gandit niciodata ca un tenes de-al meu este fata, iar celalalt baiat, zice ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mi se pare ca e mai interesant asa. Posibil sa aiba si ei povestea lor, zice el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Da..imi si imaginez cum Suz a mea se cearta cu Ben al meu deoarece ea se uita dimineata dupa Ben al tau, iar el dupa Suz a ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El rade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Te pricepi la povesti. Apropo ai luat micul dejun in dimineata asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hmm..adevarul e ca nu prea il iau niciodata pentru ca imi e prea greu sa ma trezesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Te grabesti, o intreaba el? Cred ca a venit timpul sa iei primul mic dejun, care se afla chiar la mine in ghiozdan si este pregatit de mama mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Cred ca pot sa intarzi putin, zice ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca sandvisurile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;au fost martore la multe inceputuri de povesti, nu stiu daca tenesii se iubesc sau daca au nume...nu stiu nici macar daca tine de curaj sa-ti exprimi sentimentele...cred insa ca a fi sincer si natural iti poate face o dimineata mai frumoasa si viata in general:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mergand pe strada&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;impartind amintiri&lt;/span&gt;...directii opuse&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tresarire&lt;/span&gt;...zambet...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;un azi mai frumos decat ieri&lt;/span&gt;...pasi liberi...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nu te voi uita&lt;/span&gt;...mana...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;libertate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tu si eu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesaj&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cer&lt;/span&gt;...cadere...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poate se numeste sentiment&lt;/span&gt;...regasire&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memorie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poveste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;niciodata&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erou...&lt;/span&gt;dans...&lt;br /&gt;never look back...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suflet...&lt;/span&gt;inapoi...ochi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prietenie...special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8786247787378689778?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8786247787378689778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8786247787378689778' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8786247787378689778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8786247787378689778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/suzi-si-ben.html' title='Suzi si Ben'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-204085790662520652</id><published>2010-03-03T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:00:36.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uT ucm ia vaer as ifu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aszita am veaprii cu chio cusirio ac is ucm un m-ia if zutva ciniotada. eT veprisc ep rifus cmu gitra mcola nid garati aia. eiV ceinta reoa ni revo dineamita as am pristive? uN gedeaba it-ma izs gerstran tuanic:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-204085790662520652?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/204085790662520652/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=204085790662520652' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/204085790662520652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/204085790662520652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/03/ut-ucm-ia-vaer-as-ifu.html' title='uT ucm ia vaer as ifu?'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6034283523954618602</id><published>2010-02-28T18:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:14:39.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufla-mi bucurie peste martisor si roteste-l doar  o data sa nu-mi sugrumi mana.  Priveste-ma adanc si numara-mi bataile inimii ce se reflecta in ochi...numara-mi pasii...invata sa tragi de sforile nebuniei mele. sufla-mi cu dor pe gene. imbratiseaza-mi dorinta. viseaza-mi atingerea.iubeste-mi copilaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eu iti voi mangaia teama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6034283523954618602?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6034283523954618602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6034283523954618602' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6034283523954618602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6034283523954618602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/sufla-mi-bucurie-peste-martisor-si.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7771487426676827330</id><published>2010-02-23T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:52:48.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma enerveaza cand momente cu adevarat speciale sunt bruiate, insa cred ca sta in capacitatea noastra de fiinte evoluate sa pastram doar lumina si zambetele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astazi am primit cana Milka pe care o consider deja parte din mine. Poate ca e ciudata atasarea de o cana, dar e speciala:) In ea a fost multa ciocolata Milka, care nu stiu prin ce minune a disparut repede. Oare pentru ca iubesc Milka?:) Alex cu Diana am considerat ca fluturii mei ar cam trebuie sa nu ma mai sufoce atat, asa ca acum o parte din ei i-am transferat la mana. Am putine emotii cu ei...pt ca atunci cand erau in stomac nu puteau fi vazuti, dar oare ce fac eu acum cand le-o veni cheful sa zboare la vederea vreunui bastinas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt mandra de DD ca mi-a ales punga de cadouri lila..asta demonstreaza ca este interesat de mine...ma intreb oare de ce nu s-a bagat cu totul in punga;))cred ca nu i-au incaput picioarele;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi-a hranit sufletul mesajul de la 12 fix...timpul a tinut cu mine si a venit exact la fix:) Ajuma din mine a tresarit de bucurie cand a vazut ca ajuma surioara a avut grija sa o faca sa zambeasca inca din primele secunde 19-ciene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multumesc din suflet celor doua necunoscute care au rasfatat-o pe fitoasa curajoasa:) O sa incerc sa-mi adun curajul si sa ma cert din cand in cand cu ajuma sensibiloasa din mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7771487426676827330?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7771487426676827330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7771487426676827330' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7771487426676827330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7771487426676827330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4458283912417091736</id><published>2010-02-22T20:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:17:18.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>19:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si maine mai adun 1 an la cei 18 pe care ii am deja:) Sper sa fie un an frumos in care sa fiu in primul rand sanatoasa. Vreau sa petrec cat mai mult timp alaturi de persoanele care imi sunt dragi, vreau sa intru la Ase si apoi sa evadam la mare, vreau sa zambesc mult...vreau sa iubesc...vreau sa merg la teatru...sa citesc multe carti...mai pe scurt vreau sa am o stare de bine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4458283912417091736?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4458283912417091736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4458283912417091736' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4458283912417091736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4458283912417091736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/19.html' title='19:)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4336391028188537946</id><published>2010-02-20T09:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:49:47.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimineata...cafea...soare...zambet...magicfm...dezordine...ghiocei proaspat culesi...prospetime....lenevit...stare de bine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S3-T3WIJYoI/AAAAAAAAASI/DrJ9Xz3CC7w/s1600-h/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S3-T3WIJYoI/AAAAAAAAASI/DrJ9Xz3CC7w/s320/DSCN0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229453928686210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4336391028188537946?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4336391028188537946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4336391028188537946' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4336391028188537946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4336391028188537946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/dimineata.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S3-T3WIJYoI/AAAAAAAAASI/DrJ9Xz3CC7w/s72-c/DSCN0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2851975684757272782</id><published>2010-02-13T09:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:57:36.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mi-a dat o leapsa si trebuie sa vorbesc despre minunata zodie a mea, Pesti. Tinand cont ca m-am nascut cu vreo 2 luni inainte de termen se pare ca mi-am dorit din tot suflet sa ma nasc in aceasta zodie. Nu pot sa inteleg de ce, pentru ca nu e chiar atat buna. Dar o sa incerc sa-i gasesc si lucrurile bune. Sa vedem ce spun astrele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ideograma semnului zodiacal sugereaza doi pesti tragand in directii opuse, simbolizand dualitatea semnului. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Adevarul e ca sunt doua forte in acest mine care tot trag in sensuri opuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Care dintre ele castiga? depinde...daca in trecut invingea deseori partea negativa, acum partea pozitiva s-a facut mare si nu-i mai da voie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Zodie         feminina de apa, &lt;/b&gt;predominant emotionala, psihica, guvernata de planeta         &lt;b&gt;NEPTUN&lt;/b&gt;, planeta care sporeste &lt;i&gt;imaginatia, intuitia, simtul premonitiei,         sensibilitatea, receptivitatea, dar si naivitatea, influentabilitatea,         nehotararea, obsesiile, lipsa de simt practic, maniile, depresiile,         idealismul. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acel simt al premonitiei este putin cu semnul intrebarii, in rest fie intr-un procent mai mic sau mai mare toate se regasesc in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nativul in &lt;b&gt;Pesti&lt;/b&gt; este impresionabil si compasiv, bland si amabil, visator si idealist. Cel nascut in &lt;b&gt;Pesti&lt;/b&gt; este prea sensibil la influentele si nevoile celorlalti, incat ar fi capabil de adevarate sacrificii pentru cei care ii&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cer ajutorul, exagerand chiar in aceasta privinta. Este omul care e capabil sa se dedice o viata binelui altuia fara sa il intereseze propria bunastare. Compasiunea sau afectiunea pentru ceilalti este fara limite la &lt;b&gt;Pesti&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acest lucru are avantajele sale, insa pana intr-un punct. In prezent e cam riscant sa pui binele altora inaintea binelui tau:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insa nu va imaginati ca un Peste face asta cu toata lumea...exista acolo o selectie si ar face orice doar pentru anumite persoane, chiar daca uneori timpul ii dovedeste ca persoanele respective nu erau cele potrivite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are o fire foarte schimbatoare, cu toane si capricii, cu mari modificari de dispozitii de la o clipa la alta, de aceea nu se poate baza nimeni pe el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Recunosc ca am toane si capricii, dar asta nu inseamna ca nimeni nu se poate baza pe mine...totusi:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pestele doreste sa fie mereu in preajma cuiva: partener de viata, familie, prieteni, pentru ca nu suporta singuratatea si simte in permanenta nevoia de a fi de ajutor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asta da:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poate avea talente deosebite in domeniul artelor (mai ales actorie) dar si in domenii ce necesita calitati de vindecator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu mi-am descoperit niciun talent pana acum:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Se poate rupe cu totul de realitate si sa traiasca intr-o lume utopica, fiind semnul cel mai visator dintre toate. Pentru ca e mereu cu gandul dus, traind intr.-o lume rupta de realitate, poate rata sanse importante in viata de zi cu zi si poate suferi mari deziluzii cand va intelege realitatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel mai visator..adevarat graieste acest site;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verbul caracteristic&lt;/span&gt;: a crede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este foarte curajos si îsi îndeplineste obligatiile cu constiinciozitate si la timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As avea eu multe de spus despre curajul asta, care m-a impins sa fac numia nebunii;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relatii între zodia Pesti si alte zodii&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatibilitate&lt;/strong&gt; generala &lt;strong&gt;foarte buna&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodiile: Rac, Scorpion-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de acord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatibilitate&lt;/strong&gt; generala &lt;strong&gt;redusa&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodiile: Gemeni, Fecioara, Sagetator-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contrazic; am exemple si de gemeni si de sagetatori cu care ma inteleg bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pe plan &lt;strong&gt;profesional&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodia: Sagetator-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu stiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pe plan &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodia: Gemeni-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de acord, nu stiam;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pe plan &lt;strong&gt;financiar&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodia: Berbec-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;financiar nu stiu, dar in rest pot sa spun ca aproape toti berbecii m-au dezamagit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cu exceptia faptului ca am avut colega de banca in 5-8 berbec;))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ideea e ca berbecii stiu sa profite de naivitatea pestilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pentru &lt;strong&gt;casatorie&lt;/strong&gt; si/sau &lt;strong&gt;parteneriate&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodia: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fecioara-interesant. Deci trebuie sa-mi caut un baiat Fecioara:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pentru proiecte de &lt;strong&gt;creatie&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodia: Rac-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sa experimentam in viitor probabil;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatibilitate foarte buna pe plan &lt;strong&gt;spiritual&lt;/strong&gt; cu zodiile: Scorpion, Varsator-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posibil, spiritul meu si al lui dd inca nu au facut cunostinta:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Acestea fiind spuse cam asta inseamna sa fii Pesti. Probabil acum toti care cititi si nu sunteti ii multumiti lui Dumnezeu ca sunteti alta zodie:)) Insa nu e chiar atat de rau pe cat pare, daca reusesti sa gasesti un echilibru si sa profiti de partile bune. Nu stiu la cine merge leapsa, asa ca oricine se poate servii:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2851975684757272782?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2851975684757272782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2851975684757272782' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2851975684757272782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2851975684757272782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/mara-mi-dat-o-leapsa-si-trebuie-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6898790605208543759</id><published>2010-02-12T13:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:39:52.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://cristinalilianadinu.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6898790605208543759?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6898790605208543759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6898790605208543759' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6898790605208543759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6898790605208543759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpcristinalilianadinu.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8906752710551358147</id><published>2010-02-11T19:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:05:04.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ti-e si cu florile astea</title><content type='html'>Si acum am sa va povestesc cea mai penibila faza care s-a intamplat vara trecuta si care demonstreaza cat de disperat si exagerat poate fi un om. Eram in tabara la munte si faceam o drumetie...cand vad o floare draguta la vreo 3-4 metrii de drum langa o stanca si ii zic in gluma unui baiat ca vreau si eu floarea aia. Si el se duce frumos si o culege si mi-o da. Toate bune si frumoase pana acum...dar gestul este observat de una dintre insotitoarele noastre, care nu il felicita pe baiat ca a facut un gest frumos asa cum va imaginati voi, ci ii spune ca este pedepsit si ca trebuie sa stea inchis in camera o ora. Motivul? Pt. ca nu i-a cerut voie sa se departeze 3 m de grup. Asta in conditiile in care baiatul era major cu acte in regula si nu s-a cocotat pe nicio stanca periculoasa sa-mi satisfaca mie poftele:)) Dar avand in vedere imprejurarile trebuie sa recunosc ca am fost mandra de floarea mea:)Am vrut sa o pastrez la presat, dar am pierdut-o din greseala. In orice caz cred ca o sa rad de fiecare data cand o sa-mi amintesc faza:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8906752710551358147?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8906752710551358147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8906752710551358147' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8906752710551358147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8906752710551358147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-ti-e-si-cu-florile-astea.html' title='Ce ti-e si cu florile astea'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6504040392532441467</id><published>2010-02-02T21:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:24:57.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapta</title><content type='html'>Si am un chef nebun de o zi la Brasov, fara griji si fara variante de bac si probleme de ase. Si am chef sa dau mita la gardian si sa fim doar noi in turn si sa ne maimutarim si sa facem poze "artistice". Si am chef sa merg pana obosesc si sa zambesc mult. Si sa respir la fiecare pas si sa ma bucur pentru putin. Si sa ne cumparam acadele colorate...si sa ne plimbam cu tramvaiul fara sa mergem undeva anume...si sa le zambim oamenilor si ei sa ne zambeasca inapoi...si sa ne luam tricouri.si sa le iubim:)si sa pozam "blanaria de lux"si "pizza cu dragoste" si sa gasim alti papusari pe seama carora sa ne amuzam, iar la sfarsitul zilei sa-i uitam. si sa ne trezim ca ne batem cu bulgari si apoi sa ne scuturam. si pe drum la intoarcere sa ne ia somnul in autobuz si sa ne trezim cu 2 minute inainte sa coboram. si am chef sa inving rutina si necheful ce m-a invadat cu totul.&lt;br /&gt;si am chef sa se indragosteasca timpul de mine si sa-mi faca toate poftele.sa ma trezesc si sa-i spun ca vreau ca ziua de azi sa aiba 30 de ore si sa nu poata sa ma refuze. si eu sa-l pup pe obraz drept multumire. si el sa-mi spuna ca ii sunt datoare si ca orele suplimentare va trebui sa le petrec cu el.si eu sa-l imbratisez.si sa ma imbratiseze si el.si atunci sa-i marturisesc ca intr-o zi l-am inselat cu fericirea.si el sa-mi zambeasca si sa-mi spuna ca era tot el, dar sub o alta forma.si sa radem amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;si apoi sa-l rog sa pregateasca el micul dejun pentru ca se trezeste mai devreme si sa ma lase sa dorm mai mult ca sunt in vacanta.si el sa ma inveleasca in fiecare dimineata si sa ma pupe pe frunte cu tandrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6504040392532441467?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6504040392532441467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6504040392532441467' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6504040392532441467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6504040392532441467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/02/soapta.html' title='Soapta'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-3948326845793264130</id><published>2010-01-31T19:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:04:37.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Delir</title><content type='html'>purtam fiecare o dragoste-n noi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar eu pentru tine si tu...pentru alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si focul ne mistuie crunt, pe-amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ard pentru tine, tu arzi... pentru alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astept un cuvant, astepti un cuvant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar eu de la tine si tu de la alta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si chipul ti-l vad in somn delirand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar tu, in visare, o vezi tot pe alta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ce ne ramane atunci de facut, cand soarta nu stie decat sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dezbine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu ti-e mila? traim doar iubind. desi tu pe alta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu totusi...pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Ana Blandiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3948326845793264130?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3948326845793264130/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=3948326845793264130' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3948326845793264130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3948326845793264130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/01/delir.html' title='Delir'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-610421501896279437</id><published>2010-01-29T19:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:26:45.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S2MXtxLbjEI/AAAAAAAAARY/gvcH8_CQZ2w/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S2MXtxLbjEI/AAAAAAAAARY/gvcH8_CQZ2w/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432211650601782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si azi s-a confirmat ca crearea de povesti provoaca fericire...si ca zambetele nu costa mult...si ca lucrurile simple sunt minuni:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-610421501896279437?