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href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQaphWNScYY/TXYyibU_EXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EgJ6Z9PLFNA/s1600/8_martie031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQaphWNScYY/TXYyibU_EXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EgJ6Z9PLFNA/s320/8_martie031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Daca n-as fi barbat as vrea sa fiu neaparat nisipul pe care calci.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;As vrea sa fiu apa care-ti mangaie coapsele, soarele care-ti incalzeste pieptul.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nu mi-ar ramane decat sa fiu petale, din floare de cais, care sa-ti cada pe buze…&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nu as avea incotro si as fi vantul care sa te infioare.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;In fluturi m-as intrupa ca sa ma asez pe umerii tai.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Zburatorul din mit as fi ca sa te insotesc in vise,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;soapte tainice care sa-ti dezmierde urechea as fi.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ti-as da tarcoale ca ingerul pazitor, sa nu ma vezi dar sa stii ca sunt…&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;As fi gandul bun care sa te intampine.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Fantana cu apa buna de la rascrucea vietii tale m-as face!&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Numai pentru tine as fi ploaie de vara,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Luceafar m-as catara pe bolta cerului ca sa-ti luminez noptile.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Prunc in pantecele tau m-as face, femeie!&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ca sa ma nasc si sa te iubesc…Fii binecuvantata mama, bunica, sora, iubita, taina a universului!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;em 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;De ziua ta&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Pentru ca dragostea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nu are limita&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;inima&amp;nbsp;mea.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Orice as zice&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Orice as face&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ori de cate ori te-as supara&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Eu tot te iubesc,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Maicuta (Iubita) mea.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Acum 8 Martie a venit&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Si-n dar de ziua ta&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Iti ofer toata dragostea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Din inima mea.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;LA MULTI ANI maicuta(iubita) mea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-108008392570579767?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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un zambet schimba viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;E un pic ciudat cum poate,&lt;br /&gt;Cineva sa schimbe o noapte&lt;br /&gt;Doar in brate sa te tina si poti visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="recon"&gt;Versuri Dana Nalbaru - Am nimic fara tine&lt;br /&gt;de pe http://www.versuri.ro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara tine&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce-i mai frumos in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;E doar din vina ta...&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara tine&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce-i mai frumos in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;E doar din vina ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara tine doar furtuni adun...&lt;br /&gt;Nori de lacrimi fac din flacari scrum.&lt;br /&gt;Si-ti spun:&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara tine&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce-i mai frumos in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;E doar din vina ta...&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara tine&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce-i mai frumos in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;E doar din vina ta.&lt;br /&gt;Am nimic fara 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-1457740495750744666</id><published>2010-12-31T11:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:33:50.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uratura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;embed height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9Fmo7gbw5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aho, aho, copii si frati,&lt;br /&gt;Unchi, matusi, veri,  cumnati,&lt;br /&gt;Muncitori si carturari,&lt;br /&gt;Tarani si parlamentari,&lt;br /&gt;Militari,  doctori, studenti,&lt;br /&gt;Promovati si repetenti,&lt;br /&gt;Scafandri si  alpinisti,&lt;br /&gt;Infractori si politisti,&lt;br /&gt;Vanzatoare si soferi,&lt;br /&gt;Angajatori si  someri,&lt;br /&gt;Copii, tineri si batrani,&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un cuvant: FRATI ROMANI-&lt;br /&gt;Stati  putin si nu manati si urarea-mi ascultati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul care va sa vina&lt;br /&gt;va fi  un an de lumina,&lt;br /&gt;cocosii vor sparge zorii&lt;br /&gt;anuntand investitorii&lt;br /&gt;care  vor sosi la noi&lt;br /&gt;multi mai frate, un puhoi!&lt;br /&gt;Unii mici, altii mai  mari,&lt;br /&gt;toti purtatori de EURO si dolari!&lt;br /&gt;Va spori val dupa val&lt;br /&gt;aportul  de capital&lt;br /&gt;si din mormanele de fiare&lt;br /&gt;vom ridica in picioare&lt;br /&gt;fabrici  multe si uzine,&lt;br /&gt;tractorase si combine!&lt;br /&gt;In fiece cartier&lt;br /&gt;va fi doar  cate-un somer&lt;br /&gt;si din fostii boschetari&lt;br /&gt;vom face functionari&lt;br /&gt;care vor  raspunde de parcuri&lt;br /&gt;si de cainii pusi in tarcuri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiile vor  urca,&lt;br /&gt;preturile vor scadea,&lt;br /&gt;se va majora chenzina,&lt;br /&gt;se va ieftini  benzina,&lt;br /&gt;medicamentele toate&lt;br /&gt;vor fi aspru compensate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veti trai si  veti vedea&lt;br /&gt;ca toate se vor indrepta!