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/610421501896279437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=610421501896279437' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/610421501896279437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/610421501896279437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/S2MXtxLbjEI/AAAAAAAAARY/gvcH8_CQZ2w/s72-c/DSCN0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-231570832967650298</id><published>2010-01-19T20:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:46:03.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte racite:)</title><content type='html'>Raceala.James Blunt.dor.nas rosu.ceai.You're beatiful.fervex.somn.pat.nepofta de mancare.servetele.frig.melancolie.and maybe someday we will meet and maybe talk and not just speak.mandarina.nurofen.lipsa unui papusar grijuliu care sa ma trezeasca sa-mi iau pastila si sa-mi faca ceai.si totusi zambet.si zapada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/RustyKramer/fdba312292c39b.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/RustyKramer/fdba312292c39b.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;James Blunt - Same Mistake&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-231570832967650298?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/231570832967650298/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=231570832967650298' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/231570832967650298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/231570832967650298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuvinte-racite.html' title='Cuvinte racite:)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6365138430983172537</id><published>2010-01-13T20:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:05:55.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneori ea desena fluturi cu creioanele cerate primite cadou de la el. Era atat de concentrata incat trecea si cate o ora si nu scotea o vorba. El o privea din cand in cand cu coada ochiului si zambea cand ii observa trasaturile accentuate ale fetei care ii tradau bucuria si in acelasi timp dorinta de a fi lasata in pace. El respecta lucrul asta si isi gasea altceva de facut. &lt;br /&gt;Adesea ea simtea ca milioane de sentimente o invadeaza si atunci arunca creioanele si fugea repede sa se ghemuiasca in bratele lui. El o lasa sa se culcuseasca la pieptul lui si o mangaia usor pe par pana ce adormea. Stia ca ea se simte in siguranta la el in brate si ii placea sa o protejeze.&lt;br /&gt;Erau momente cand ea vorbea mult si ii povestea cu lux de amanunte tot ce a facut in ziua respectiva...el nu se supara niciodata si o asculta cu drag. Stia cat de important e pentru ea.&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna gateau impreuna,iar cand era ceva de facut prin casa niciodata nu o lasa sa faca singura. Aveau viata planificata astfel incat amandoi sa se simta bine. Isi acceptau defectele reciproc si nu isi reprosau nimic unul altuia. Poate parea plictisitor, dar pentru ei era normal. Erau de parere ca certurile, jignirile nu-si au rostul intr-o relatie dintre doi oameni care se iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, cand nu avea ce face, el o ducea la facultate si se intoarcea sa o si ia. Cand aveau chef de joaca se opreau in parc si se jucau cu copiii de acolo, care erau foarte incantati de jocurile pe care le propuneau ei. Intotdeauna inventau jocuri in care nimeni nu pierdea ca sa-i faca pe toti copiii fericiti. Eventual, daca cineva trebuia totusi sa piarda, ei doi erau aceia. Cand se plictiseau de joaca fie mergeau intr-o cafenea si isi comandau o cafea din care beau amandoi, fie mergeau la cumparaturi. Intrau in magazine si isi alegeau fiecare haine pe care le probau in aceiasi cabina si radeau unul de altul. Cumparau doar cand le placea ceva foarte mult.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea lor avea gust de "amandoi" si miros de "impreuna".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6365138430983172537?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6365138430983172537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6365138430983172537' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6365138430983172537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6365138430983172537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/01/uneori-ea-desena-fluturi-cu-creioanele.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8568458973085741261</id><published>2010-01-10T11:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:37:42.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si sufletele au nevoie de cadouri</title><content type='html'>Si intr-o zi am primit cadou lumina pentru suflet cu indemnul sa o aprind. Si sufletul meu a fost fericit, si inca mai e, pentru ca rar cineva se gandeste sa ii faca un cadou. Iar acela a fost special pentru el.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8568458973085741261?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8568458973085741261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8568458973085741261' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8568458973085741261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8568458973085741261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-sufletele-au-nevoie-de-cadouri.html' title='Si sufletele au nevoie de cadouri'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7745094892519848990</id><published>2010-01-05T20:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:56:21.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si totul a inceput intr-o sambata...pentru ca 23 februarie 1991 a picat sambata:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7745094892519848990?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7698139933845915204</id><published>2009-12-31T11:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:09:58.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/didutul/4f7ca3eea8f251.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/didutul/4f7ca3eea8f251.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;David Gray The One I Love&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7698139933845915204?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7698139933845915204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7698139933845915204' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7698139933845915204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7698139933845915204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6056449451468007240</id><published>2009-12-30T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:29:06.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si exact acum am nevoie de o imbratisare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6056449451468007240?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6056449451468007240/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4747619936784234047</id><published>2009-12-30T16:51:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:02:13.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nu-i asa ca azi simti ca el te iubeste mai putin decat ieri?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca daca la inceput aveai curaj sa plangi pe umarul ei, acum ti s-ar parea stupid sa faci asta?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca e frumos cand iti amintesti de noptile albe petrecute cu el? Acum de ce ii spui de fiecare data ca ti-e somn?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca la inceput ii spuneai cand nu ii statea bine cu o anumita bluza,iar acum nu o mai faci de frica sa nu se supere?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca ti-e dor de ceva, dar ti-e frica sa recunosti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca inainte o luai in brate mai des?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca au trecut vremurile cand iti batea inima atunci cand suna telefonul?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca a face dragoste nu mai inseamna romantism, ci mai degraba distanta dintre voi?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu te-ai mai pierdut de mult in ochii lui? &lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca te-ai gandit cel putin o data la despartire?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca uneori il eviti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu o mai recunosti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca-l vezi trist si nu faci nimic sa schimbi asta?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca fericirea nu se mai impleteste cu momentele in care esti cu ea?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca vecinul de la 2 ti se pare mai dragut decat el?&lt;br /&gt;NU-i asa ca acum stai si te uiti la pozele pe care i le-ai facut la munte si ti-ai dori sa fie aceiasi?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu l-ai iubit niciodata sincer?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca ti se pare ca ea s-a maturizat si ca te trateaza ca pe un copil?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca ti-ai dori sa ramai o amintire pentru el?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca simti ca nu o sa o uiti niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu o sa-i dai nicio explicatie si ai sa pleci?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca vei fii puternic?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu-ti pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca nu o sa mai ai cui sa pregatesti ceva de mancare? Nu-i asa ca nu o sa mai ai cui sa-i cumperi bomboane? Nu-i asa ca o iubeai prea mult? Nu-i asa ca nu intelegi? Nu-i asa ca nu puteai sa faci mai multe si nu esti tu vinovat? Nu-i asa ca nu o sa mai ai pe cine sa conduci dimineata la scoala? Nu-i asa ca nu o sa mai ai pe cine sa invelesti noaptea? Nu-i asa ca o sa te simti mai gol? Nu-i asa ca o sa ajungi la concluzia ca nu merita? Nu-i asa ca nu o sa o urasti? Nu-i asa ca vei pastra doar amintirile frumoase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum e, dar stiu ca oamenii nu stiu sa se pastreze unul pe altul. Nu stiu cum e, dar stiu ca ar trebui sa avem mai multa grija unul de altul. Nu stiu cum e, dar stiu ca mi-e teama.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce, dar nu cred ca se poate pierde totul de pe o zi pe alta. Nu stiu de ce, dar cred ca suntem suficient de umani sa nu ne mai ranim unul pe altul. Nu stiu de ce, dar cred ca o iubire sau o prietenie puternica poate trece orice hop. Nu stiu de ce, dar cred ca uneori motivul e nepasarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: Iubiti-va mult la anul si ganditi-va de doua ori inainte de a incepe o lupta gen "care pe care raneste mai mult" cu cei dragi. O vorba buna va avea un efect mai bun intotdeauna. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4747619936784234047?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4747619936784234047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4747619936784234047' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4747619936784234047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4747619936784234047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-i-asa-ca-azi-simti-ca-el-te-iubeste.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1377890756709097778</id><published>2009-12-28T18:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:49:18.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lumina neuniforma a unei lumanari in care isi afunda ochii...bomboana cu eucalipt...these streets...ciocolata pe care scrie tandrete sau poate sinceritate...nevoia de siguranta...lumanarea se uita in ochii ei...ea se uita in ochii sufletului...loving you...6 dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El are ochii mari si verzi si uneori simte ca e cineva care ii e sortit, desi nu crede in destin..uneori, in loc sa doarma, desi a doua zi are examen, isi aprinde o tigara si se gandeste la ea. Nu o cunoaste, dar asta nu il impiedica sa-i cunoasca si cea mai mica trasatura. Termina tigara si se intoarce in pat, fara sa stie neaprat daca are chef sa doarma...il enerveaza oamnenii care nu au vise si desi nu e un mare visator crede ca nu ar putea trai fara asta. Desi are o prietena, e mai mult decat convins ca nu se potrivesc...il enerveaza falsitatea ei si dorinta de a iesi in evidenta...uneori o considera proasta si are chef sa o paraseasca.&lt;br /&gt;Prefera fetele care au personalitate in defavoarea celor care ar face orice sa-l cucereasca...ii place sa cucereasca, nu sa fie cucerit, dar recunoaste uneori ca i-ar placea sa fie surprins. Nu da doi bani pe clisee si prefera o fata care are curaj sa ceara o bere, decat una care comanda cel mai scump cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portocala, pian, zapada, cafea orgasmica, patinoar, brasov, miros, damien, priveste-ma, ieri, the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi iubeste mama si ii place sa o rasfete de cate ori vine acasa, cu cate o ciocolata si o imbratisare. Nu suporta sa-i spuna cineva ce sa faca si prefera sa faca un lucru si apoi sa le spuna celorlati. Are colectie de sosete si detesta cravatele. A observat ca atunci cand isi lasa putina barba atrage fetele mai usor...gateste atat cat e necesar. Uneori are bomboane de ciocolata in buzunarul de la geaca si le da copiilor din metrou.&lt;br /&gt;Desi are 22 de ani, e de parere ca nu a fost niciodata indragostit cu adevarat. Nu-l deranjeaza neaparat deoarece considera ca nu s-a ivit persoana care sa merite. Nu-i place sa se prefaca, de aceea nu e niciodata romantic cu fetele pe care nu le place. Sefa lui nu-l suporta pentru ca este calm si nu se enerveaza...are de gand sa-si dea demisia. Il enerveaza cand pisica vecinei se strecoara la el in casa si se urca in patul lui.&lt;br /&gt;Si din in cand se gandeste la ea...ca la o achimbare in viata lui. Are chef sa asculte muzica cand face dragoste si sa aprinda lumanari, dar l-ar enerva sa o faca cu genul asta de fete. Are chef sa o intalneasca pentru ca stie ca nu va vrea sa se culce cu ea din prima seara si nici ea nu va fi disperata sa ajunga in patul lui. Vrea sa o cunoasca ca sa faca si altfel de lucruri impreuna, care i se par imposibile cu fete ca actuala lui prietena. Are chef sa simta nevoia sa o ia in brate pur si simplu la 5 dimineata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1377890756709097778?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1377890756709097778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1377890756709097778' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1377890756709097778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1377890756709097778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/lumina-neuniforma-unei-lumanari-in-care.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7209585994974019020</id><published>2009-12-24T19:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:45:45.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Multumesc mosule. M-ai facut foarte fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun fericit tuturor si multe bucurii!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7209585994974019020?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7209585994974019020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7209585994974019020' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7209585994974019020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7209585994974019020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/multumesc-mosule.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8307700092904651598</id><published>2009-12-22T17:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:29:14.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanzatorul de mere</title><content type='html'>Vanzatorul de mere avea glasul cald si rabdator si o privire simpla. Acum mi-as putea imagina o frumoasa poveste in jurul lui, dar azi prefer sa ma opresc doar la realitate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8307700092904651598?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8307700092904651598/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8307700092904651598' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8307700092904651598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8307700092904651598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanzatorul-de-mere.html' title='Vanzatorul de mere'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6599563716638128602</id><published>2009-12-21T20:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:57:56.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIQ2Rxh1k9Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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://www.youtube.com/v/FIQ2Rxh1k9Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acest baiat este mult prea "bun" si nu cred ca poate sa cante fara sa zambeasca. Ma declar indragostita:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6599563716638128602?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6599563716638128602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6599563716638128602' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6599563716638128602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6599563716638128602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8363671165583019710</id><published>2009-12-12T18:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:32:27.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>-Mai crezi in Mos Caciun?&lt;br /&gt;-Da, pentru ca aseara mi-a promis ca va ninge, si a nins.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ti se pare ca e mai mult coincidenta?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu, mi se pare gelozie din partea ta, ca eu mai cred in mosu.&lt;br /&gt;-Glumesti? De unde ti-a mai venit si ideea asta? Crezi ca as putea sa fiu gelos pe un mos care apare doar o data pe an?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu e o idee de-a mea. Ai uitat ce te fastaceai aseara cand eu vorbeam cu mosu pe mess si ma facea sa rad? Incercai sa ma convingi sa vin langa tine in pat, iar cand ai vazut ca nu vreau te-ai suparat.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu m-am suparat, mi-era somn.&lt;br /&gt;-Aha, si de aia nu m-ai bagat in seama cand am venit sa te pup de noapte buna? Ce copil esti...&lt;br /&gt;-Bine, ai dreptate. Normal ca eram gelos. Eu trebuia sa ma prefac ca am uit la televizor si tu te distrai cu mosu pe mess. E corect?&lt;br /&gt;-Imi place cand esti gelos. Acum ma amuza ca esti chiar pe Mos Craciun.&lt;br /&gt;-Poti sa imi arati ce ati vorbit?&lt;br /&gt;-Esti de groaza. Nu nu se poate. Ca apoi nu mi se mai indeplineste dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;-Si ce dorinta ti-ai pus?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai nu auzi ca nu pot sa ti-o zic.&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci inseamna ca ti-ai pus sa te intalnesti cu mosu. Nu mai vorbesc cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Da, sigur. M-ai prins. Sigur ai intrat in arhiva mea.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma tu vorbesti serios?&lt;br /&gt;-Doamne, unde duce gelozia asta.&lt;br /&gt;-M-am suparat pe tine...ma duc sa ma uit la televizor. Du-te si vorbeste cu mosu.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine..foarte bine. Perfect...nici nu stii cat imi doream sa ma lasi in pace. Tu ai ales...dar sa stii ca dorinta mea era sa te am mereu langa mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8363671165583019710?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8363671165583019710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8363671165583019710' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8363671165583019710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8363671165583019710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1159147893424560788</id><published>2009-12-06T19:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:45:40.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-De ce m-ai chemat?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca azi vreau sa-mi amintesc...&lt;br /&gt;-De ce pe mine?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca esti singurul lucru care merita sa mi-l amintesc.&lt;br /&gt;-De cand fumezi?&lt;br /&gt;-De cand ne-am despartit..am simtit nevoia sa fiu dependenta de ceva.&lt;br /&gt;-Te simti bine?&lt;br /&gt;-Perfect. De ce te uiti asa la mine?&lt;br /&gt;-Te-ai schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;-Si consideri cumva ca un om poate ramane la fel timp de 5 ani?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu...dar...&lt;br /&gt;-Dar ce? Observ ca ai ramas la fel de timid. Stii? De dimineata m-am trezit cu chef sa-ti spun de ce te-am parasit. Stiam ca daca te sun ai sa vii.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu m-am schimbat prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma gandeam eu. Dar asta nu e nici pe departe un lucru rau.&lt;br /&gt;-Iti mai mai amintesti cum ne-am cunoscut?&lt;br /&gt;-Da..te-am salvat sa nu te calce masina. Si te uitai cu ochii aia goi la mine si nu mai puteai sa spui nici multumesc. Eu te curatam de praf si incercam sa indepartez oamenii care se stransesera ca la circ spunandu-le ca nu ai nimic. Tu continuai sa ma privesti...si atunci te-ai indragostit de mine ca un prost.&lt;br /&gt;-...erai extrem de sigura pe tine. Nu te-ai speriat deloc si te-ai comportat ca si cum m-ai fi cunoscut de mult timp. Mi-ai strans colectia de timbre care se imprastiase pe toata strada, m-ai luat de mana hotarata si m-am trezit intr-o camera cu o cana de ceai in mana, in timp ce tu pregateai ceva de mancare.&lt;br /&gt;-...M-am gandit ceva timp daca sa te iau la mine sau nu, dar era una din zilele in care nu prea aveam ce face si m-am gandit ca ai putea fi o companie buna. Te-ai asezat timid pe canapea si mi-ai mangaiat cainele cat timp am pregatit ceva de mancare..ca si cum el te-ar fi salvat. Cand am venit si m-am asezat langa tine ai tresarit...habar nu aveai cum sa te comporti.&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci ai inceput sa ma bombardezi cu intrebari si intr-o ora ai aflat cam totul despre mine. Radeai cu atata pofta cand iti povesteam despre viata mea simpla. Cred ca asta ti-a placut mult...sinceritatea mea.&lt;br /&gt;-...la inceput imi raspundeai cat de scurt puteai, dar te-ai relaxat repede si te-ai dovedit a fi un bun povestitor. Cred ca nimeni nu mi-a mai vorbit cu atat de multa sinceritate. Se facuse noapte si te-a sunat mama ta ingrijorata sa vada pe unde esti...ai plecat repede.&lt;br /&gt;-...nu m-ai lasat pana nu ti-am promis ca o sa ne mai revedem. Si mi-ai furat un pupic in coltul gurii cand am plecat.&lt;br /&gt;-..te-ai inrosit tot. Dar erai prea grabit ca sa mai zici ceva.&lt;br /&gt;-Se pare ca unele amintiri raman vii in mintea noastra.&lt;br /&gt;-Cu siguranta ca nu te asteptai la asta din partea mea. Dar stii...asta a fost unul din putinele lucruri sincere care mi s-au intamplat in viata mea. Si am fost nedrepata cu tine..de asta sunt si acum aici..poate prea tarziu...dar...&lt;br /&gt;-Poate e mai bine acum...daca m-ai fi chemat la scurt timp poate as fi fost inca suparat. Am tinut prea mult la tine...mult prea mult...&lt;br /&gt;-Si acum?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ma intreba asta...&lt;br /&gt;-De ce nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca nu conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;-Si daca iti spun ca pentru mine conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu face asta...&lt;br /&gt;-Stii..mi-am dat seama intr-un final ca toata aceasta incercare a mea de a-i domina pe ceilalti, de a parea cea puternica nu ma face sa ma simt in largul meu. Am realizat intr-un tarziu ca ma simteam bine cu tine...cred ca ai fost singurul fata de care mi-am aratat si partea mai sensibila..si nu-mi pare rau.Imi placea naturaletea lucrurilor facute cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Te rog...&lt;br /&gt;-Ti-e cumva frica sa arati ce simti? Ai tot dreptul...nu am fost sincera cu tine, nu am avut curajul sa renunt la ce eram...desi tu nu mi-ai cerut sa renunt la nimic, erau lucruri care nu se potriveau in mintea mintea, uneori aveam impresia ca-ti fac rau...&lt;br /&gt;-...si intr-o zi ai venit si ai zis ca s-a terminat. Atat...&lt;br /&gt;-Da..pentru ca in ciuda personalitatii mele puternice nu am avut curaj sa discut cu tine. Mi se parea ca sentimentele tale sunt superioare alor mele...&lt;br /&gt;-Nu mai vorbi. Vino aici...am fost prea slab si te-am lasat sa pleci..dar acum...&lt;br /&gt;-E prima data cand ma imbratisezi..multumesc..&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca am inteles ca sentimentele nu trebuie ascunse...asta am invatat-o de la tine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1159147893424560788?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1159147893424560788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1159147893424560788' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1159147893424560788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1159147893424560788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ce-m-ai-chemat-pentru-ca-azi-vreau.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7367083132776460761</id><published>2009-11-27T16:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:20:54.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si astazi soarta a facut ca domnisorul pinguin sa se desparta de domnisoara pinguin. Dar domnisorul pinguin spera ca o va regasi in curand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7367083132776460761?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7367083132776460761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7367083132776460761' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7367083132776460761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7367083132776460761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-astazi-soarta-facut-ca-domnisorul.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5918922956618641333</id><published>2009-11-25T20:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:47:02.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Si ce mai conteaza cum digera ceilalti deciziile noastre? Pana la urma e problema lor ca nu s-au prins pana acum cum sta treaba cu oamenii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5918922956618641333?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5918922956618641333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5918922956618641333' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5918922956618641333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5918922956618641333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-3495607676316461279</id><published>2009-11-14T16:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:54:47.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domnisoara si Domnisorul Pinguin</title><content type='html'>Domnisoara si Domnisorul Pinguin s-au luat timid de mana si s-au dus in pat sa citeasca "Sapte zile pentru o eternitate". Domnisorul Pinguin si-a insusit responsabilitatea de a citi, iar Dominisoara Pinguin se si asezase confortabil cu capul pe pieptul lui.&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisoara Pinguin sunteti pregatita?&lt;br /&gt;-Bineinteles. Daca cumva ma ia somnul sa ma ciupesti:)&lt;br /&gt;-Da, si apoi sa-mi spui ca te-a durut..lasa, mai bine te musc de nas.&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisorule pinguin, nu sunteti deloc serios.&lt;br /&gt;-Hai mai bine sa incep...da-mi mana. Stii ca imi place sa te tin de mana cand citesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si Domnisorul Pinguin a inceput sa citeasca, iar Domnisoara Pinguin asculta cuminte ca un copil.&lt;br /&gt;-Mai citeste o data te rog partea cu zambetul..imi aduc aminte ca si tu tot cu un zambet mai cucerit.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar nu mai terminam nici pana maine in ritmul asta si stii foarte bine ca esti nerabdatoare sa afli finalul.&lt;br /&gt;-Te roooooooooog...uite iti dau un pupic pe obraz drept recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;-Biiiiiiine...intotdeauna ramane cum vrei tu.&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;-Si pentru ca iti place sa te rasfeti.&lt;br /&gt;-Si pentru ca iti place sa ma rasfeti.&lt;br /&gt;-Incep...&lt;br /&gt;"...trecand prin fata arcadei mele, mi-ai zambit. Ceva mai tarziu, detectivul ala, care tot vine pe aici sa ia masa, a trecut in masina si s-a uitat la mine cu aerul ala al lui vesnic ursuz. Privirile ni s-au intalnit, eu i-am incredintat zambetul tau, iar, cand a plecat, am vazut ca-l avea pe buze. Asa ca avea sa transmita si el putina speranta celui sau celei cu care urma sa se vada. Acum, iti dai semaa ce ai facut? Ai inventat un vaccin impotriva clipelor posomorate. Daca ar face toata lumea chestia asta, macar o data pe zi, daca ar oferi doar atat, un zambet, iti imaginezi nemaipomenita epidemie de fericire care ar contopi pamantul? Atunci, ti-ai castiga pariul."&lt;br /&gt;Domnisorul Pinguin a continuat sa citeasca. Domnisoara Pinguin asculta incantata. Din cand in cand ii mai furat cate un sarut Domnisorului Pinguin.&lt;br /&gt;-"Exista imagini ale fericirii pe care n-ai dreptul sa le retusezi; le colorezi, dar nu depasesti linia." Cat imi place fraza asta, zise Domnisoara Pinguin. Si fericirea noastra e la fel...ma simt atat de bine in sanul ei, incat simt nevoia doar sa o traiesc, fara sa fie nevoie sa o retusez.&lt;br /&gt;-Chiar te simti atat de fericita alaturi de mine?&lt;br /&gt;-Ma mai si intrebi prostutule?Bineinteles ca da...Stii..adevarul e ca nu ti-o spun prea des...dar sunt foarte, foarte fericita. Vino sa te imbratisez.&lt;br /&gt;Domnisorul Pinguin s-a lasat imbratisat de Domnisoara Pinguin care era asa foarte lipicioasa de felul el si profita de orice moment pentru a primi imbratisari.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ceva timp Domnisoara Pinguin afiseaza un zambet care anticipeaza ca ii trece o nebunie prin cap.&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisorule Pinguin, zise ea. Stii cat de mult te iubesc eu pe tine, nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu iubita mea, dar zambetul asta al tau imi spune ca tu vrei ceva.&lt;br /&gt;-Pai ca da...tinand cont ca am fost cuminte si nici nu m-a luat somnul, nu vrei tu sa citesti putin ultima pagina sa vedem si noi cum se termina? Ca nu mai am rabdare...&lt;br /&gt;-Nu, asta nu Domnisoara Pinguin. Daca la inceput ma convingeai repede sa fac asta, acum nu. Apoi ce farmec mai are sa citesc?&lt;br /&gt;-Dar vreau sa stiu daca raman cei doi impreuna, stii ca nu-mi plac povestile triste.&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu...dar asta nu e un motiv sa citim inainte. Uite, iti promit eu ca se va termina bine.&lt;br /&gt;-Si daca nu se termina bine?&lt;br /&gt;-Iti promit ca la cartea viitoare te las sa citesti sfarsitul inainte.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine..s-a facut. Imi convine.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce bine ca te-am convins...o sa vezi ca o sa-mi multumesti la sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine, bine...acum nu te mai lauda atat ca m-ai convins. Oricum dupa ce terminam cartea mergem sa ne dam pe derdelus.&lt;br /&gt;-La ora asta ma?&lt;br /&gt;-Bineinteles...asa cum pofta ta de a ma pupa nu are ora, asa nu are nici pofta mea de a ma da pe derdelus.&lt;br /&gt;-Gata domnisoara..m-ati convins. Ce sa mai zic...desi si tie iti palc pupacelile...nu poti sa zici ca e doar o pofta de-a mea.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ti se pare ca gandesti cam mult?Mai bine hai sa terminam cartea.&lt;br /&gt;Si Domnisorul Pinguin a reluat lectura, iar Domnisoara Pinguin l-a ascultat cuminte pana ce a terminat.&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc Pinguinul meu. A fost ce ami frumoasa carte. Si multumesc ca nu mi-ai citit sfarsitul dinainte.&lt;br /&gt;-Hai la derdelus...mi s-a facut si mie pofta.&lt;br /&gt;-Asa deci Domninisorule Pinguin..sa vezi ce te asteapta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3495607676316461279?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3495607676316461279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=3495607676316461279' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3495607676316461279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3495607676316461279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/11/domnisoara-si-domnisorul-pinguin.html' title='Domnisoara si Domnisorul Pinguin'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1299808560668538134</id><published>2009-11-08T16:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:45:40.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Si e ziua mea...si e o zi frumoasa...si e cel mai frumos cadou sa ti se spuna ca esti iubita...multumesc &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1299808560668538134?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1299808560668538134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1299808560668538134' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1299808560668538134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1299808560668538134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-472981832416248497</id><published>2009-10-28T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:59:21.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea e pentru oameni cum e zborul pentru pasari</title><content type='html'>“Fericirea e pentru oameni, cum e zborul pentru păsari.” Am vrut să încep cu această frază şirul impresiilor de la Penitenciarul Mărgineni deoarece am fost impresionată să aud aceste cuvinte de la deţinuţi. Aş spune că asta e o dovadă că ei tânjesc după fericire, ba mai mult decât atât, cred în ea, consideră că este a noastră, a oamenilor. Şi e ciudat...pentru că mulţi dintre noi, care suntem în libertate, nu ştim să preţuim această fericire.&lt;br /&gt;            Am căutat să observ reacţii mai mult decât cuvinte, deoarece am învăţat că dintr-un motiv sau altul cuvintele nu reflectă întotdeauna realitatea...însă reacţiile, gesturile vin mai mereu din ceea ce simţim pe moment. Şi iarăşi am fost surprinsă să observ emoţie pe chipurile lor în unele momente, să-i surprind zâmbind sau privindu-ne cu nostalgie. Poate că aceste atribute nu se potrivesc prea bine cu faptele lor, poate par ale altor oameni, însă am înteles că indiferent de întâmplările prin care trec, de lucrurile bune sau mai puţin bune pe care le fac, oamenii vor avea întotdeauna o sensibilitate, care îi poate schimba la un moment dat. I-am admirat pentru faptul că au avut puterea să se adapteze condiţiilor din penitenciar, că pot zâmbi, că pot spera ca o vor lua de la capăt atunci când vor ieşi.&lt;br /&gt;             Nu, nu sunt de acord cu faptele care le-au făcut, nu consider ca ar putea avea vreo scuză, însă sunt conştientă că e atât de plăpândă linia care desparte răul de bine, încât aş putea să afirm că i se poate întampla oricui. Fie din vina anturajului, fie din cauza unei slăbiciuni de moment, fie din inconştinţă sau pur şi simplu din ghinion. Sunt sigură că mulţi dintre ei nu regretă nimic din ce au făcut, iar aceştia nu merită nimic, însă sunt şi oameni care încearcă, atât cât se mai poate, să îndrepte greşelile pe care le-au făcut şi sunt de părere ca ei mai merită o a doua şansa. Doar una...pentru că în cazul în care nu profită de ea nu cred că mai e ceva de făcut.&lt;br /&gt;             I-am întrebat dacă le e teamă de momentul în care vor ieşi. Da...majoritatea au răspuns că da. E oarecum ciudat să auzi de la nişte oameni care au comis nişte fapte grave că le e teamă...însă sunt atâţia ani după care nu ştiu ce vor putea să mai facă, cum vor fi primiţi de societate. Şi, în opinia mea, au suficiente motive să se teamă deoarece de cele mai multe ori sunt respinşi de societate. Societatea nu este pregătită să-i primească, să le ofere o a doua şansă..şi poate acesta este unul dintre motivele principale pentru care ei nu se schimbă şi îşi reiau vechile obiceiuri. Mentalitatea noastră ne dictează să ne fie teamă, să ne aparăm..însă ar trebui să învăţăm să trecem peste aceste lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;             Mi-am dorit foarte mult să merg la penitenciar...şi pe lângă faptul ca mi-am satisfăcut această dorinţă, am înţeles ca ne grăbim mult prea mult să-i judecăm pe ceilalţi, fără să încercăm să privim măcar puţin dincolo de aparenţe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-472981832416248497?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/472981832416248497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=472981832416248497' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/472981832416248497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/472981832416248497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/10/fericirea-e-pentru-oameni-cum-e-zborul.html' title='Fericirea e pentru oameni cum e zborul pentru pasari'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5954284927256778413</id><published>2009-10-19T20:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:02:50.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu..nu stie ce vrea...poate doar zambetul baiatului care invata 3 clase mai incolo...sau poate din contra..pe cineva care sa o tina de mana cand ii e frig si sa ii poarte de grija...poate are nevoie doar de o imbratisare sau poate de ceva care sa fie doar al ei...poate ii e dor sa-i bata inima ceva mai tare decat de obicei sau poate ii e dor sa primeasca un banal mesaj cu "noapte buna". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5954284927256778413?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5954284927256778413/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5954284927256778413' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5954284927256778413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5954284927256778413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-412494161819198134</id><published>2009-10-13T19:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:45:09.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ca sunetul ce s-a plimbat prin venele mele pana ce a reusit sa ma inunde...e ca fericirea ce te acapareaza fara sa stii de unde vine...e ca un ac ce iti strapunge pielea si iti imprastie placere in trup...e ca mirosul lui impregnat in tine...e SCRIS PE TRUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-412494161819198134?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/412494161819198134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=412494161819198134' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/412494161819198134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/412494161819198134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1841731285747508601</id><published>2009-10-12T14:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:21:57.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt; mi-a propus sa fac un top al cartilor lui Coelho. Iata-l:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Unsprezece minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. La raul Piedra am sezut si am plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Veronica se hotaraste sa moara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Alchimistul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Zahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu stiu cine a mai citit Coelho, asa ca pe cei care au facut-o ii invit sa faca un top al cartilor preferate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1841731285747508601?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1841731285747508601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1841731285747508601' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1841731285747508601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1841731285747508601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-5.html' title='Top 5'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5251998352585348722</id><published>2009-09-22T20:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:39:17.091+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau...</title><content type='html'>Chiar daca cam am de invatat &lt;a href="http://doar-putina-magie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt; mi-a dat o leapsa si cum nimic nu e mai frumos decat sa ne exprimam dorintele, iat-o:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa zambesc mereu...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma indragostesc la semafor...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu ma mai trezesc atat de dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa merg la Sulina...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa vad stele cazatoare...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ciocolata Milka...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am o relatie mai apropiata cu parintii mei...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa trec de admitere...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau frappe cu nuca de cocos...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa le arat mai des celor apropiati ca tin la ei...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mai fiu atat de aiurita...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mai ravnesc la ce a fost...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa traiesc in prezent...&lt;br /&gt;Vreua sa raman la 18 ani...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am iubit...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mi se mai para atat de nesuferita romana...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa vad ca barbatii ofera locul femeilor in autobuz...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa merg pe o insula...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mai exista ura...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau Vanatorii de zmeie inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fac multe nebunii...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am o viata mai agitata...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am o un servici care sa-mi placa...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca intr-o zi sa simt miros de scortisoara pe toate strazile...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fim mai ingaduitori...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa merg la teatru...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dreamer-girls-land.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ioana&lt;/a&gt;...voi ce vreti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5251998352585348722?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5251998352585348722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5251998352585348722' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5251998352585348722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5251998352585348722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/vreau.html' title='Vreau...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4505611223918134433</id><published>2009-09-21T21:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:13:40.041+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NU ma mai recunosti? Du-te pe peronul unde m-ai imbratisat pentru prima oara si-ti vei da seama ca sunt aceeasi...acum nu ma mai iei in brate deoarece nu mai e frig? Sa stii ca nevoia a ramas la fel de mare...nu vreau sa fiu imbratisata doar cand mi-e frig...NU mai am parul ciufulit si ochii umflati de nesomn? Sa stii ca sentimentele mele sunt aceleasi...Intelege ca nu ma poti iubi doar pentru ce eram atunci...de fapt eu sunt aceeasi...doar peronul ud nu mai e...dar tu esti de vina...pentru ca daca ai avea putina imaginatie ai putea sa-ti imaginezi ca strada asta e un peron, cladirea aia din fata gara, banca asta bordura pe care statea ghemuita in tine, oamenii astia grabiti turistii fericiti masinile ce claxoneaza trenurile si tot asa...nu...tu nu stii sa spui decat ca eu m-am schimbat...Te-ai gandit vreun minut ca poate tu nu mai esti acelasi?Nu...pentru ca e mai simplu sa gasesti vina in altcineva...Uita-te la mine...dar uita-te bine...Ce vezi?Spune naiba o data ce vezi...sau mai bine vino si apropieti urechea de inima mea si asculta...asculta strainule de pe peron si vei vedea ca nu sunt cu nimic diferita de cea de atunci...poate singurul meu defect e ca iubesc prea mult...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4505611223918134433?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4505611223918134433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4505611223918134433' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4505611223918134433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4505611223918134433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/nu-ma-mai-recunosti-du-te-pe-peronul.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1186839606575623899</id><published>2009-09-13T19:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:33:31.679+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Viseaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Taci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Zambeste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Te urasc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu-mi pasa. Viseaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Plec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-N-ai curaj. Dar oricine poate visa..viseaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ce dracu e ala un vis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ca sa visezi nu-ti trebuie vise..ti-am zis sa visezi nu sa ai vise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Esti nebuna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Poate...dar tu viseaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dar ce inseamna "a visa"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Inseamna sa iesi din rutina si sa-ti faci planuri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ca sa ma amagesc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu, ca sa ai ce duce la indeplinire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Bla, bla, bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Stii ce a spus un om destept odata? Ca daca tu iti doresti ceva tot universul conspira pentru ca tu sa obtii ceea ce iti doresti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Vorbe fara valoare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-In opinia ta...nici n-ai incercat. Este destinul, esti tu, care prin munca poti ajunge unde vrei, si nu in ultimul rand e Dumnezeu...acestea sunt ingredientele necesare pentru indeplinirea viselor tale...bine, mai este si norocul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Parca ziceai ca nu iti trebuie vise ca sa visezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Pai nu iti trebuie...incepi prin a visa si visarea ta se transforma in vise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nici tu nu intelegi ce zici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Poate eu nu..dar tu ai inteles foarte bine. O prietena draga mi-a zis ceva care mi-a ajuns la suflet si vreau sa-i multumesc...Mi-a zis: "Si se mai spune ca oamenii inteligenti viseaza mai mult."