&lt;br /&gt;M-am luat cu uratura&lt;br /&gt;si nu-mi mai  pot tine gura!&lt;br /&gt;Bata-va pe toti caldura,&lt;br /&gt;mancarea si bautura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la  anul cand venim&lt;br /&gt;sanatosi sa va gasim,&lt;br /&gt;avutul sa vi-l sporiti!&lt;br /&gt;LA MULTI  ANI FERICITI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-1457740495750744666?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/1457740495750744666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/12/uratura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mereu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oriunde ai merge&lt;br /&gt;Orice ai face&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi chiar aici asteptandu-te pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Oricat ar costa&lt;br /&gt;Sau cum s-ar rupe inima mea&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi chiar aici asteptandu-te pe tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="recon"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am luat de bun mereu&lt;/div&gt;Ceea ce am crezut ca va dura oricum&lt;br /&gt;Aud rasetul,gust lacrimile&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu pot ajunge langa tine&lt;br /&gt;Oh,nu poti sa vezi,baby&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa innebunesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntreb cum putem supravietui &lt;br /&gt;Acestei iubiri &lt;br /&gt;Dar in final daca sunt cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Imi voi asuma riscul&lt;br /&gt;Oh,nu poti sa vezi,baby&lt;br /&gt;Ma facï sa ïnnebunesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oriunde ai merge&lt;br /&gt;Orice ai face&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi chiar aici asteptandu-te pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Oricat ar costa&lt;br /&gt;Sau cum s-ar rupe inima mea&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi chiar aici asteptandu-te pe tine&lt;div 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7ac6878c7bf0276%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331116769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A507D757F67895467C7502DDBA07891DECD671A.7E0B423C0C4E4EF41545217712CEECEEF36FB8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7ac6878c7bf0276%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoUiz4kfrx3zEaAxVkWPkbPvZSA8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu is cel imbracat in negru care alearga pe langa iarba....la admitere la Facultatea de Educatie Fizica si Sport Iasi 2010. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-6598335037558336595?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-7230567379554346510</id><published>2010-08-07T17:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:24:28.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc Alexandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vantul imi fura o lacrima,... e lumina trecutului, iar ochii tai ca doua  licariri de stele... caldura mainilor... O clipa si apoi, nu mai  conteaza... Stau intins pe malul marii si adierea vantului ma face sa  simt vibratia dragostei ce ne leaga... Strigatul inimii tale se aude in  departari... ma cheama la ea... Marea ingana cuvintele tale rostite  odata, care acum s-au dispersat in negura uitarii... In noaptea asta, te  simt un pic mai aproape de mine... Luna rotunda sta de veghe, vegheaza  la dragostea noastra... si imi sopteste ca si tu ma iubesti tot atat cat  te iubesc si eu... Vantul bate, primii fulgi de nea imi mangaie fata,  ma simt tot mai slabit cand te stiu departe de mine... Luna ingana si ea  cuvinte magice, parca rupte de realitate, cuvinte ce se regasesc parca  in adancul sufletului meu... Fara tine ma simt pe un drum fara  sfarsit,... Un drum care parca nu se mai termina niciodata... Incerc sa  merg mai departe, dar totul mi se pare un abis... in care ma tot afund  si oricat as incerca sa ma inalt, simt ca nu mai am scapare... .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-7230567379554346510?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/7230567379554346510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-iubesc-alexandra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/7230567379554346510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/7230567379554346510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-iubesc-alexandra.html' title='Te iubesc Alexandra'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5412616756933007327</id><published>2010-07-31T23:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:01:42.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce Cu-Dragoste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TFSBGB1S35I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m4plyN0NCug/s1600/home2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TFSBGB1S35I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m4plyN0NCug/s1600/home2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De ce Cu-Dragoste? Pentru ca noi credem in dragoste ca o solutie sigura pentru o viata mai buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca iubesti, totul capata culoare, ai mai multa incredere in tine si soarele pare ca straluceste mai puternic.&lt;br /&gt;Cu dragoste speram sa facem lumea un loc mai bun, sa aducem macar un zambet pe fata celor mai putin fericiti si sa fim o piatra de temelie la gasirea sufletului pereche.&lt;br /&gt;Desi am putea rascoli intreaga lume ca sa descoperim dragostea, trebuie s-o purtam in noi ca sa o gasim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5412616756933007327?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5412616756933007327/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-ce-cu-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5412616756933007327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5412616756933007327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-ce-cu-dragoste.html' title='De ce Cu-Dragoste?'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TFSBGB1S35I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m4plyN0NCug/s72-c/home2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-786423672446575186</id><published>2010-07-31T22:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:54:41.