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mda...ce sa spun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nimic..doar gandeste-te putin si...viseaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Si daca o fac degeaba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu exista esec atunci cand visezi...oricum nu o sa ti se ia nimic din ceea ce ai...castigi ambitie si inveti sa lupti...indiferent daca visul ti se indeplineste sau nu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dar pot sa visez si daca nu am vise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ti-am mai zis ca da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Si de unde incep?Nu stiu cum sa fac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Te pui in pat, inchizi ochii sau te uiti pe tavan si iti lasi gandurile sa zboare libere...de exemplu daca iti trece prin cap ca vrei pe o insula pustie nu te gandesti imediat ca nu ai bani sa mergi, din contra...te gandesti cum ar fi acolo, cu cine ai fi si in ultima faza ce ai putea sa faci ca sa obtii banii necesari sa mergi...asta inseamna sa visezi...sa nu spui niciodata nu gandurilor tale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Si doar cand stau in pat cu ochii inchisi pot sa visez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nuuu..normal ca nu. Cand eram in liceu si ma plictiseam la ore imi sprijineam capul in maini, faceam abstractie de ce e in jur...si visam. Odata am luat si un doi deoarece nu am fost atenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Cand mergi pe strada poti sa visezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Daaaa...e unul dintre cele mai potrivite locuri...doar sa fi atent sa nu te lovesti de oameni si sa ai grija la masini...mie cel mai mult imi place sa visez cand stau la semafor...cel mai mult visez ca o sa apara printul visurilor mele si ca o sa ma indragostesc acolo, imediat. Mi s-a intamplat sa se faca verde si sa nu vad...si am mai stat pana s-a facut din nou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hmm..mie mi-ar palcea sa visez la dus..cum nu prea imi place sa cant..cred ca visatul ar fi o preocupare buna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Perfect...se pare ca ai inceput sa intelegi cum stau lucrurile cu visatul asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mai mult fortat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hai recunoaste ca-ti place...mai mult...sa stii ca vine din fiecare din noi...doar te-am ajutat sa descoperi esentialul..de acum incolo depinde de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;-Iti multumesc eu..sunt cel mai fericit cand mai castig un visator printre noi...lumea are nevoie de visatori:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: In fiecare dintre noi se gaseste un visator. Doar ca unora ne e frica sa recunoastem ca face parte din noi...insa intr-o zi vom gasi suficiente motive sa ne mandrim cu el.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1186839606575623899?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1186839606575623899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1186839606575623899' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1186839606575623899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1186839606575623899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/viseaza-taci-zambeste-te-urasc-nu-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-3778572629510000845</id><published>2009-09-11T14:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:21:56.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanta tineretii-Ion Minulescu</title><content type='html'>Necunoscuta care se vindea&lt;br /&gt;N-a vrut să-mi spună-n prima zi cine era,&lt;br /&gt;Dar fiindcă ea aflase cine sunt -&lt;br /&gt;Poetul poreclit "Fluieră-vânt" -&lt;br /&gt;Şi fiindcă mă ruga stăruitor&lt;br /&gt;Să-i fiu şi eu, din când în când, cumpărător,&lt;br /&gt;Sinceritatea ei m-a-nduioşat&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n cadrul preţului fixat -&lt;br /&gt;Un preţ absurd,&lt;br /&gt;Ridicul&lt;br /&gt;Şi meschin,&lt;br /&gt;Cu care-aş fi băut un kilogram de vin -&lt;br /&gt;M-am îmbătat de gura ei&lt;br /&gt;Şi-am adormit&lt;br /&gt;Pe laurii idilelor lui Teocrit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar vai!...&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta se vindea&lt;br /&gt;Nu numai mie, dar şi altora!...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-azi un ciocoi,&lt;br /&gt;Iar mâine un calic&lt;br /&gt;O cumpărau la fel - mai pe nimic -&lt;br /&gt;Căci ea - flămândă veşnic - se grăbea&lt;br /&gt;Să-şi vândă gura dulce ca la tarapana!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu singur doar nu m-am sfiit să-i spun&lt;br /&gt;Că-s gata să-i ofer un preţ mai bun -&lt;br /&gt;Dar cum îi luase mintea Dumnezeu,&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta s-a spălat pe mâini cu preţul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-atunci -&lt;br /&gt;De teamă să n-o bat,&lt;br /&gt;Sau s-o ucid&lt;br /&gt;Şi s-o ascund sub pat -&lt;br /&gt;Deşi-o iubeam, am renunţat la ea&lt;br /&gt;Şi n-am mai vrut să ştiu cine era!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar într-o zi cu ploaie şi cu vânt,&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta care se vindea,&lt;br /&gt;S-a dat la fund&lt;br /&gt;Şi-a dispărut...&lt;br /&gt;Şi nimeni n-a mai întrebat de ea&lt;br /&gt;De când intrase, parcă, în pământ,&lt;br /&gt;Cu numele-i mereu necunoscut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi, Eu&lt;br /&gt;Am întâlnit-o iar,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu ca altădată, pe trotuar,&lt;br /&gt;La cafenea,&lt;br /&gt;Sau în tramvai...&lt;br /&gt;Am regăsit-o-n ziua de-ntâi de mai,&lt;br /&gt;Ascunsă de un sfert de veac într-un sertar,&lt;br /&gt;În care sta de veghe cuminte,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-aştepta&lt;br /&gt;O zi să-mi mai aduc aminte şi de ea!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce păcat&lt;br /&gt;Că regăsirea ei m-a-ndurerat...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n loc s-o mai sărut -&lt;br /&gt;Cum aş fi vrut -&lt;br /&gt;Am început să plâng cu-adevărat!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta care se vindea&lt;br /&gt;De data asta, nu mai era Ea -&lt;br /&gt;Era doar vechea ei forografie,&lt;br /&gt;Pe care mi-o dăduse numai mie!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi-acum,&lt;br /&gt;Cred c-aţi ghicit cine era&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta care se vindea...&lt;br /&gt;Era chiar tïnereţea mea!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3778572629510000845?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3778572629510000845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=3778572629510000845' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3778572629510000845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3778572629510000845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/romanta-tineretii-ion-minulescu.html' title='Romanta tineretii-Ion Minulescu'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8446970711928793629</id><published>2009-09-09T20:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:15:49.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanatorul de zmeie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Cand l-am vazut prima data inalta zmeie pe plaja...m-a intrebat daca vreau sa incerc...i-am zambit neincrezatoare si i-am spus ca nu am mai facut asta niciodata...s-a entuziasmat atat la ideea ca o sa fie el cel care imi arata...in ochii lui se putea citi aceeasi bucurie pe care o are un copil cand ii dai ceva dulce..m-a luat de mana si m-a dus cativa metri mai incolo unde avea un rucsac din care a scos vreo 10 zmeie pe care le-a desfacut cu o dibacie si o grija care m-au facut sa zambesc...m-a pus sa aleg...fiecare zmeu avea ceva desenat pe el...erau atat de frumoase incat nu stiam pe care sa-l aleg...l-am rugat sa mi-l dea pe cel care ii place lui cel mai mult...mi-a dat un zmeu lila cu buline...era superb..mi-a zis ca dupa ce imi arata o sa facem intrecere..i-am zis ca nu e corect pentru ca el are experienta si eu nu, dar a venit langa mine si mi-a spus la ureche (desi nu mai era nimeni in preajma) ca o sa ma lase sa castig. Mi-a dar firul zmeului sa il tin in mana..si si-a pus mana peste a mea...mana lui aluneca atat de usor pe firul subtire al zmeului si o dirija si pe a mea...dupa ce zmeul s-a ridicat mi-a zis ca trebuie sa alergam...eram atat de fascinata incat nici nu mi-am dat seama cand a dat drumul la ata si si-a deschis repede un zmeu identic cu al meu pe care l-a ridicat cat ai clipi...nu mai stiam care e al meu si care e al lui..m-a apucat din nou de mana si am alergat asa pana am obosit...in timp ce ne jucam mi-a povestit ca atunci cand era mic il punea pe tatal lui sa-i cumpere materiale si le construia singur...mi-a zis ca are la el in camera o multime si ca nu ar renunta la ele niciodata...intotdeauna castiga concursurile care se organizau la el in oras..zmeul lui ramanea cel mai mult timp in zbor si intotdeauna reusea sa le doboare pe celelalte...mi-a propus sa facem schimb de zmeie...dar m-a mintit si mi le-a lasat mie pe amandoua...nici nu pot sa exprim in cuvinte ce simteam...ma simteam ca si cum as fi zburat si eu cu ele..cand toata aceasta calatorie s-a terminat am simtit nevoia sa-l imbratisez...imi oferise ceva foarte pretios...imi daduse ocazia sa ma simt libera si sa regasesc bucuria copilariei...l-am simtit atat de aproape...mi-a multumit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          Dupa m-a invitat la el sa imi arate colectia de zmeie...avea emotii...dar l-am pacalit ca am obosit si l-am pus sa ma ia in spate si m-am jucat in parul lui...s-a relaxat apoi...mi-a placut la el...nu era dezordine si mirosea a scortisoara...langa semineu avea un fotoliu in care mi-a zis ca ii place sa stea si sa citeasca...de la fereastra lui se vedea marea...intr-un bol avea bucati de ciocolata cu menta...s-a dus si a fiert vin sa ne incalzim...mi-a zis ca eram foarte frumoasa cand alergam cu zmeul si vantul se juca prin parul meu...am rosit...iar el a venit si m-a pupat pe frunte...ne-am asezat pe covor si am inceput sa povestim..nu mai stiu cand am adormit...stiu doar ca m-am trezit cu capul pe umarul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         P.s: De atunci ma hranesc in fiecare zi cu imbratisarea vanatorului de zmeie:) Ne mai jucam din cand in cand cu zmeiele si el mereu ma lasa sa castig:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8446970711928793629?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8446970711928793629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8446970711928793629' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8446970711928793629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8446970711928793629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanatorul-de-zmeie.html' title='Vanatorul de zmeie'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1475223143319011786</id><published>2009-09-06T20:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:29:35.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orez cu lapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ploua linistit...intr-o mana tinea castronasul visiniu in care matusa ei ii pusese orez cu lapte ornat cu dulceata de visine, iar in cealalta umbrela imensa cu personaje din desene animate...nu-si daduse seama cand se facuse noapte...nu era departe pana la ea acasa, dar simtea o oarecare teama in suflet...cand era mica mergea pe drumul ala si la ore mai tarzii..acum e mai putin curajoasa decat atunci...i se facuse frig...se gandea aiurea...la nimic..doar respira aerul umed si isi dorea sa ajunga acasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O masina trece in viteza si o stropeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Idiotule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu-si daduse seama ca in spatele ei merge cineva, cand deodata aude o voce si tresare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Pacat ca nu te-a auzit...merita "complimentul"...habar nu au ca pe strada mai sunt si oameni. Esti bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Da...doar putin uda. Dar o sa ajung repede acasa. Tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Eu iti priveam mersul...nu m-am gandit vreodata ca o sa-mi placa atat de mult mersul unei persoane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea tremura...nu mai stia daca de frig sau de emotie...inima ii batea cu putere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Multumesc...dar voiam sa zic ca tu...te cunosc din seara aia cand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:...eram ametit. Mi-e si rusine cand imi amintesc...facusem pariu cu un prieten si a trebuit sa beau o bere..de obicei nu beau...si am ametit imediat...Da-mi voie sa te ajut cu umbrela...ai ambele maini ocupate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mergeam unul langa altul...el tinea umbrela aplecata mai mult spre ea si zambea...mergeau foarte apropiati, incat aproape ca isi simteam bataile inimii unul altuia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Te-am privit mult in seara aia..aveai ceva special..habar nu am ce...aveam mare noroc ca nu ma vedeai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Asta crezi tu...mi-a placut foarte tare ca mi-ai zambit cand am intrat...l-am simtit ca fiind foarte sincer acel zambet...voiam sa intreb cine esti...dar am avut mare noroc ca ai strigat "tati" si atunci am realizat ca stau la aceeasi masa cu tatal tau...m-am speriat..ma intrebam: "Oare a obsevat ca ii priveam fiica insistent?" Imi era si rusine..mai ales de faptul ca eram ametit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Te asigur eu ca nu a observat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fara sa-si dea seama ea il luase de brat si se ghemuise langa el..ii era destul de frig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: In ce directie mergi?Sa nu te retin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Te conduc...vreau sa stiu ca ai ajuns in siguranta acasa...Imi place sa stau cu tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea a zambit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Dar ce tii cu atata grija in mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Orezul cu lapte pe care mi l-a dat matusa mea...nu m-a lasat sa plec fara el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Imi plac matusile iubitoare...sunt foarte simpatice. Si orezul cu lapte imi place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au mai mers putin timp in care niciunul nu a spus nimic...doar se priveau si isi zambeau ca doi complici...au ajuns la ea acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Se pare ca am ajuns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Da..din pacate:) Mi-a facut placere sa te intalnesc. Sper sa ne mai vedem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Staaaai..unde vrei sa fugi? Daca nu ai treaba te invit la mine sa mancam impreuna orezul cu lapte. O sa-ti placa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Hai..te rog. O sa am mai multa pofta cu tine..plus ca ai zis ca-ti place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Mi-ar face placere. Multumesc de invitatie..sincer nu ma asteptam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Crezi ca mi-e teama de ce o sa barfeasca vecina ca te-a vazut intrand la mine la ora asta? Stai linistit..parintii mei sunt acasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incep amandoi sa rada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1475223143319011786?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1475223143319011786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1475223143319011786' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1475223143319011786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1475223143319011786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/09/orez-cu-lapte.html' title='Orez cu lapte'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1268824702108073326</id><published>2009-08-24T12:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:54:40.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Am de mai mult timp inceputul asta de poveste in arhiva...dar nu am terminat-o pentru ca nu stiu exact cum..asa ca m-am gandit sa o transform intr-o leapsa si sa va rog pe voi sa-mi scrieti continuarea povestii, asa cum o vedeti voi, si sa-i indemnati si pe altii sa o faca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubirea asta e ca mirosul de scortisoara...e puternica si te imbata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maine am sa ma intorc...nu mai rade, nu te mint...stiu ca asta  am facut de mii de ori de cand te-am intalnit, dar maine nu va mai fi asa...am sa fiu aici si nu o sa mai plec...da..stiu...sunt un nemernic mincinos...dar de ce ma iubesti? Sa nu pleci...nu-ti cer sa ma crezi, dar te rog sa nu pleci...nu as suporta...in ciuda tuturor lucrurilor te iubesc..sper ca stii asta...sunt un idiot..iarta-ma. Maine am sa ma intorc..promit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maine am sa ma intorc...promit!" Prostule...de o saptamana numai asta stii sa zici..cred ca habar nu ai cat esti de penibil..probabil crezi ca ar merge cu zaharelul daca nu as sti unde esti cu adevarat...nici nu sti sa minti..esti un copil. Dar am sa te invat eu minte...ai noroc ca am auzit cand vorbeai cu Andrei la telefon si ii povesteai in ce mod super-original o sa ne casatorim noi maine...Poftim? Casatorie? Si eu de ce nu stiu? Apoi m-am prins eu ca tu voiai sa-mi faci o surpriza...dar nu te pricepi copilule sa minti...nu te pricepi deloc..dar pentru asta te iubesc eu asa de mult! Dar o sperietura nu strica nimanui...asa ca o sa merg eu acum frumos si o sa-mi fac bagajelul ca tu sa crezi ca te-am parasit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chiar credeai ca va tine minciuna ta? Am aflat ca ma inseli...nu are rost sa te mai prefaci si sa-mi zici mereu ca maine ai sa te intorci. Adio. Nu ma cauta... Anca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://doar-putina-magie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://dreamer-girls-land.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ioana&lt;/a&gt; ma ajutati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1268824702108073326?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1268824702108073326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1268824702108073326' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1268824702108073326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1268824702108073326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapsa_28.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-9062222707349183472</id><published>2009-08-20T21:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:12:52.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubire cu gust de scortisoara:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/So2TNIFCijI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IlBdlDzohSU/s1600-h/Picture+556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/So2TNIFCijI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IlBdlDzohSU/s320/Picture+556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111784239073842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asta era casuta lor de pe plaja..micuta...acoperis din paie si pereti din pamant..interiorul era compus dintr-o saltea pe care dormeau foarte rar deoarece de ce le mai multe ori adormeau imbratisati in hamac...mai aveau o masuta la care mancau si doua scaunele impletite de ei..pe perete mai aveau o oglinda unde se uita ea in fiecare dimineata dupa ce el ii impletea coditele, de fiecare data sub alt mod..avea atata imaginatie...aveau un singur vecin...batranelul de 80 ani care le si inchiriase casuta pentru 3 luni cu conditia sa-i faca si lui cumparaturi in satul apropiat care era la 6 km si sa mai treaca din cand in cand pe la el sa le spuna povesti...de cele mai multe ori li se facea pofta de ciocolata...pe la jumatatea drumului ea obosea si el o lua in spate..uneori cand erau mai odihniti se jucau alergatea...intotdeauna o lasa pe ea sa castige...cand mergeau la magazin si el nu era atent ea cumpara mereu ingrediente sa-i faca bomboane raffaelo, care erau preferatele lui...pentru fiecare bomboana o pupa de cate zece ori:) In camera lor mirosea mereu a scortisoara...Ea dormea mereu mai mult decat el si intotdeauna cand deschidea ochii somnoroasa il surprindea cum o priveste zambind tembel si cu un buchet de nuferi in mana..in fiecare dimineata ii culegea nuferi..erau florile ei preferate...aveau in curte si cateva vite cu struguri...si intr-o zi s-au gandit sa faca must..desi nu se priceapeau deloc le-a iesit...cand se certau nu dura mai mult de doua minute si el se ducea si o gadilea pana ce nu se mai putea opri din ras...intr-o zi si-au facut inele din plante si pentru ea o cornita din nuferi si s-au jucat de-a casatoria...batranelul a fost martorul juramintelor lor...micul dejun il pregateau intotdeauna impreuna..ei ii placea foarte mult cum citea el si de aceea il punea mereu sa-i citeasca din cartile pe care le adusese cu ei...de multe ori el renunta sa citeasca din carte si ii spunea povesti pe care si le imagina...uneori erau chiar despre ei doi, insa ea era atat de cuprinsa de vocea lui incat tarziu isi dadea seama. Nu aveau telefon..sunau doar o data pe saptamna de la telefonul din magazin sa le spuna parintilor ca sunt bine...ea nu stia sa innoate...s-a chinuit vreo saptamana sa o invete, asta si pentru ca ea nu-si dadea interesul...ii era mai comod sa stea in spatele lui si sa o rasfete...insa cand a reusit sa invete ii propunea mereu sa faca intrecere pe porunci...stia ca oricum o lasa sa castige....se trezeau mai mereu sa vada rasaritul...intr-o zi le-a zis batranelul ca va fi ploaie de stele...nu au dormit deloc si pana dimineata au numarat 100 de stele cazatoare...toate dorintele si le-au pus impreuna..intr- zi s-au apucat sa-si povesteasca despre vechile lor relatii...cat au mai ras...ea i-a dezvaluit ca pe la 10 ani era indragostita de soferul cu care mergea la scoala, iar el ca era indragostit de prietena surorii sale mai mari..cand se plictiseau impleteau la bratari pe care le faceau cadou turistilor care mai treceau din cand in cand pe acolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Iubirea lor avea gust de scortisoara...:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-9062222707349183472?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/9062222707349183472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=9062222707349183472' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/9062222707349183472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/9062222707349183472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Iubire cu gust de scortisoara:)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/So2TNIFCijI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IlBdlDzohSU/s72-c/Picture+556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-527622491260294258</id><published>2009-08-17T23:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:40:43.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost...</title><content type='html'>Fiecare cuvant s-a evaporat putin cate putin, iar amintirile au venit una cate una si s-au furisat in sufletul ei...ar vrea sa mai guste macar o data buzele lui de copil...cum o privea...abia acum realizeaza...e ca si cum ar fi privit-o ieri..ce sentiment ciudat...parea ca o priveste pe furis..si ii zambea cand ea il surprindea...prima data s-au luat de mana la trecerea de pietoni...a fost atat de firesc...el a intarziat la prima intalnire...cata grija ii purta la inceput...s-au despartit cu un sarut...nu stie ce vrea acum..poate nimic..nu e trista...cand se intalnesc o pupa pe obraz mereu...ea are fluturi in stomac. El?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-527622491260294258?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/527622491260294258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=527622491260294258' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/527622491260294258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/527622491260294258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/08/fost.html' title='A fost...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5549776707901240194</id><published>2009-08-10T17:56:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:33:36.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 dorinte=5 poze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa de la Alexandra...5 dorinte exprimate prin 5 poze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoA2UWjXKJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rE3F2VIa8kY/s1600-h/mainidecatif300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoA2UWjXKJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rE3F2VIa8kY/s320/mainidecatif300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368350479104813202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFv0I9RAbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1sAg1f_zeyo/s1600-h/art_113122_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFv0I9RAbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1sAg1f_zeyo/s320/art_113122_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368695172350673330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoA1_rXFBPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Tflh8sdmGkQ/s1600-h/plaja_07172247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoA1_rXFBPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Tflh8sdmGkQ/s320/plaja_07172247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368350123913184498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFyn1UJxmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Zkrb2KRjdao/s1600-h/nuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFyn1UJxmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Zkrb2KRjdao/s320/nuna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368698259454412386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFvtTB30vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UEqhIrshnQw/s1600-h/ploaia_de_stele_va_fi_vazuta_si_de_aradeni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoFvtTB30vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UEqhIrshnQw/s320/ploaia_de_stele_va_fi_vazuta_si_de_aradeni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368695054795264754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa merge la Pic si la Catalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5549776707901240194?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5549776707901240194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5549776707901240194' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5549776707901240194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5549776707901240194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-dorinte5-poze.html' title='5 dorinte=5 poze'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SoA2UWjXKJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rE3F2VIa8kY/s72-c/mainidecatif300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-24813594124873721</id><published>2009-08-10T14:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:34:04.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citesc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dreamer-girls-land.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ioana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mi-a dat o leapsa si trebuie sa recomand cuiva o carte. Am citit multe carti care mi-au placut dar cartea mea de suflet ramane "Vanatorii de zmeie" de Khaled Hosseini si o recomand Catalinei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, tu cui si ce recomanzi?:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-24813594124873721?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/24813594124873721/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=24813594124873721' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sulina...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SnCSsUI5vOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uRjMVPcKv_g/s72-c/Picture+556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1092310446087008657</id><published>2009-07-26T15:36:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:13:39.218+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighisoara :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxWLfp8w5I/AAAAAAAAANs/Lsq8mY150e0/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxP4a35JOI/AAAAAAAAANM/rTc2V_IKwgk/s320/Picture+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362749086996440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxPtcS_P8I/AAAAAAAAANE/Cgtz0oh_h-o/s1600-h/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxPtcS_P8I/AAAAAAAAANE/Cgtz0oh_h-o/s320/Picture+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362748898399961026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxPEMeTlVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vgjt6D9Ccsg/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxPEMeTlVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vgjt6D9Ccsg/s320/Picture+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362748189777827154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxOwpS1FWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UvASXDCJT1A/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxOwpS1FWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UvASXDCJT1A/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362747853916935522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si a fost Sighisoara...si a fost superb...si mai vreau:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chiar si cu bilet de tren fara loc...chiar si cu oameni nebuni:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A fost putin, dar concentrat:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1092310446087008657?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1092310446087008657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1092310446087008657' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1092310446087008657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1092310446087008657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/07/sighisoara-x.html' title='Sighisoara :X'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SmxWLfp8w5I/AAAAAAAAANs/Lsq8mY150e0/s72-c/Picture+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5539789350888856294</id><published>2009-07-04T19:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:56:57.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M-am saturat ca fiecare discutie sa se termine cu un tipat, cu un repros...m-am saturat sa ma doara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5539789350888856294?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5539789350888856294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5539789350888856294' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5539789350888856294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5539789350888856294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/07/m-am-saturat-ca-fiecare-discutie-sa-se.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6481181110038595559</id><published>2009-06-26T22:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:16:28.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...dor e atunci cand iti lipseste sarutul de pe varful nasului si cand nu mai ai unde sa te cuibaresti ca un copil rasfatat si sa te lasi mangaiat...e dor cand ii cauti gropitele pe fata altor trecatori sau cand iti amintesti ca iti zicea "maimutica"...e dor de afectiune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6481181110038595559?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6481181110038595559/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6481181110038595559' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6481181110038595559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6481181110038595559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1016563239531447830</id><published>2009-06-19T22:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:26:49.443+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Leapsa mai veche de la Mara...imi cer scuze pentru intarziere:D sa vedem ce iese..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o luna, as fi fost... martie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o zi a saptamanii, as fi fost...sambata.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei, as fi fost...dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal marin, as fi fost...delfin.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o directie, as fi fost... spre Sulina:X&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute, as fi fost...ingaduinta.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o personalitate istorica, as fi fost... -&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta, as fi fost... Venus.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un lichid, as fi fost...apa.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra, as fi fost...acvamarin.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare, as fi fost...porumbel.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta, as fi fost... floare de colt.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme, as fi fost... ceva intre...nici calduroasa, nici rece.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un instrument muzical, as fi fost...&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o emotie, as fi fost...-&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sunet, as fi fost...sunetul picaturilor de ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un element, as fi fost...-&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec, as fi fost...I remember-Damien Rice.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film, as fi fost...-&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un serial, as fi fost... -&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o carte, as fi fost...Vanatorii de zmeie-Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un scriitor, as fi fost... Mircea Eliade.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de fictiune, as fi fost... -&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un fel de mancare, as fi fost...Inghetata cu pepene galben sau caramel(ce pofta imi e)&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un oras, as fi fost... Sighisoara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust, as fi fost...dulceag&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o aroma, as fi fost... scortisoara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare, as fi fost...lila.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un material, as fi fost...-&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cuvant, as fi fost...speranta.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului, as fi fost... deget.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetei, as fi fost...privire.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o materie de scoala, as fi fost...sport:)) (ca sa nu imi mai iasa media 9)&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de desene animate, as fi fost...-&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma geometrica, as fi fost...ceva abstract.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar as fi fost... 23.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un mijloc de transport, as fi fost...vapor.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o haina, as fi fost...pantaloni scurti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge la cine vrea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1016563239531447830?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1016563239531447830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1016563239531447830' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1016563239531447830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1016563239531447830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5322122205771024696</id><published>2009-06-15T21:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:23:18.472+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si doare cand nu te simti bine in propriul tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5322122205771024696?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5322122205771024696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5322122205771024696' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5322122205771024696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5322122205771024696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6189884437538384984</id><published>2009-05-30T19:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:57:24.963+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astazi ce cautai acolo? Ai venit sa-mi amintesti ca zambesti frumos?Ai reusit din plin...din pacate...Nici prin cap nu-mi trecea mie de dimineata ca te voi gasi acolo, mai zamberet ca niciodata. Ma enerveaza prezenta ta pentru ca nu pot sa ma controlez, drept dovada cred ca m-am intors de zeci de ori sa te vad...penibil. Ce am vazut? Acelasi zambet, pe aceleasi buze, care acum ceva timp ma minteau ca ti-e dor de mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6189884437538384984?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6189884437538384984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6189884437538384984' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6189884437538384984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6189884437538384984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/astazi-ce-cautai-acolo-ai-venit-sa-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-5214026216575195738</id><published>2009-05-27T16:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:19:12.894+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asta era planul nostru...Te urasc! Te urasc pe tine, iti urasc zambetul, imbratisarea, minciunile, sentimentele, te urasc pentu ce ma faci sa simt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-5214026216575195738?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5214026216575195738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=5214026216575195738' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5214026216575195738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/5214026216575195738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/asta-era-planul-nostru.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2709974745871660676</id><published>2009-05-22T20:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:35:33.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Necunoscuta care se vindea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parfum dezordonat de primavara...in camera lui de o simplitate ciudata...se gandea la nimic...sau poate nu voia sa recunoasca ca nescunoscuta pe care o intalnise azi ii invadase simturile...Pana azi viata nu era decat...o casa mare, niste parinti aproape perfecti, o masina nu prea scumpa, facultatea de drept, cluburi, o prietena aparent iubitoare, vacante...intr-un cuvant simpla...cand a vazut-o pe trotuar i-a atras atentia...de obicei tot ce e in  jur ii este indiferent..a oprit masina si a privit-o...mult...vreo 10 min. Agitatia ei era o provocare pentru el, dar zambetul era fals...iar ochii plini de tristete. Ea l-a surprins ca o priveste, dar si-a intors rusinata capul...peste 2 minute necunoscuta se si urcase intr-o masina..atunci a inteles...necunoscuta se vindea...probabil pe un pret absurd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce-i pasa lui?Rade de propria slabiciune si pleaca...convins ca nu-si va mai aminti niciodata...dar acum...pentru prima oara in viata se intreaba DE CE?Pentru prima oara il dezgusta simplitatea vietii sale...si se gandeste si la altii...Sta pur si simplu in patul ala fals, cu mainile incrucisate sub cap si se gandeste...il sperie gandul ca in 20 de ani nu aflase nici macar a100-a parte din ce e viata...Ce avea necunoscuta care se vindea atat de special?Poate ca din contra...problema era ca nu are nimic...doar un trup...demult murdar. Se gandeste ca probabil ea ar rade de el daca ar merge sa ii spuna ca ii pasa de viata ei...plus ca nu ar avea suficient curaj sa faca intr-adevar ceva bun pentru ea...n-ar putea sa-si manjeasca viata ajutand-o pe ea...el e fericit, in curand va termina facultatea, va avea o slujba de invidiat si o sotie minunata. Ce ii pasa lui de necunoscuta care se vindea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intr-adevar nu i-a pasat..era prea egoist si prea fricos sa ia o decizie pe propria raspundere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ani trecuti de atunci...viata monotona...insa din ce in ce mai multa nesiguranta...singuratate...fulgerator necunoscuta care se vindea ii apare in minte...era dezgustat de propria viata...acum mai aparuse si acest gand...inima ii tresare...si nu are decat o dorinta..sa o vada pe necunoscuta...dar unde?ia cheile si pleaca la intamplare pe strazi...sperand sa o gaseasca..."la serviciu"...aproape ca nu constientiza...opreste din instinct la culoarea rosu a semaforului...paralel cu el opreste inca o masina...se uita...coboara...o priveste...tu esti..."necunoscuta care se vindea" spune ea...timp de cateva minute nimeni nu zice nimic...era neclar, dar parca amandoi intelegeau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Tu...esti bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Inteleg ce vrei sa stii...nu, acest trup si-a schimbat serviciul...de vreo 2 ani...din ziua aia cand un necunoscut l-a privit altfel decat ca pe un obiect de vazare la un pret absurd. Iti multumesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Nu spune nimic...stiu ca ce a fost nu pot sterge cu buretele, insa sunt mandra ca am renuntat...si am invatat sa nu-mi mai pese de ceea ce cred oamenii rautaciosi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Esti curajoasa...eu nu am fost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Ce vrei sa spui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Stii...atunci mi-as fi dorit sa vin la tine si sa te ajut...dar viata mea perfecta nu a stiut sa ma invete ce sa fac. Mi-a fost frica...iarta-ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Nu am de ce sa te iert...chiar iti multumesc. Daca ii datorez cuiva ca am am o slujba unde sunt respectata, acela esti tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Nu a fost decat o privire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea: Poate...dar cand in privirea aia simti admiratie, cand privirea aia te face sa te simti chiar si pentru cateva minute iubita, poate schimba totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El: Imi dai voie sa te imbratisez?Am nevoie sa simt caldura unui om sincer...poate o sa razi dar mama sau iubita mea m-au imbratisat intotdeauna superficial, de teama sa nu isi strice tinutele perfecte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:Esti inca un copil...vino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Epilog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De multe ori in viata suntem "el"...poate de mai multe ori pe zi...si nu facem nimic, poate din simplul motiv ca noi credem ca trebuie sa facem lucruri mari...ne vedem prea neputinciosi sa rezolvam probleme atat de mari, dar nu stim ca totul poate incepe cu un zambet sau cu o privire sincera...daca fiecare am contribui cu cate putin am putea cladi acel lucru mare care ar rezolva multe probleme...dar de multe ori ne e teama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Poate de la fel de multe ori suntem intr-o situatie asemanatoare cu a "ei"...si poate nu stim sa ne agatam de acea privire "sa crestem"....de multe ori asteptam ca motivatie ceva mare, dar asta e doar o scuza de a nu o lua de la inceput...e o amanare fara sens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Si indiferent de situatie avem nevoie de vointa, de curaj si de dorinta de a schimba ceva..pentru noi sau pentru ceilalti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2709974745871660676?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2709974745871660676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2709974745871660676' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2709974745871660676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2709974745871660676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/necunoscuta-care-se-vindea.html' title='Necunoscuta care se vindea'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2226698355253440303</id><published>2009-05-19T20:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:22:12.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nu, nu, nu...de acum nu-mi va mai fi niciodata dor. Oamenii sunt prea rai, sentimentele sunt prea putine, iar eu sunt prea naiva...termina cafeaua aia odata, inchide fereastra, arunca-ti amintirile siropoase la gunoi, stinge tigara ca oricum nu sti sa fumezi, scuipa regretele si nu mai pune dracu la suflet chiar totul!Nu vezi ca astia se joaca cu sentimentele tale?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pe birou-dezordine, pe podea-carti, pe scaun-haine, in suflet-amalgan de stari. Un pui de om negociaza la birou cu sufletul...contractul trebuie reinnoit...azi a expirat si se gandesc la o prelungire...in cele trei luni de proba a fost bine. Puiul de om a inteles azi ca fara acel contract poate ceda...asa ca desi pare sa tina la pret, mai mult ca sigur va accepta oferta sufletului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufletul: "Ce vrei pt urmatorul an?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puiul de om: "Vreau sa zambesc, sa nu mai imi pese, nu mai vreau sa plang, vreau sa iubesc, fara minciuni, multe imbratisari, vreau sa fiu bun cu cine merita si indiferent cu cine nu, mai mult curaj, libertate...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufletul: Stii...e destul de complicat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puiul de om: "Complicat???Hai sa iti rezum ce am zis...nu trebuie decat sa te schimbi tu..asa ca e cat se poate de simplu. Fara comentarii, fara e cam complicat...pt ca daca ma enervezi s-ar putea sa te trec in categoria celor care nu merita si sa nu imi mai pese de tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufletul: Esti nervos..nu stii ce spui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puiul de om: Deci?Incheiem afacerea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufletul:Da, dar cu conditia ca afacerea sa fie administrata de mine, cu promisiunea ca vei fi multumit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puiul de om: Fie..Batem palma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Din gandurile sufletului: "Ce dificili sunt oameni...vin sa se certe cu tine, se dau rotunzi...cand de fapt sunt doar nervosi ca au avut o zi proasta. Au sufletul inundat de dor si vor sa para puternici, se mint pe ei ca nu le pasa, dar de fapt au acel parfum injectat in fiecare particica a corpului...promit ca vor fi duri si ca nu vor mai suferi si la prima piedica cedeaza....incearca sa actioneze cum le dicteaza mintea, dar tot cu sufletul iau decizii. Cred ca pot sa se descurce si singuri, dar cauta in imbratisari putere...oamenii..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2226698355253440303?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2226698355253440303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2226698355253440303' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2226698355253440303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2226698355253440303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_19.html' title='...