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrete...</title><content type='html'>Ni se intampla uneori s-avem regrete&lt;br /&gt;Am fi putut ierta, dar nu am vrut.&lt;br /&gt;Oricat am vrea ca tot sa se repete&lt;br /&gt;Raman doar remuscari si timp pierdut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce dam vina uneori pe soarta ?&lt;br /&gt;Cand omul face tot cu mana lui&lt;br /&gt;Caci nu orice greseala se indreapta&lt;br /&gt;Si-oricat am vrea, nu-i vina nimanui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-i toamna iar in inimile noastre,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici nu stim cand vara a trecut...&lt;br /&gt;Preocupati de vorbe si de fapte&lt;br /&gt;Vom regreta ca n-am facut mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, undeva ni se explica&lt;br /&gt;Ce rost acestea toate au avut...&lt;br /&gt;Si vom vedea ca lumea nu e mica&lt;br /&gt;Si nici n-a fost , asa cum am crezut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe vorbe n-au sens cateodata&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca intrebari mai sunt de pus,&lt;br /&gt;Raman raspunsuri pentru alta viata&lt;br /&gt;Pe care-o vom incepe acolo, sus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-786423672446575186?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/786423672446575186/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/regrete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/786423672446575186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/786423672446575186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/regrete.html' title='Regrete...'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-8711174102900173087</id><published>2010-07-16T09:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:41:19.145+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noua luni alaturi de tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Astăzi în data de 16-07-2010 am împlinit alături de jumătatea vieţii mele Alexandra 9 luni de fericire, iubire....În aceste 9 luni pot spune ca am invatat sa iubesc cu adevărat pe cineva pe care Dumnezeu mi-a oferito sa o iubesc si sa mă iubească.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu prea mă pricep eu la cuvinte de dragoste dar la sentimente pot spune ca sunt OK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La ora 00:00 mi.am sunat iubita si i-am spus o mica poezie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Puiutul meu iubit încerc sa-mi las inima sa vorbească, sa-mi şoptească  cele mai minunate cuvinte ce ar semnifica măcar puţin din ceea ce simt eu  pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu te-a creat pe tine pentru mine si dacă ar exista cineva care ar  putea sa-ti daruiasca un suflet si o dragoste care sa te facă mai fericit  decat te pot face eu, atunci pe mine Dumnezeu m-a creat degeaba pentru ca  fără tine viaţa nu are sens.&lt;br /&gt;Pot spune ca eşti pentru mine o minune si atunci cînd îţi privesc ochii  simt cum la fiecare clipire a pleoapelor tale, în jurul meu infloresc  mii de flori tu eşti primăvara mea si dacă tu nu ai fii, inima mi-ar  îngheţa de o iarna eternă.&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul tău imprastie atîta fericire de scoate orice muritor din  starea de suferinţă si dacă tu nu ai fii pentru mine soarele nu ar mai  răsări niciodată,TE IUBESC atît de mult si-i multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca a  avut grija ca si tu sa mă iubeşti. Dacă ne-am certa eu nu a-si regreta nimic din tot ce s-a întîmplat între  noi...TE IUBESC nu uita!Cu drag de la iubirea ta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Tot astăzi nepotica iubitei mele sper ca si viitoarea mea nepotica...împlineşte 1 luna..sa trăiască fericită si sănătoasa, bineinţeles ca sa fie ziua de astăzi si mai minunată este si ziua surorii iubitei mele, îţi transmit multă sanatate fericire si înţelegere în familie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chiar dacă nu are nici o rima tot ce am scris eu aici sper ca măcar gestul sa va placă.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PS: Te iubesc Alexandra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_378587599"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_378587600"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-8711174102900173087?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/8711174102900173087/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/noua-luni-alaturi-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8711174102900173087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8711174102900173087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/noua-luni-alaturi-de-tine.html' title='Noua luni alaturi de tine'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-1074614217313384710</id><published>2010-07-08T13:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:58:33.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TDWtjw1O8OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RtffR4c1kwI/s1600/hh.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TDWtjw1O8OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RtffR4c1kwI/s640/hh.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adăugaţi o legendă&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="navText-16"&gt;Legenda dragostei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;img alt="Legenda dragostei" border="0" height="8" src="http://www.imaginelife.ro/mm_spacer.gif" /&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;img align="left" alt="iubire" height="143" hspace="10" src="http://www.imaginelife.ro/poze%20site/3.jpg" vspace="8" width="190" /&gt;Demult, undeva pe pamint s-au adunat toate calitatile si simturile  omenesti.&lt;br /&gt;Cind Plictiseala a cascat pentru a treia oara, Nebunia,  nebunatica ca intotdeauna, a propus: "Hai sa ne jucam de-a v-ati  ascunselea!" Intriga si-a ridicat ispitita sprincenele, iar  Curiozitatea, neputind sa se retina, a intrebat: "V-ati ascunselea? Ce  mai este si aceasta? Este oare vreun joc?" Nebunia a explicat ca-si va  acoperi ochii si va numara pina la un milion, in timp ce toti ceilalti  se vor ascunde, iar cind numaratoarea va lua sfirsit, primul ce va fi  gasit ii va lua locul si astfel jocul va continua...&lt;br /&gt;Entuziasmul a  luat-o la dans pe Euforie, iar Bucuria a executat intr-atit de multe  tumbe, incit chiar si Indoiala s-a lasat convinsa, ba mai mult, chiar si  Apatia cea mereu bosumflata si neinteresata... insa nu toti au acceptat  sa ia parte la aceasta activitate. Adevarul a preferat sa nu se  ascunda: "De ce sa ma ascund, daca pina la urma tot voi fi descoperit?"  Aroganta a considerat acest joc ridicol (ceea ce o deranja mai mult era  faptul ca ideea nu-i apartinuse), iar Lasitatea a preferat sa nu  indrazneasca.&lt;br /&gt;Unu, doi, trei, a inceput Nebunia sa numere. Prima care  s-a ascuns a fost Lenea, care, ca intotdeauna, s-a culcat in spatele  celei mai apropiate pietre. Credinta s-a inaltat spre cer, iar Invidia  s-a ascuns in umbra Triumfului, care, prin propriile sale forte, a ajuns  in coroana celui mai inalt copac. Generozitatea aproape ca nu reusea sa  se ascunda, fiecare loc pe care il cauta parind sa fie mai potrivit  pentru un prieten de-al ei decit pentru sine. Un lac de cristal? Locul  ideal pentru Frumusete! Scorbura unui copac? Locul perfect pentru  Rusine! Zborul unui fluture? Minunat pentru Voluptuozitate! Rafala unui  vint? Locul magnific pentru Libertate! Egoismul si-a gasit un loc  convenabil chiar de la inceput, insa numai pentru el! Minciuna s-a  ascuns la fundul oceanului, iar Pasiunea si Dorinta in craterul unui  vulcan. Neatentia, pur si simplu a uitat unde s-a ascuns.&lt;br /&gt;Cind  Nebunia a ajuns la 999.999, Dragostea nu isi gasise inca o ascunzatoare  pentru ca fusese atit de ocupata ... pina cind a observat o tufa de  trandafir, si, profund impresionata, s-a ascuns intre flori. "Un  milion!" a numarat Nebunia si a inceput sa caute. Prima pe care a  gasit-o a fost Lenea, la numai trei pasi. Dupa aceasta Credinta a fost  auzita discutind cu Dumnezeu, iar Pasiunea si cu Dorinta au fost vazute  facind vulcanul sa vibreze. Intr-o secunda, ea a gasit-o pe Invidie,  deci nu a fost greu de dedus unde se ascundea Triumful. Egoismul nici nu  a trebuit sa fie cautat, caci a iesit singur la iveala, dintr-un cuib  de viespi. Mergind atit de mult, i s-a facut sete, si venind inspre lac,  a descoperit-o pe Frumusete. Cu Indoiala a fost si mai usor, caci  aceasta sta cocotata pe un gard, neputind decide unde sa se ascunda.  Astfel i-a gasit pe toti, Talentul - in iarba tinara, Frica - intr-o  pestera intunecata, Minciuna - la fundul oceanului, chiar si pe  Neatentie, care a uitat pur si simplu de joaca. Numai Dragostea nu putea  fi gasita. Nebunia o cautase in fiecare tufaris, fiecare riulet, pe  piscurile muntilor, si, cind era aproape gata sa renunte, a zarit tufa  de trandafiri infloriti. Ea a inceput sa indeparteze crengutele  ghimpoase, cind deodata auzi un strigat ascutit: spinii au impuns ochii  Dragostei. Nebunia nu stia ce sa mai faca pentru a-si cere iertare, a  plins, a rugat, a implorat si chiar s-a oferit sa-i fie ajutor si  indrumator. Incepind cu acea zi DRAGOSTEA E OARBA SI NEBUNIA O INSOTESTE  MEREU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-1074614217313384710?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/1074614217313384710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/1074614217313384710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/1074614217313384710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2010/07/iubirea.html' title='Dragostea'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TDWtjw1O8OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RtffR4c1kwI/s72-c/hh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-3982971850499839357</id><published>2010-06-09T21:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:35:35.415+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea....click aici pt. a citi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iubirea &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea adevarata e ca un trandafir superb, rosu, parfumat, înflorit, dar cu foarte multi ghimpi, care straluceste în lumina soarelui. Daca vrei sa îl ai, trebuie sa îl cultivi. Ca si cel mai priceput gradinar sa-l ingrijesti, sa ai rabdare sa creasca, sa se dezvolte si sa infloreasca, sa îl aperi de geruri si de furtuni, de hoti si de alti daunatori. Mai presus de orice, trebuie sa crezi cu putere ca frumusetea exista si ca o vezi ca se manifesta în viata ta, prin frumusetea unica a acestui trandafir. Când va înflori în toata plenitudinea sa, bucura-te de minunea existentei lui, culege-l cu grija, chiar daca vei sângera datorita ghimpilor sai, iar parfumul pe care îl vei obtine, pastreaza-l toata viata, si daruieste din el oricui are nevoie, dar si reteta ta de bun cultivator... si poate un lastar de trandafir, rosu, stralucitor, parfumat, pentru a fi cultiva în gradina vietii oricui va putea deprinde de la tine arta cresterii trandafirilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TA_gk8Rk1qI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0AHoIHFVZlI/s1600/rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/TA_gk8Rk1qI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0AHoIHFVZlI/s1600/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A iubi este o artã, dupã cum si a trãi este o artã. Dacã vrem sã aflãm cum sã iubim, sã obtinem mãiestria în aceastã artã, va trebui sã procedãm asa cum se procedeazã când vrem sã învãtãm orice altã artã: muzicã, picturã, dans, arta medicinei sau a ingineriei. Vom avea nevoie de anumite abilitãti cum ar fi urmãtoarele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Disciplinã - A dobândi arta iubirii solicitã disciplinã, o angajare puternicã a timpului si a întregii fiinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Concentrarea - este conditia pentru a putea întelege deplin persoana iubitã, pentru a putea pãtrunde în universul ei interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rãbdarea - Arta iubirii nu se deprinde repede, ci prin exercitiu îndelungat, prin tehnica pasilor mici. Deprinderile de contact erotic se dezvoltã treptat implincând rãbdare fatã de sine si fatã de celãlalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sensibilitatea - Aceastã calitate devine o deprindere eroticã ce constã în constientizarea la nivel superior a trãirilor senzitive, asociate cu emotii si sentimente. A pune sensibilitatea în serviciul iubirii înseamnã a deveni constient de un gând incorect, atunci când concentrarea, disciplina si rãbdarea au adormit, când esti tensionat si nu ai relatii bune cu ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Depãsirea