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8432473441100064440</id><published>2009-05-11T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:25:06.704+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si tot mi se mai face dor din cand in cand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8432473441100064440?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8432473441100064440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8432473441100064440' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8432473441100064440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8432473441100064440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_11.html' title='...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6013387666300005214</id><published>2009-05-09T20:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:40:36.439+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/blueaqua/f87d85ba191a0a"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_f87d85ba191a0a(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September - Cry for you&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca sufletul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandrei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fredoneazaTaxi-Ea inca ma iubeste...al meu fredoneaza September-Cry for you...insa nu cu vreun scop anume. Nu plange pentru nimeni, doar ii place melodia:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cine doreste este invitat sa ne impartaseasca si noua ce mai fredoneaza sufletul lui:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6013387666300005214?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6013387666300005214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6013387666300005214' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6013387666300005214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6013387666300005214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8788408564767203951</id><published>2009-04-28T21:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:09:18.015+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se pare ca Leapsa iar e la moda ca am mai primit una si azi de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://vine-valu--adio-calu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pare a fi un chestionar:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ia cartea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; cea mai aproape de tine,deschide la pagina 18, si găseşte rândul 4.&lt;br /&gt;"...ceea ce m-a pus pe ganduri, mai ales ca exista o sala de asteptare aproape normala..." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viata pe un peron&lt;/span&gt;-Octavian Paler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Intinde-ti bratul stang pe spate cat de mult poti. Ce atingi?&lt;br /&gt;Nimic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Care a fost ultima emisiune pe care ai vazut-o la Tv?&lt;br /&gt;Cronica Carcotasilor (cred:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Fara sa te uiti la ceas, spune ce ora este?&lt;br /&gt;19.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Acum uita-te la ceas. Ce ora e?&lt;br /&gt;19.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Cand ai facut ultimul pas afara? Ce faceai?&lt;br /&gt;Acum vreo juma de ora. Vorbeam cu tati;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Inainte sa incepi chestionarul acesta, ce ai facut?&lt;br /&gt;Am citit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ce porti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Tricou si pantaloni de training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Ai visat noaptea trecuta?&lt;br /&gt;Da.(mereu visez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Cand ai ras ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;Azi? Nu mai stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ce e pe peretii camerei in care te aflii?&lt;br /&gt;Un tablou si un ceas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Care e ultimul film pe care l-ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;Ratiune si simtire (dar nu pe tot:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Daca ai deveni multi-milionar peste noapte ce ai face cu banii?&lt;br /&gt;Habar n-am...oricum nu o sa devin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) La ce te gandesti acum?&lt;br /&gt;La ce as face cu banii daca as deveni multi-milionar:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Daca ti-ai putea pune o dorinta, si stii ca se va indeplini, care ar fi aceea?&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa mi-o pun in gand:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Imagineaza-ti ca primul tau copil este o fata, cum ai vrea sa o cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Imagineaza-ti ca primul tau copil este un baiat, cum ai vrea sa il cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Gata. asta a fost tot. Mai vrei?&lt;br /&gt;Da:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://dreamer-girls-land.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ioana.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8788408564767203951?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8788408564767203951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8788408564767203951' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8788408564767203951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8788408564767203951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa_28.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4924837047041108982</id><published>2009-04-28T13:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:00:25.085+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramasesem in urma cu o leapsa de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://summerisback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...asa ca sa vedem ce iese:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Available&lt;/span&gt;: mai mereu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;: 18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoyance&lt;/span&gt;: prefacatoria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allergic&lt;/span&gt;: la anumite categorii de oameni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt;: caine (imi place, nu sunt):))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor&lt;/span&gt;: daca am un defect, e ca nu retin nume:D, cu atat mai putin de actori&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt;: Redd's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday/Birthplace&lt;/span&gt;: 23.02.1991, Pucioasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Friends: &lt;/span&gt;Alexandra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body part on opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;: mainile?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;: cand El te ia prin surprindere pe strada:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blind or deaf&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best weather&lt;/span&gt;: nici prea cald, nici prea frig:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been in love&lt;/span&gt;: asa putin:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been bitched out&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on stage:&lt;/span&gt; da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in yourself:&lt;/span&gt; uneori da, uneori nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in life on others planets&lt;/span&gt;: sa zicem da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in miracles&lt;/span&gt;: da:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in magic: &lt;/span&gt;da, dar cum a zis si mara nu in vrajitorii:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in God&lt;/span&gt;: Da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in Satan&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in Santa: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;da;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in evolution&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car&lt;/span&gt;: o impart cu tati (de fapt el o imparte cu mine, ca e a lui)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy:&lt;/span&gt; Ciocolata:X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt;: n-am preferinte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cried in school&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate/ Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;: ciocolata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese/Mexican:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cake or pie&lt;/span&gt;: amandoua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countries to visit&lt;/span&gt;: cat mai multe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day or night&lt;/span&gt;: noapte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream vehicle&lt;/span&gt;: nu am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danced&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danced in the middle of the street&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do the splits&lt;/span&gt;: - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eggs&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;: caprui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone has:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever failed a class&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First crush&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full name&lt;/span&gt;: Denisa Prundaru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thoughts walking up&lt;/span&gt;: ce gropite avea:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;: nu sunt mofturoasa:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruits&lt;/span&gt;: pepene galben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greatest Fear&lt;/span&gt;: de singuratate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giver or taker&lt;/span&gt;: giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gum&lt;/span&gt;: nu ma dau in vant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get along with your parents&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good luck charms&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Colour&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: micuta&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;: da:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt;: cat mai multe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you want to die&lt;/span&gt;: nu ma gandesc la asta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health freak&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; (in guys/girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye colour&lt;/span&gt;: negrii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair colour&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;: potrivit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clothing style&lt;/span&gt;: nu pot fi obiectiva:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;: da:X caramel:x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instrument&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewerly&lt;/span&gt;: port, dar nu ma pasioneaza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;: inca astept sa vad daca m-au acceptat:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;: 1 sau 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kickboxing or karat&lt;/span&gt;e: karate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep a jurnal:&lt;/span&gt; nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longest car ride&lt;/span&gt;: nu mai stiu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;: cam dificila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter&lt;/span&gt;: mi-ar placea:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;: da, dar nu tine:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk flavour&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;: Before sunrise, Before sunset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mooned anyone&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage:&lt;/span&gt; peste vreo cativa ani:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motion sickness&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mcd's or BK&lt;/span&gt;: Mcd's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number of Siblings&lt;/span&gt;: 0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number of piercings&lt;/span&gt;: 0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number&lt;/span&gt;: n-am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overused phrases&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One wish&lt;/span&gt;: sa merg pe o insula pustie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One phobia&lt;/span&gt;: sa dansez:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place you'd like to live&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi/Coke&lt;/span&gt;: Pepsi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quail&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questionnaires&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason to cry&lt;/span&gt;: cand oameni nu sunt asa cum ma asteptam eu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality Tv&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radio Station&lt;/span&gt;: Kiss Fm, Europa Fm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rol your tongue in a circle:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt;: mai multe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size&lt;/span&gt;: 37&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sush&lt;/span&gt;i: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skipped school&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept outside&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen a dead body&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoked&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower daily&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing wel&lt;/span&gt;l: dezastru:))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the shower&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swear&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuffed animal&lt;/span&gt;s: cutu:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single/group dates&lt;/span&gt;: single&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberries/Blueberries&lt;/span&gt;: amandoua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scientists need to invent:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time for bed&lt;/span&gt;: dupa posibilitati:))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thunderstorms&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch your tongue to your nose&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under the influence&lt;/span&gt;: cateodata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;: da&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegetable you hate:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegetable you love&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocation spot&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weakness&lt;/span&gt;: da...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you grow up&lt;/span&gt;: o sa vreau sa fiu mica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which one of your friends acts more like you&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who makes you laugh the most&lt;/span&gt;: Alexandra clar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst feeling&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted to be a mode&lt;/span&gt;l: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do we go when we die&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk with a book on your head&lt;/span&gt;: nu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Rays&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year it is now&lt;/span&gt;: 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow:&lt;/span&gt; ce galben?:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoo animal&lt;/span&gt;: maimuta:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zodiac sign&lt;/span&gt;: pesti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept in a bed beside you? Alexandra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See you cry? nu mai stiu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the movies with you? Tati:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You went to the mall with? nu mai stiu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You went to dinner with? :-?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You talked to on the phone? Alexandra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made you laugh? mami&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://vine-valu--adio-calu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4924837047041108982?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4924837047041108982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4924837047041108982' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4924837047041108982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4924837047041108982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-193985235035349977</id><published>2009-04-27T19:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:01:20.689+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa vina vara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; asteapta nerabdatoare sa vina vara, asa ca a inventat o leapsa:) Si eu vreau sa vina vara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa dorm mai mult (desi Alexandra ma va intrece in fiecare zi sigur:D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa ne "destrabalam" pe undeva:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa ma indragostesc la semafor:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa barfim si sa ne amintim chestii...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa bem 3 in 1 (chiar daca are E-uri)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa dorm cu geamul deschis pentru ca e prea cald&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa nu stim care la care vine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa facem si lista de la leapsa Alexandrei:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si sa fie vara noastra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa poate sa o ia oricine vrea sa vina vara:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-193985235035349977?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/193985235035349977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=193985235035349977' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/193985235035349977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/193985235035349977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/sa-vina-vara.html' title='Sa vina vara...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4314890096256326064</id><published>2009-04-21T18:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:18:53.248+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnalul unui zambet partea II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si totusi uneori o dau si eu in bara, fara sa vreau...e ciudat, dar chiar de curand am facut-o. O domnisoara urma sa vorbeasca in fata mai multor oameni si se cam temea sa faca lucrul asta. In timp ce ma gandeam cum sa o ajut am zarit in primul rand un tanar simpatic si m-am gandit sa ma furisez pe buzele lui pt a o incuraja...a functionat imediat...desi putin confuza la inceput, fata si-a revenit si a prins curaj. Insa cred ca am exagerat, deoarece pe langa faptul ca am incurajat-o...am facut-o sa se indragosteasca de baiat...sau mai zis de mine...de amandoi. Am vrut sa ma retrag discret, dar baiatul nu-mi mai dadea voie..asa ca a trebuit sa-mi fac jocul pana la capat...si sa accept rezultatul...fata il placea pe baiat.Am fost fericit crezand ca tocmai am reusit sa dau nastere unei frumoase povesti de dragoste. In cateva zile nu mai aveam niciun dubiu...cei doi s-au intalnit si exista o atractie speciala intre ei...eu continuam sa-mi fac jocul si lucrurile mergeau bine...fara sa-mi dau seama ca de fapt fata era indragostita de mine. Le invadasem sangele la amandoi...isi zambeau prosteste tot timpul...chiar si atunci cand se sarutau, gaseau un motiv si inceapeau sa rada...zambeau cand se tineau de mana, cand vorbeau, cand se intalneau, cand se imbratisau...mereu. N-a durat nicio saptamana..si baiatul m-a alungat fara motiv...nu mi-a explicat nici mie, nici ei...a fost egoist. Fata nu a zis nimic...dar nu stie decat ca isi vrea zambetul inapoi...ma vrea pe mine, dar nu pe alte buze...decat pe ale lui...zice ca sunt special atunci cand stau pe buzele iubitului ei...fostului ei iubit...habar nu am ce sa fac...nu-mi place ca o vad trista. Desi aparent nu i-a pasat, i se face dor..si acum ii e dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4314890096256326064?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4314890096256326064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4314890096256326064' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4314890096256326064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4314890096256326064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/jurnalul-unui-zambet-partea-ii.html' title='Jurnalul unui zambet partea II'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1142211108888279322</id><published>2009-04-18T19:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:32:29.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iepuras darnic:)</title><content type='html'>Zambet ironic...multumesc. Iepurasul mi-a dat o lectie de viata...e folositoare, nu sunt trista.&lt;br /&gt;As plange, sa-mi eliberez dezamagirea din suflet...dar mai bine zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc pentru portia intreaga de imbratisari, pentru zambete, priviri, gropite, multumesc pentru felul special cum ma tineai de mana...si pentru pupicii jucausi cu care imi rasfatai nasul.&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa raman cu ce a fost bun...si o sa-mi amintesc doar ultima intalnire in care nu mai imi dadeai voie sa plec, fapt ce doveste ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te simteai bine in compania mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate acum ar trebui sa arunc cu vorbe pline de noroi si sa tip ca nu ma meriti..dar pentru ce? Astea sunt copilarii...prefer sa zambesc, pentru ca stiu ca sunt persoane care tin la mine si vor sa ma stie zambind. Cat despre acel "nu prea" nu m-a durat...pentru ca stiu ca nu e adevarat...doar o scuza salvatoare. Dar pana la urma nu asa suntem toti oamenii?:))Pentru ce sa spunem un adevar complicat, cand putem sa ne folosim de o scuza ieftina?&lt;br /&gt;Daca as zice ca nu ma doare deloc as mintii, iar mie nu-mi place sa mint:) Acum o sa-mi reiau linistita lectura cartii "As vrea sa ma astepte si pe mine cineva...", deoarece nu se mai contrazice cu realitatea:) La piesa de sambata o sa merg si fara tine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paste Fericit tuturor!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1142211108888279322?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1142211108888279322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1142211108888279322' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1142211108888279322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1142211108888279322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/04/iepuras-darnic.html' title='Iepuras darnic:)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-9026552055395130059</id><published>2009-03-26T20:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:24:14.