narcisismului - Narcisismul este centrarea pe propria plãcere, dar iubirea solicitã un mod de manifestare lipsit de egoism, rezonabil, o anumitã modestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iatã ce afirmã poetul musulman Rumi în legãturã cu dobândirea mãiestriei în arta iubirii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Într-adevãr, niciodatã cel care iubeste nu cautã sã fie cãutat de cel iubit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când strãfulgerarea iubirii a atins inima aceasta, sã stii cã existã iubire si în inima aceea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când iubirea lui Dumnezeu creste în inima ta, fii sigur cã si Dumnezeu te iubeste pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici un sunet de aplauze nu se poate face auzit de la o singurã mânã, fãrã cealaltã mânã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întelepciunea Divinã este destinul, si el este cel care a hotãrât sã ne iubim unul pe celãlalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cãci asa este dat sã fie în lumea aceasta: iecare parte a lumii sã-si aibã perechea sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ochii înteleptului, Cerul este bãrbatul, iar Pãmântul, femeia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pãmântul are grijã sã facã sã creascã tot ce lasã Cerul sã cadã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când Pãmântului îi lipseste cãldura, Cerul i-o trimite; când îsi pierde prospetimea si umezeala, Cerul i le redã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerul stã tot timpul de veghe ca un bãrbat ce-i poartã de grijã nevestei sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar Pãmântul se ocupã mereu de cele ale casei: naste si hrãneste tot ceea ce poartã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priveste Pãmântul si Cerul ca având inteligentã, cãci fac ceea ca fac fiintele inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacã ei doi nu ar avea plãcere unul de celãlalt, de ce ar sta îmbrãtisati ca indrãgostitii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fãrã Pãmânt cum ar putea înflori florile si pomii? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce ar mai produce atunci apa si cãldura Cerului?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum Dumnezeu a pus dorinta în bãrbat,i în femeie pentru ca lumea sã fie perpetuatã prin unirea lor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa a implantat EL în fiecare parte a existentei, nãzuinta cãtre o altã parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua si Noaptea sunt dusmani pe fatã si totusi servesc amândouã aceluiasi scop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare iubindu-l pe celãlalt ca sã-si poatã face impreunã lucrarea ce o au de fãcut amândoi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fãrã Noapte, natura omului nu ar câstiga nimic, si astfel nu ar avea nimic de cheltuit Ziua."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-3982971850499839357?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3982971850499839357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Covor de nestemate&lt;br /&gt;Si una cate una&lt;br /&gt;Ti le-as da pe toate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-as fi luna sus  cer&lt;br /&gt;Ce  domina prin vremuri&lt;br /&gt;Si transmite-n in aer&lt;br /&gt;Mireasma ce o porti&lt;br /&gt;Te-as chema iubito&lt;br /&gt;Aici Langa mine&lt;br /&gt;La lumina-mi calda&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-as putea fi oare&lt;br /&gt;Fratele din cer&lt;br /&gt;Al astrului ce pleaca&lt;br /&gt;In zori  singurel&lt;br /&gt;Nu as mai fi fi unicul&lt;br /&gt;Ce daruie lumina&lt;br /&gt;Si-am veghea tot cerul&lt;br /&gt;Tinandu-ne de mana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-6985911851371811589?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/6985911851371811589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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2010'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-6888377987354669881</id><published>2009-12-22T16:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:23:47.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce poate fi</title><content type='html'>Ce poate fi mai scump şi drag&lt;br /&gt;Decât să mi te port în gând,&lt;br /&gt;Să te aştept zâmbind în prag&lt;br /&gt;Să te aştept să vii oricând?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce poate fi mai dulce-n viaţă&lt;br /&gt;Decât să mângâi al tău chip,&lt;br /&gt;Să te sărut de dimineaţă&lt;br /&gt;Şi tandre versuri să-ţi dedic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi poate da mai multă forţă,&lt;br /&gt;Decât o mângâiere-a ta?&lt;br /&gt;Ce poate-aprinde a mea torţă,&lt;br /&gt;Decât iubirea ce-mi poţi da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce poate fi mai sfânt pe lume&lt;br /&gt;Decât iubirea ce ne leagă?&lt;br /&gt;Şi strâns lipiţi, cu pasiune, să ne şoptim:&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-eşti drag!, - Mi-eşti dragă!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-6888377987354669881?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/6888377987354669881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ce-poate-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/6888377987354669881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Nu-mi este teama sa-ti spun ca te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca un fluid, puternic ma-nconjoara&lt;br /&gt;Al dragostei vartej ametitor,&lt;br /&gt;In jurul meu e numai primavara&lt;br /&gt;Si-n fiecare clipa, de tine imi e dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat amar de ani am cautat...&lt;br /&gt;N-as fi crezut ca totusi se mai poate,&lt;br /&gt;Sa am alaturi un suflet minunat,&lt;br /&gt;Plin de tandrete si sinceritate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te am in suflet ca pe-un talisman,&lt;br /&gt;Fara putinta de a te parasi&lt;br /&gt;Si dragostea spori-va-mi, cu fiecare an,&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta ca alaturi, pururea sa-mi fii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-8417735645274278237?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/8417735645274278237/comments/default' title='Postare 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iubi!&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc, in minte cu-al tau nume...&lt;br /&gt;Te rog, nu ma dezamagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Iubesc mult!!:*:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-8866126487729598180?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/8866126487729598180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-ma-dezamagi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8866126487729598180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8866126487729598180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-ma-dezamagi.html' title='Nu ma dezamagi'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-2049723526954469246</id><published>2009-12-13T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:56:03.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>Te rog iarta-ma,sau uita-ma.&lt;br /&gt;Te-am iubit,si totusi ti-am gresit...&lt;br /&gt;Fara tine,e un gol in mine...&lt;br /&gt;Eu traiesc,pentru ca te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi doresc altceva,sau pe cineva&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau...iubirea altcuiva so dau.&lt;br /&gt;Plang in mine,pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Candva ce am iubit,acum a pierit...&lt;br /&gt;Dece tocmai tu,si nu altu...&lt;br /&gt;Dece un suflet curat,ca tine,a plecat...&lt;br /&gt;A lasat durere si mahnire...&lt;br /&gt;Ca un rau,ce-i pierdut din frau.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam in vise,acum sunt amintiri sterse...&lt;br /&gt;De-ai mai fi o secunda,sufletul inunda&lt;br /&gt;Cu a ta caldura,ce sufletul mi-l fura...&lt;br /&gt;Ca un fulger...si nu-i inger&lt;br /&gt;In urma ta a lovit...tot a mistuit....&lt;br /&gt;Viata mi-a distrus,in genunchi m-a pus...&lt;br /&gt;Chipul ti-l privesc,desi nu te mai zaresc....&lt;br /&gt;Dar in mintea mea,a ramas doar ea&lt;br /&gt;A ta privire...mi-a ramas in amintire...&lt;br /&gt;Esti acolo sus...si privesc spre apus&lt;br /&gt;Asteaptama si pe mine...voi fi langa tine...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;De ce te-ai dus...dece te-ai supus...&lt;br /&gt;...te voi purta mereu,la bine si la greu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     by   C|p&lt;div 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title=',,,'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5960485984669730883</id><published>2009-11-23T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:34:59.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce este iubirea?</title><content type='html'>Arta iubirii incepe cu noi insine. Primul pas consta in a deveni constienti, in a intelege adevarul potrivit caruia fiecare om isi viseaza propriul vis. Cine intelege acest lucru devine responsabil pentru partea sa din relatie, adica pentru el insusi. Stiind ca este responsabil pentru partea sa de relatie, el o poate controla cu usurinta. Nu are insa nici un rost sa incerce sa controleze si cealalta jumatate a relatiei. Daca il/o respectam cu adevarat, noi vom intelege ca partenerul nostru/partenera noastra, sau prietenul, fiul, mama, toti sunt pe deplin responsabili pentru jumatatea lor de relatie. Daca vom sti sa respectam cealalta jumatate, relatia noastra nu va fi niciodata caracterizata de conflicte. Noi nu vom avea nicodata parte de razboi in familie sau in cuplu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe, daca intelegem ce inseamna iubirea sau ce inseamna teama, putem deveni constienti de modul in care ne comunicam visul altor persoane. Calitatea comunicarii noastre depinde de optiunile pe care le facem in fiecare moment, de racordarea ccealaltaorpului nostru emotional la vibratia iubirii sau la vibratia fricii. Chiar daca ne aflam pe calea fricii, noi putem sa schimbam vibratia pe cea a iubirii. Este o optiune personala. Constientizarea caii pe care ne aflam poate schimba totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit, daca intelegem faptul ca nimeni altcineva nu ne poate face sa fim fericiti decat noi insine, si ca aceasta fericire este rezultatul iubirii care emana din fiinta noastra, vom putea atinge maiestria in cea mai mare arta, Arta Iubirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi putem vorbi desrep iubire si putem scrie o mie de carti despre ea, dar iubirea difera pemtru fiecare om in parte, caci ea trebuie mai intai experimentata. Iubirea nu este un concept, este o stare de fapt, o modalitate de a actiona. Singura cale de a atinge starea de fericire este iubirea in actiune. Singura cale care conduce la suferinta este teama in actiune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura cale prin care putem atinge maiestria in iubire este sa practicam iubirea. Nu este nevoie sa o justificam sau sa o explicam; este suficient doar sa o practicam. Practica este cea care creaza maestrul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre iubire putem avea mai multe pareri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi pe cineva presupune sa te sacrifici pentru celalalt;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a-l poseda pe deplin pe celalalt;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a-i demonstra in permanenta prin fapte, cadouri, alte acte ca este iubire;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a percepe magia iubirii;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a nu insela;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi echivaleaza cu a te refugia intr-o lume rupta de restul;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a simti intens pentru o persoana pe care o vei pierde candva;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a te simti mereu vesel;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna a te preocupa permanent de celalalt;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna speranta;&lt;br /&gt;a iubi inseamna suferinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A iubi inseamna sa te iubesti pe tine in primul rand. Iubesti ceea ce esti tu in celalalt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5960485984669730883?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5960485984669730883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-este-iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5960485984669730883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5960485984669730883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-este-iubirea.html' title='Ce este iubirea?'