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Azi am fost fericita...a fost o fericire sincera, venita din suflet:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-9026552055395130059?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/9026552055395130059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=9026552055395130059' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/9026552055395130059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/9026552055395130059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4510039644622079013</id><published>2009-03-23T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:38:11.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre prosteala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una din placerile mele, care s-a transformat sau e pe cale de a se transforma in dependenta, este de a ma prostii...in principal prin modul in care vorbesc...o fac de obicei cu persoane apropiate si e un mod de a cere atentie, afectiune..cred. Desi mie imi da oarecum satisfactie aceasta prosteala, cei din jurul meu par mai degraba deranjati:D(Alexandra stie:) Cred ca o fac mai degraba involuntar...e poate modul de a ma manifesta, rezultat al faptului ca nu imi petrec vremea chiar cu persoanele cu care mi-as dori...iar atunci cand le intalnesc, probabil vreau sa acopar golul care s-a format intre timp...probabil vreau sa primesc deoadata toata atentia pe care in alte circumstante as fi primit-o treptat...desi aceasta prosteala este specifica varstei de 5-10 ani ea face parte din mine. si chiar daca as vrea sa scap de ea nu prea stiu cum:D Stiu ca ar fi de preferat un comportament matur, insa daca l-as adopta nu stiu daca as mai fi neaparat eu. Pt ca desi am 18 mi-e oarecum teama de lucrurile pe care le implica aceasta varsta si prefer sa ma ascund frumusel in spatele unui copil tembel. Dar pentru ca aceasta prosteala se pare ca imi da satidfactie doar mie, am sa incer pe cat posibil sa o reduc putin cate putin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasand prosteala deoparte, mai am o problema...incep sa cred ca vad lucruri care nu exista doar din placerea de a le vedea...si asta este strans legat de atasamentul meu stupid fata de anumite persoane, care nu ar trebui sa existe. Aici nu mai e vorba de prosteala...e pur si simplu un sentiment straniu, care ar parea ca imi face bine, dar care de fapt ma induce in eroare...si ma face sa ma gandesc la lucruri fara sens. Mai bine nu mai vorbesc despre subiectul asta, ca nici macar eu nu prea stiu cum sta treaba intr-adevar. Stiu doar ca trebuie tratat intr-un fel sau altul...:-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4510039644622079013?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4510039644622079013/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4510039644622079013' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4510039644622079013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4510039644622079013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/despre-prosteala.html' title='Despre prosteala'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2654900186992724658</id><published>2009-03-20T21:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:25:51.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si cum sa fac mai Georgica al meu sa ma vezi? Imaturitatea ta ma depaseste, pentru ca eu sunt asa mai nebuna:)Cred ca va trebui sa ma documentez despre ce metode de agatat mai practica cei mici...si totusi de cate ori te vad imi vine sa te pup fugar pe obraz si apoi sa fug:)Data viitoare o sa ma opresc sa asteptam impreuna sa vina soferul, ca sa nu ne simtim cu musca pe caciula, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chiar daca noi avem abonamente in buzunar&lt;/span&gt; si riscam sa ramanem in picioare. Dar cine nu ar prefera sa ramana in picioare cu tine?:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: Astept idei cum sa-l cuceresc pe Georgica:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2654900186992724658?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2654900186992724658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2654900186992724658' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2654900186992724658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2654900186992724658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-cum-sa-fac-mai-georgica-al-meu-sa-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-4200682569976239444</id><published>2009-03-17T19:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:30:58.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnalul unui zambet  partea I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inca din prima zi in care m-am nascut stiam ca ocupatia mea va fi sa cuceresc oameni...era o zi de iarna...m-am nascut pe buzele unui indragostit care voia sa-si binedispuna iubita, deoarece afara era frig. El s-a gandit sa zambeasca...si asa m-am nascut eu... as putea spune ca sunt copilul celor care iubesc...nu conteaza ce...viata, frumosul, persoana de langa ei, soarele,un prieten... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In fiecare zi incerc sa ii conving pe oameni cat de frumosi sunt daca ma au, incerc sa le arat ca si relatia lor cu cei din jur este alta cand sunt eu acolo...Cu unii dintre ei este extrem de simplu deoarece au o inocenta innascuta care ma lasa sa fac din ei ce vreau eu...imi plac acesti oameni si ei au cel mai mult de castigat. Cu altii este mai greu...deoarece ei nu inteleg rolul meu si adesea se lasa coplesiti de probleme si nervi si pur si simplu nu imi dau voie sa patrund in viata lor...niciodata nu renunt, deoarece pana la urma asta este si satisfactia muncii mele...sa-i fac si pe cei care nu ma vor sa ma iubeasca mai devreme sau mai tarziu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este foarte comic faptul ca desi eu le fac bine, desi ei ar trebui sa fie cei care ma cauta, eu sunt cel care alearga dupa ei...adica vine omul si iti da ceva pe gratis, care te face fericit, iar tu refuzi...este ciudat, dar asta este meseria mea...sa-i conving pe oameni de puterea existentei mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imi place sa am grija de ei, sa-i ajut, sa-i scot din situatii dificile...si fac asta adaptandu-ma nevoilor lor...adica sunt exact asa cum au ei nevoie de mine...stiu sa fiu timid, stiu sa cuceresc o domnisoara atunci cand ma aflu pe buzele unui baiat, ma pricep la afaceri, stiu sa o fac sa cedeze pe persoana careia ma adresez si de la care stapanul meu asteapta o favoare, stiu sa leg prietenii, sa binedispun pur si simplu oamenii pe strada, stiu sa pun in valoare frumusetea unei fete care doarme, stiu sa fac un profesor sa para mai bland, stiu sa ii fac pe doi oameni complici, stiu sa ofer incredere...pot fi una dintre cele mai bune metode de manipulare, pentru ca sa fim seriosi...cine rezista sa se impotriveasca unui zambet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am o viata destul de agitata...cuvantul somn imi este destul de strain si asta pentru ca trebuie sa fiu prezent cand Georgica ii spune somnoros buna dimineata iubitei lui, apoi cand iubita ii multumeste pentru micul dejun pe care el s-a oferit sa il pregateasca...apoi trebuie sa fiu prezent in mijloacele de trasnsport cu care oamenii merg la serviciu si elevii la scoala, deoarece este important sa ai o atitudine pozitiva inca de dimineata...trebuie sa fiu prezent cand angajutul ii spune buna-dimineata sefului, apoi pe tot parcursul muncii acestora...trebuie sa fiu prezent pe buzele bibliotecarului care se ofera politicos sa ajute la cautarea unei carti...nu am voie sa lipsesc nici de la orele de condus in care eleva se scuza cu un zambet pentru ca a gresit, iar instructorul ii raspunde prietenos cu un altul...pe parcursul zilei am milioane de locuri in care trebuie sa fiu...apoi spre seara trebuie sa ma strecor pe buzele sotiei care isi asteapta sotul sa vina de la serviciul, sa fiu prezent cand oamenii isi spun noapte buna...si cand ai spera ca o sa dorm si eu...imi amintesc ca trebuie sa fiu si pe buzele oamenilor care dorm...mai ales daca acestia viseaza frumos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam asa arata o zi din viata mea...dar nu ma plang...pentru mine munca e cea mai buna odihna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Va urma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-4200682569976239444?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/4200682569976239444/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=4200682569976239444' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4200682569976239444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/4200682569976239444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/jurnalul-unui-zambet-partea-i.html' title='Jurnalul unui zambet  partea I'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1038644005596377268</id><published>2009-03-16T19:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:26:26.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Si mai devreme sau mai tarziu s-ar gasi si ceva oameni cu care sa ne putem zambi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1038644005596377268?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1038644005596377268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1038644005596377268' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1038644005596377268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1038644005596377268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_16.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1350526074267660397</id><published>2009-03-13T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:20:55.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astazi i-am studiat mainile...sunt frumoase. Cred ca mana mea s-ar potrivi perfect intr-a lui...poate intr-o zi o sa facem proba si o sa ne masuram degetele:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1350526074267660397?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1350526074267660397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1350526074267660397' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1350526074267660397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1350526074267660397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7187452485612510899</id><published>2009-03-11T19:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:32:15.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa si iar..leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cred ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandrei &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu-i place sa ma stie ca stau degeaba ca tot imi da leapse...dar eu sunt fata constiincioasa si le onorez:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii tu care este...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziua cea mai frumoasa? - ziua in care copilul tau va zice "mama":) (mentionez ca nu am trait ziua, insa am sentimentul ca va fi frumoasa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel mai mare obstacol? - neincrederea in tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cea mai mare greseala? - invinuirea fara dovezi, orbit de primul impuls si de furie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radacina tuturor relelor? - minciuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cea mai mare infrangere? - atunci cand incetezi sa mai lupti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prima necesitate? - afectiunea (scuze Alexandra ca am copiat, dar coincidenta face sa am aceeasi parere:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucrul care face fericit un om? - caderea unui stele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel mai mare mister? - ce gandesc cei din jur (as vrea sa pot sa citesc ganduri)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Persoana cea mai periculoasa? - cea la care tii cel mai mult, pt ca te poate rani cel mai usor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel mai bun cadou? - un zambet sincer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucrul cel mai de valoare? - a fi corect: cu tine si cu ceilalti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentimentul cel mai placut? - cand stii ca cineva tine la tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel mai bun remediu? - ciocolata Milka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Persoana de care ai nevoie cel mai mult? - cel mai bun prieten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa merge la Catalina si la Iulia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7187452485612510899?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7187452485612510899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7187452485612510899' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7187452485612510899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7187452485612510899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa-si-iarleapsa.html' title='Leapsa si iar..leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6980436119767641690</id><published>2009-03-10T20:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:31:18.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa primita de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Draguta, dar cam mi-a dat batai de cap:D. Sa vedem ce a iesit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SbawfVw3VaI/AAAAAAAAALU/MTx6U6TyL8s/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SbawfVw3VaI/AAAAAAAAALU/MTx6U6TyL8s/s320/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311626862994609570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa merge la Catalina si Iulia. Iata pasii care trebuie urmati:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Go to “Random quotations” or click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6980436119767641690?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6980436119767641690/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6980436119767641690' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6980436119767641690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6980436119767641690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SbawfVw3VaI/AAAAAAAAALU/MTx6U6TyL8s/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2228527788832860709</id><published>2009-03-07T20:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:22:41.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adultii...si zambetele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uneori sunt atat de copilaresti zambetele adultilor...mi-am dat seama ca ma fac fericita aceste zambete. Cred ca un zambet din partea unui adult te face automat sa il simti aproape de tine...desi adultii se pricep la cuvinte sa zicem, sau mai corect sunt capababil sa intretina o conversatie cu oricine:) (anumiti adulti) parca atunci cand esti intampinat de un zambet tot e ceva mai special...si ma refer la un anumit zambet...deoarece nu toate zambetele adultilor sunt la fel...nu vorbesc de zambetele oficiale,  fortate, de zambetele ironice sau de cele de superioritate....nu vorbesc de zambetele afisate dupa o gluma sau mai stiu eu ce alte zambete...vorbesc de acele zambete discrete, de complicitate...vorbesc de zambetele fugare care inlocuiesc cuvintele...de zambetul de copil afisat pe fata unui adult...sau de zambetul sincer pe care un adult nu cred ca este capabil sa i-l ofere altui adult...ci doar unui copil...Pentru ca sunt sigura ca uneori adultii se tem sa isi exprime deschis sentimentele unii fata de altii...cred ca in preajma unui copil se simt liberi si isi pot afisa mai usor zambetul sincer fara sa se simta penibili...mai pana acum ceva zile m-am putut bucura de un astfel de zambet...am invatat relativ repede sa il obtin si imi placea sa profit de el...inlocuia oarecum niste cuvinte de repros...cam riscant din partea unui adult sa dea cearta pe un zambet...si cam curajos din partea unui copil sa raspunda la cearta cu un zambet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar in spatele zambetelor era o legatura care transforma in ceva bun semnificatia lor...si desi uneori zambetul nu poate inlocui cuvintele, poate neplacute, dar necesare, el poate incheia o discutie pasnic, oferindu-le celor doi certitudinea ca totul e in regula, in ciuda celor discutate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si imi mai place ca adultii stiu sa raspunda la "Multumesc!" cu ceva mai mult decat "Cu placere!", iar astfel nu risti sa te alegi cu o discutie seaca. Ieri simteam nevoia sa ii multumesc cuiva, dar mi-a luat ceva pana am luat telefonul in mana deoarece nu stiam cum sa o fac...mi se parea ciudat ca un copil sa sune un adult doar pentru a-i spune multumesc, desi simteam din tot sufletul nevoia sa o fac. Si am facut-o...iar reactia mi-a dat curaj sa spun mai des adultilor "Multumesc!".:) Mi-am dat seama ca un multumesc spus din suflet valoreaza mai mult decat orice propozitie complicata prin care incerci sa-ti arati recunostinta, valoreaza mai mult decat un lucru material.(pentru cine stie sa aprecieze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: O sa-mi fie dor de zambetul pe care il castigasem si care mi-a fost de atatea ori complice:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2228527788832860709?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2228527788832860709/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2228527788832860709' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2228527788832860709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2228527788832860709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/adultiisi-zambetele.html' title='Adultii...si zambetele'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6019543695817105579</id><published>2009-03-06T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:55:00.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotii, examen, fericire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astazi pe la 8 urma examenul cel mare...cel pentru permis. Ieri scapasem usurel de sala..astazi urma punctul culminant: orasul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asa ca ma trezesc eu pe la 6...bineinteles nu mai aveam somn, iar in stomacelul meu deja incepusera sa apara fluturasii, care de care mai zburdalnici:) Nu prea mai aveam stare deloc...m-am uitat putin la televizor, am mancat o banana...doar, doar s-o face mai repede 7 sa vina tati de la servici si sa plecam. La 7.30 trebuia sa ma intalnesc cu instructorul sa mai exersez putin inainte de examen, asta la cererea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In sfarsit plec de acasa...ploaia se oprise si asta ma bucura oarecum. Ajung acolo, apare si instructorul pe la 7.40 zambaret ca intotdeauna. Ce puteam sa imi imaginez decat ca...voi merge bine....ca doar era inainte de examen. Numai ca socoteala de acasa nu se potriveste cu cea din targ...asa ca nu am mers tocmai bine. Apa pe strada...instructorul tipa sa o ocolesc ca stropesc pietonii si ma pica...unde mai pui ca era sa intre un tampit in mine bineinteles din vina lui...ce sa mai....eu nervoasa cu lacrimi in ochi, instructorul cam nervos si el....in sfarsit cobor si fug repede la tati in masina si ma apuca plansu...:D dragut nu?Imi dau eu seama ca plang degeaba si ca trebuie sa ma calmez, imi iau dosarul in brate si ma duc la instructor care bineinteles ca zambea, stiind ca m-am enervat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lume destula...ma gandeam ca stau vreo cateva ore sa astept. Politistii intarzie vreo jumatate de ora. Apar si ei in sfarsit si incep sa strige...nu dureaza mult si primul politist ma striga...ma duc repede la instructor si il intreb cum e politistul...mi se raspunde "E corect." Nu stiu cat m-a lamurit cu asta, dar ma rog. Completez o fisa si deja ma vedeam asteptand in parcarea aia groaznica pana imi vine randul, cand instructorul imi zice  sa imi dau geaca jos si sa intru in masina ca dau prima. Poftim? Prima? De ce eu?Eram moarta de frica...ma rog..neavand ce comenta fac ce mi s-a spus, iar in 2 minute domnul politist era langa mine...cand a intrat in masina mi-au trecut toate emotiile si ma simteam chiar pregatita. "Cand sunteti gata puteti sa plecati domnisoara!Faceti la dreapta!" Si asa am pornit eu la drum, extrem de atenta la pietoni pe care ii mai scapam, dar stiam ca sunt picata daca ratez vrenul. Surpriza...autobuz oprit in statie...suficient loc sa-l depasesc, insa veneau masini din sens opus. Sa trec, sa nu trec....decid sa astept...si tot astept deoarece autobuzul nu pleca, iar masinile din sens opus nu incetau sa vina. Ma tot gandeam daca am facut bine, cand domnul politist vine cu replica salvatoare: "Felicitari domnisoara!Ati procedat corect ca nu ati intrat in depasire!Puteti sa-i dati drumul acum!" Ce fericire pe mine...totul merge bine pana cand imi zice sa intru in prima parcare pe dreapta...parcare pe dreapta...ma tot gandeam dar nu o stiam...asa ca am trecut frumos de ea cand aud: "Domnisoara nu ati vazut parcarea?V-am zis sa intrati in parcare". Raspund automat: "Ma scuzati, nu am fost atenta!" Ma iarta si imi zice sa opresc pe dreapta...ma pune sa dau putin cu spatele sa ma apropii de masinile parcate si zice: "Sunteti admisa!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da...asta fusese tot...ma duc fuguta in spate sa-l las pe baiatul care astepta si el saracul sa dea examen...tin sa-i multumesc ca m-a lasat pe mine prima:) I-am dat repejor mesaj instructorului ca sa nu mai stea omul cu emotii si apoi Matzei care mi-a dat repede un bravo inapoi si gata. Am stat cumintica pana a terminat si baiatul, care a fost si el admis:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam asta a fost aventura marelui examen...putine lacrimi la inceput, multa fericire dupa:) L-am sunat mai devreme pe instructor sa-i multumesc, pentru ca a fost si meritului lui cel putin atat cat a fost al meu...i-am multumit si ca m-a facut sa plang de dimineata, si ca m-a bagat sa dau prima, chiar daca pe moment imi venea sa il strang de gat.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: Atunci cand sunt fericita am chef sa vorbesc mult...drept dovada acest post imens...cei care au vorbit cu mine astazi stiu cat de mult am putut vorbi:D!Multumesc ca m-ati suportat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6019543695817105579?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6019543695817105579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6019543695817105579' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6019543695817105579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6019543695817105579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotii-examen-fericire.html' title='Emotii, examen, fericire'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7084451388709610019</id><published>2009-02-23T16:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:58:00.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Multumesc:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandra si Diana au tinut neaparat sa ma fericeasca si astazi, asa ca in urmatoarele poze va prezint o parte din cadoul meu:D Tort am avut, mi-au cantat La multi ani pe hol, mi-au luat si masina...ce mai imi trebuie? Tin sa precizez ca m-am plimbat ceva prin liceul pana am ajuns la ele...deoarece am fost ghidata de niste biletele:D. Oricum in final am ajuns..si bucuria a fost mare...Multumesc si pentru cercelusi si om de zapada si sunt foarte mandra ca am asemenea prietene.