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-3102596168216006865</id><published>2009-11-15T17:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:50:30.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriu</title><content type='html'>Scriu, ca să mă pot vindeca de îndoială&lt;br /&gt;Şi să nu port în mine nici un fel de boală!&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele mă fac să mă simt tot mai fericit&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n suflet am pacea, darul iertării primit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriu despre floarea divină: sufletul meu,&lt;br /&gt;În pregătire să plece, ca un spic de Lumină,&lt;br /&gt;În Raiul odihnei şi fericirii lui Dumnezeu,&lt;br /&gt;Unde din viaţa de ger va sosi-n viaţa senină!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-3102596168216006865?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3102596168216006865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/scriu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3102596168216006865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3102596168216006865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/11/scriu.html' title='Scriu'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-7662483948971922288</id><published>2009-11-15T17:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:49:09.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PASI SPRE FERICIRE...</title><content type='html'>NE TRECEM CA SI ANOTIMPURILE,&lt;br /&gt;DAR NOI NU NE REPETAM CA SI ELE!&lt;br /&gt;ACUMA MA UIT DOAR LA FOTOGRAFII,&lt;br /&gt;IN CARE-AM PASTRAT ANII MEI VII...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS VREA SA OPRESC TIMPUL IN LOC,&lt;br /&gt;DAR NU UIT CA SUNT DOAR UNJ STRAJER;&lt;br /&gt;SI-S IN TURNUL DE VEGHERE-N SOROC,&lt;br /&gt;CANTAND FERICIREA-NVELITA-N MISTER!&lt;div 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FERICIRE...'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-2478218194148414625</id><published>2009-11-15T17:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:44:45.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nor nervos de noiembrie</title><content type='html'>Pentru un nor nervos de noiembrie&lt;br /&gt;Totul…poate fi...banal&lt;br /&gt;Atunci când priveşte în jos…&lt;br /&gt;Fiind cu greu trezit de dimineaţă&lt;br /&gt;De către ceilalţi nori&lt;br /&gt;Care strigă către el ,,deşteptarea, deşteptarea…”&lt;br /&gt;Îşi spune: ,,mai bine mă ascundeam”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un nor nervos de noiembrie&lt;br /&gt;Mersul la serviciu al oamenilor e…de neînţeles&lt;br /&gt;Până şi mersul pe jos este…de fapt…&lt;br /&gt;De fapt…nu cred că îl va putea înţelege vreodată&lt;br /&gt;Când vede cum merg oamenii dimineaţa la serviciu&lt;br /&gt;Îşi spune: ,,câtă risipă de energie”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un nor nervos de noiembrie&lt;br /&gt;Atunci când priveşte în zare…plutind…&lt;br /&gt;Totul i se pare…lung…sau lat…sau…nu&lt;br /&gt;Picăturile de ploaie…de care încearcă să scape&lt;br /&gt;I se par…incredibil de mari&lt;br /&gt;În clipa aia îşi spune: ,,mai bine fără…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un nor nervos de noiembrie&lt;br /&gt;Seara vine mult mai repede…&lt;br /&gt;Atunci când priveşte spre noi&lt;br /&gt;Poate lesne observa cum se schimbă acoperişurile caselor&lt;br /&gt;Ştiu că îi plac mult…&lt;br /&gt;Cred că…ar fi singurul lucru pe care îl admiră&lt;br /&gt;Îşi spune: ,,probabil că mâine voi fi în altă parte”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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uiti,...uit toate clipele&lt;br /&gt;In care miam pierdut noptile...&lt;br /&gt;Te rog,o ultima imbratisare&lt;br /&gt;Si poti..sa-mi dai uitare.&lt;br /&gt;Acum privesc poze vechi,&lt;br /&gt;Un album prafuit,invechit.&lt;br /&gt;Si pozele..nu mai vorbesc&lt;br /&gt;Au amutit..nici nu mai soptesc...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt pierdut de realitate&lt;br /&gt;Cu ganduri intunecate...&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa ma trezesc,&lt;br /&gt;Si de iubire ma feresc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-966113589053475989?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/966113589053475989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/10/despartire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sr_aVwiXeqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gpbqqmcJkaQ/s1600-h/winged-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sr_aVwiXeqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gpbqqmcJkaQ/s200/winged-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386263746699557538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu a rade...&lt;br /&gt;Cand ochii sunt plansi&lt;br /&gt;Cand ultima speranta&lt;br /&gt;Din viata ti s-a stins&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;Scriu aceste randuri mici&lt;br /&gt;Sa te ajunga si sa plangi&lt;br /&gt;Ca asa m-ajuns pe mine&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma tot gandesc la tine&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti cer flori din fundul marii&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti cer stelele ceresti&lt;br /&gt;Doar atat iti cer eu tie...&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi daca ma iubesti...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vad in toate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macar de-as sti ce vreau,&lt;br /&gt;Macar de-as stii ce simt!&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri zalude de seara...&lt;br /&gt;pe cine-ncerc sa mint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara, cand vine seara,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci mi-e si mai greu,&lt;br /&gt;Cand umbre lungi pe pereti&lt;br /&gt;Imita palid chipul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e-un dor nebun de tine,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor cat nu se poate&lt;br /&gt;Chipul tau... Chipul tau&lt;br /&gt;In gandurile toate... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loc de iubire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar perna stie cat am plans!