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SaK5MylX0BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S3DOOxs4drE/s1600-h/S6304670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SaK5MylX0BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S3DOOxs4drE/s320/S6304670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006940383957010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SaK5NOmVqMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/A8NCMlOg974/s1600-h/S6304671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SaK5NOmVqMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/A8NCMlOg974/s320/S6304671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006947904202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7084451388709610019?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7084451388709610019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7084451388709610019' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7084451388709610019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7084451388709610019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/multumesc.html' title='Multumesc:)'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SaK5MylX0BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S3DOOxs4drE/s72-c/S6304670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6411323397146071037</id><published>2009-02-22T20:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:06:31.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oficial, se presupune ca asta ar fi ultimul post in calitate de copil....neoficial, va asigur ca vor mai fi multe:) deoarece imi place sa fiu copil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cand te gandesti ca din punct de vedere legal se schimba atatea lucruri...ai dreptul sa faci chestii pe care pana atunci nu puteai sa le faci...dar e aproximativ neimportant...pentru ca practic nu se simte mai nicio schimbare...cred ca singurul lucru vizibil si folositor e ca voi avea carnet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nu am dat nicio petrecere pompoasa cu aceasta ocazie, cu multa bautura si tigari, nu am fost nici in cluburi...insa am facut ceva pe placul meu care m-a facut fericita...si cred ca asta e cel mai important...Am fost la munte cu Alex si Diana, ne-am dat cu sania, am mancat pizza si un desert urias;)), am imbratisat zapada, am fost la cumparaturi, am facut poze....si am fost fericita. Le multumesc din suflet fetelor pentru aceasta zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ne mai auzim cu noi povesti de la 18 ani...va pupacesc&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6411323397146071037?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6411323397146071037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6411323397146071037' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6411323397146071037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6411323397146071037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7489584071333864196</id><published>2009-02-19T21:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:55:31.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leapsa primita de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt...visatoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As vrea...sa nu mai uit asa de usor:D (Matza stie;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastrez...amintiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi-as fi dorit...sa fie mai inalt muntele ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; ca sa ma tina mai mult de mana&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi plac...stafidele&lt;br /&gt;Ma tem de...singuratate&lt;br /&gt;Aud...iubirea&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau...ca la un moment dat am fost slaba&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac...ciocolata Milka si imbratisarile&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt...ce vrei tu sa fiu&lt;br /&gt;Dansez...aproape niciodata&lt;br /&gt;Cant...cand ma plictisesc&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata...nu voi inceta sa cred ca exista Fat-Frumos&lt;br /&gt;Rar...ma gandesc la consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Plang cand privesc...in suflet&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi place de mine pentru ca...pun totul la suflet&lt;br /&gt;Sunt confuza...cand ajung intr-o intersectie;))&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de...nebunie&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui...sa vad mai multi oameni zambind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge la &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vine-valu--adio-calu.blogspot.com/"&gt;PIC&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://radoioanacatalina.blogspot.com/"&gt;CATALINA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7489584071333864196?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7489584071333864196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7489584071333864196' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7489584071333864196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7489584071333864196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-2289881666136075240</id><published>2009-02-15T20:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:15:34.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Portret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ii place sa adoarma devreme si nu prea se da in vant dupa lucruri complicate...uneori ii e sila sa si gandeasca...comoditate...de la un timp nu mai are nici idei...daca ar fi fost indragostita s-ar fi explicat..dar nici macar nu e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zambet naiv...privire goala...suflet pretentios...maini agitate...ganduri tampite...dor capricios...vise caraghioase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sosetele ei colorate o rasfata prea mult, iar papucii pufosi ii iau apararea mereu...cand instructorul o cearta ea ii zambeste tembel si o iarta...daca e suparat rau intoarce capul si il priveste nevinovat in ochi...ii fura in felul asta un zambet in loc de cearta:) ii place sa se rasfete de cate ori are ocazia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uraste stafidele tot atat de mult pe cat iubeste ciocolata Milka...adora sa se intida in conversatii lungi cu prietena ei si sa barfeasca un Georgica sau un Stefanica:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bea 3 in 1, citeste, asculta muzica...mai vede un film. Sa speram ca va avea loc sa ascunda in noul ei pulovar colorat toate neplacerile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La prima vedere pare timida si lipsita de curaj..dar in realitate nu e asa...daca ar avea ocazia ar face o nebunie in fiecare zi..i-ar prinde atat de bine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mai sunt7 zile si se face mare...dar ea se simte mai copil ca niciodata:) si o sa se simte la fel si dupa...dar cine e ea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-2289881666136075240?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/2289881666136075240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=2289881666136075240' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2289881666136075240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/2289881666136075240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/portret.html' title='Portret'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-8638004999628303593</id><published>2009-02-12T19:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:03:29.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat doare sa spui adevarul si sa nu fi crezut...si cat de amare sunt lacrimile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-8638004999628303593?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/8638004999628303593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=8638004999628303593' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8638004999628303593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/8638004999628303593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-1814122481530469511</id><published>2009-02-07T21:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:42:28.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SY3jEDf7swI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zr8RXNLPUrw/s1600-h/lumanare-3d-winnie-the-pooh-cifra-1%7E1055888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SY3jEDf7swI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zr8RXNLPUrw/s320/lumanare-3d-winnie-the-pooh-cifra-1%7E1055888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300141995283165954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am descoperit eu cam tarziu, dar mai bine mai tarziu decat niciodata. Astazi eu si blogul meu implinim 1 anisor de cand ne tinem de urat unul altuia. Nu mai stiu sigur pe unde ramasese biberonul...parca pe la Pic, i-l imprumutase Alexandra.:) Daca il mai are sa mi-l imprumute si mie ca sa nu mai cumpar altul;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vreau sa ii cer scuze ca mi-am amintit asa de tarziu si ca nu i-am luat cadou, dar promit sa ma revansez. Tin foarte mult sa ii multumesc ca mi-a ascultat si acceptat toate tampeniile si ca mi-a mai dat si cate un sfat pitit printre comentariile voastre.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Va multumim ca ne-ati ajutat sa ne facem si noi mari!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-1814122481530469511?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/1814122481530469511/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=1814122481530469511' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1814122481530469511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/1814122481530469511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani!'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SY3jEDf7swI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zr8RXNLPUrw/s72-c/lumanare-3d-winnie-the-pooh-cifra-1%7E1055888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-6477137174211403107</id><published>2009-01-24T23:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:11:47.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am citit mai demult "Viata pe un peron" de Octavian Paler, in care erau 10 porunci putin altfel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prima porunca&lt;/span&gt;: Sa astepti oricat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A doua porunca: &lt;/span&gt;Sa astepti orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A treia porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Sa nu-ti amintesti, in schimb, orice. Nu sunt bune decat amintirile care te ajuta sa traiesti in prezent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A patra porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Sa nu numeri zilele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cincea porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Sa nu uiti ca orice asteptare e provizorie, chiar daca dureaza toata viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sasea porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Repeta ca nu exista pustiu. Exista doar incapacitatea noastra de a umple golul in care traim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A saptea porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Nu pune in aceeasi oala si rugaciunea si pe Dumnezeu. Ragaciunea este uneori o forma de a spera a celui ce nu indrazneste sa spere singur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A opta porunca&lt;/span&gt;: Daca gandul asta te ajuta, nu cauta sa recunosti ca speri neavand altceva mai bun de facut sau chiar pentru a te feri de urmarile faptului ca nu faci nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A noua porunca&lt;/span&gt;: Binecuvanteaza ocazia de a-ti aprtine in intregime. Singuratatea e o tarfa care nu te invinuieste ca esti egoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A zecea porunca:&lt;/span&gt; Aminteste-ti ca paradisul, a fost, aproape sigur, intr-o grota."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-6477137174211403107?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/6477137174211403107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=6477137174211403107' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6477137174211403107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/6477137174211403107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-citit-mai-demult-viata-pe-un-peron.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7520979586065099051</id><published>2009-01-24T22:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:41:20.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indragostita de cuvinte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"M-am indragostit de simplitatea ochilor ei inca din prima clipa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar poate ca dragostea nu iti da intotdeauna curaj, poate ca teama ca o vei da in bara e mai puternica. Si totusi in simplitatea aia era si tristete..de ce nu ai vazut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acum cuvintele curg parca fara obstacole...ea ar vrea sa presare piedici din cand in cand...se indragosteste de cuvinte...ii face jocul involuntar dand raspunsuri cu subinteles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uneori el da semne de slabiciune...da, tine la ea. Ii face complimente la tot pasul...dar ea e indragostita de cuvinte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate e un dezavantaj ca ea iubeste mai mult realitatea, lucrurile palpabile....uneori vrea sa-i dea de inteles ca ar vrea sa se intalneasca..dar nici ea nu stiu de ce face asta. E clar, nu ii place sa fie indragostita de cuvinte, dar nu stie nici daca prefera realitatea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si totusi azi parca ar fi vrut sa vina...sa termine o data pentru totdeauna..dar nu a venit...si tot din lipsa de curaj...ea e curajoasa uneori si a avut de castigat...nu-i place teama lui...poate e egoista...dar incearca sa gaseasca motive sa argumenteze ca nu e bine sa fi indragostita de cuvinte...si asta pentru ca intr-o zi cuvintele vor inceta sa mai curga...obstacolele vor aparea...si atunci e nevoie de mai mult decat "a fi indragostita de cuvinte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La intrebari capcana ea raspunde cu o alta intrebare...nu prea ii place sa ofere raspunsuri pe tava...si nici sentimente...nici macar sa primeasca....uneori il pune la incercare, ii place sa duca discutia pana primeste raspunsul pe care il vrea...e constienta ca in felul asta ii hraneste sentimentele...dar nu poate sa se abtina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate ca daca intr-o zi ar incerca sa o ignore...si nu ar mai face-o sa se simta pe primul loc...daca ar face rost de putin curaj...ar putea obtine ceva mai mult decat "indragostita de cuvinte"...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7520979586065099051?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7520979586065099051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7520979586065099051' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;Nu sunt sigura ca mai stiu sa respir...sau cel putin nu o fac intr-un fel anume...Nu mai sunt sigura de ce imi e teama si de ce nu...dar stiu ca lucrurile au ramas la fel...ce inseamna la fel...nici eu nu stiu...as vrea sa mai reduc din melancolie, din teama si din durere...sau as vrea sa raman nepasatoare...as vrea un altfel de azi, preferabil diferit de ieri...ianuarie nu va fi altfel, poate pentru ca eu sunt aceeasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-406895165275984499?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/406895165275984499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=406895165275984499' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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ca m-am saturat sa ma entuziasmez ca un copil de 3 ani care primeste multa ciocolata cadou, iar apoi i se spune ca nu are voie sa manance decat o bucatica pe zi...sau  eventual deloc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-3444120701440353258?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/3444120701440353258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=3444120701440353258' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3444120701440353258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/3444120701440353258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/01/cred-ca-m-am-saturat-sa-ma-entuziasmez.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-473034389818380748</id><published>2009-01-12T20:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:51:06.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doare...cand simt ca fac unele lucruri aiurea...falsitatea cuvintelor scrise pe mess...doare cand lucrurile pe care le fac fara intentie au urmari naspa...indiferenta doare...cand pui totul la suflet doare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-473034389818380748?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/473034389818380748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=473034389818380748' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/473034389818380748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/473034389818380748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/01/doare.html' title=''/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7529906864922676676</id><published>2009-01-10T22:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:10:49.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambet de ianuarie</title><content type='html'>Un ianuarie altfel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7529906864922676676?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7529906864922676676/comments/default' title='Postare 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259940336884977279.post-7620023731425316805</id><published>2009-01-08T20:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:17:56.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patine cu suflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinoarul e gol...iar patinele tocmai s-au imbracat in pijamale si si-au spus rugaciunea dinainte de a adormi...de cele mai multe ori sunt obosite, iar discutiile dintre ele se rezuma la noapte buna si vise placute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In seara asta in partea stanga a camerei se auzeau susoteli si chicote de ras...se pare ca patinele Imbratisare si cele Iubire aveau o discutie foarte aprinsa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Inca de cand s-au apropiat de noi am stiut ca astazi vom asista la un inceput de poveste de dragoste minunat...a fost un adevarat noroc ca ea sa ne aleaga pe noi sa fim martorul iubirii lor...ce gesturi si miscari fine aveau mainile lui cand o incaltau...era o eleganta si o tandrete de invidiat in modul in care se purta cu ea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Nu ne asteptam ca el sa ne aleaga tocmai pe noi...dar am simtit o adevarata bucurie cand a facut-o. Era emotionat...am simtit asta din modul in care se incalta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Era prima lor intalnire...Ea se purta destul de stangaci, dar asta o facea speciala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Cand au intrat pe patinoar el a apucat-o usor de mana, cu o simplitate copilareasca...le tremurau mainile la amandoi...apoi s-au privit si au inceput sa zambeasca tembel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Nu simteam nicio greutate in miscarile ei...se lasa purtata de el si parca plutea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: La un moment dat a inceput sa ii bata inima lui...se simtea pana in varful degetelor...cred ca voia ceva, dar nu avea curaj sa faca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Cred ca ea a simtit incordarea lui si l-a strans mai tare de mana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Atunci a intors-o spre el si a pupat-o pe obraz, dupa care i-a spus ca este frumoasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: In momentul ala, un fior i-a strabatut tot corpul...era cea mai frumoasa si sincera declaratie pe care cineva i-o facuse vreodata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: El a simtit fericirea pe chipul ei..si a zambit bucuros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: El era tot timpul grijuliu cu ea...ii aseza fularul, ii sufla in maini sa i le incalzeasca, a vrut chiar sa-i ofere geaca lui...ea se simtea rasfata...atata caldura si grija in gesturile lui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Totul era atat de frumos ca nici nu simteam cum trece timpul...ne-am fi dorit sa nu se termine niciodata ziua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Ce simpatici erau cand s-au dus si l-au luat pe copilasul acela unul de o mana si unul de o mana si l-au invatat sa patineze...se simtea complicitatea in privirile lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Si ce l-au mai pupacit pe "saracul" copil..iar apoi au mers si i-au cumparat ciocolata si acadele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Mie mi-a placut ca si-au luat si ei acadele...ce am mai ras apoi ca se facusera verzi pe limba...nici ei nu se mai puteau opri din ras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Cred ca imbratisarea aia a fost ceva involuntar...poate au vrut sa sarbatoreasca primul lucru facut impreuna...dupa ce baietelul a plecat cu parintii ei s-au imbratisat...cata simplitate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Ea incepuse sa tremure...probabil de emotie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Va amintiti cand intr-un moment de neatentie ea a cazut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Da...cred ca ala a fost singurul moment din cariera noastra in care ne-a parut rau ca nu am fost suficient de atente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Eu cred ca ar trebui sa fiti fericite...Ati uitat ca dupa aceasta cazatura s-au sarutat pentru prima data...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: da...El i-a oferit mana sa o ridice, iar din acel moment si pana ce ea s-a ridicat s-au privit in ochi...iar apoi a venit sarutul ala, a carui emotie se simtea intens pana in varful degetelor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Nesuferite: Pe voi ce v-a apucat sa vorbiti? Nu va e somn? Maine nu o sa va aleaga nimeni la ce fete de obosite o sa aveti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire si cele Imbratisare incep sa rada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Cata invidie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Pai normal...in fiecare zi au numai clienti grasi care cad de 10 ori in 5 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Oare ce fac ei acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: As vrea sa cred ca el i-a pregatit o ciocolata calda, iar in timp ce ea o bea el ii face masaj la picioare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Imbratisare: Iar apoi vor adormi ca doi copii imbratisati intr-un colt al patului mare din camera ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patinele Iubire: Oare vor mai venii vreodata la patinoar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259940336884977279-7620023731425316805?l=ineedadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/feeds/7620023731425316805/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259940336884977279&amp;postID=7620023731425316805' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7620023731425316805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259940336884977279/posts/default/7620023731425316805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/2009/01/patine-cu-suflet.html' title='Patine cu suflet'/><author><name>INeedADream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120482612654317227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZP3oQb7bF0/SLWNM3y6eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hnnGnGLaNrg/S220/S6302586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