&lt;br /&gt;Tu, nu vei sti, ca nu-ti voi spune,&lt;br /&gt;Tinand in brate perna strans&lt;br /&gt;Soptind in noapte al tau nume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca mi-a fost usor,&lt;br /&gt;Cand te iubeam numai pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Si mistuit de-al tau dor&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu stiai de mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am acceptat prietenia ta,&lt;br /&gt;Era mai mult decat nimic,&lt;br /&gt;Dar imima inca spera&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma iubesti si tu un pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba te-ai intors la mine,&lt;br /&gt;Acum,imi esti prietena doar,&lt;br /&gt;Si-as vrea sa te iubesc pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Te-as amagi insa in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca stiu, nu ma iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;Te simti doar singura, parasita,&lt;br /&gt;Hai, vino sa imi povestesti,&lt;br /&gt;Prietena mi-esti, dar nu iubita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vei mai iubi, asta o stiu,&lt;br /&gt;O stii si tu prea bine,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt aici, exemplu viu&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc acum, dar nu pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am acceptat prietenia ta&lt;br /&gt;Si asta iti voi fi mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Iubit? Nu, chiar de as vrea&lt;br /&gt;Si nu-s de vina eu.&lt;br /&gt;Noi doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;br /&gt;Tu -&lt;br /&gt;Doua batai nebunesti&lt;br /&gt;de inima&lt;br /&gt;sufletul meu&lt;br /&gt;ingenunchiat...&lt;br /&gt;O simpla, atat de simpal privire -&lt;br /&gt;nu simti cum ma pierd ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;De ce iti dau drumul ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-82043931351062068?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/82043931351062068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/09/poezii-de-tristete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/82043931351062068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/82043931351062068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/09/poezii-de-tristete.html' title='Poezii de tristete:('/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sr_aVwiXeqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gpbqqmcJkaQ/s72-c/winged-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-4585092650484594969</id><published>2009-09-10T21:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:14:26.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru noi doi e prea tarziu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SqlB9ojpYYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xEqHZXoe17U/s1600-h/DESPARTIRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SqlB9ojpYYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xEqHZXoe17U/s200/DESPARTIRE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379903756985524610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pleca,mai este timp!&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi ochii sa ti mai sarut odata,&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi voie sa te ating,&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca vrei sa pleci,pleaca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine sunt eu sa te opresc?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un nimeni,stiu...&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca din suflet te iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi doi e prea tarziu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te implor nu ma uita,&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti din cand in cand de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pastreaza un gram din amintirea mea,&lt;br /&gt;Caci peste ani vom fi doua suflete straine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai am o ultima dorinta,&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi cea din urma imbratisare,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti mai simt dulcea ta fiinta,&lt;br /&gt;Langa-mi trupul care moare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-4585092650484594969?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/4585092650484594969/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/09/pentru-noi-doi-e-prea-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/4585092650484594969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/4585092650484594969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/09/pentru-noi-doi-e-prea-tarziu.html' title='Pentru noi doi e prea tarziu...'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SqlB9ojpYYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xEqHZXoe17U/s72-c/DESPARTIRE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-6365949399257880223</id><published>2009-08-25T12:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:49:55.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catrenele dragostei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SpOzu2GLe3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/l4JDAYafZNo/s1600-h/inima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SpOzu2GLe3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/l4JDAYafZNo/s200/inima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373836397759921010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Dragã-mi este dragostea&lt;br /&gt;bântuitã de sprâncene,&lt;br /&gt;de sprâncene pãmântene,&lt;br /&gt;lungi, piezis-rãsãritene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea,&lt;br /&gt;soarele din an în veac,&lt;br /&gt;dragostea ce poartã-n ea&lt;br /&gt;moarte-ades si-ades un leac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-se cã-n holdã coaptã&lt;br /&gt;macul îl dezbraci c-o soaptã.&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea&lt;br /&gt;care zice: nu si da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea,&lt;br /&gt;mare face inima,&lt;br /&gt;mare pe cât lumea-zare,&lt;br /&gt;micã pe cât lacrima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea&lt;br /&gt;care face stea si stea&lt;br /&gt;din pãmânturile noastre -&lt;br /&gt;prin poienile albastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sângele îsi stie visul.&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea&lt;br /&gt;cu-nãltimile si-abisul&lt;br /&gt;si cu ce mai are-n ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea -&lt;br /&gt;locului nu pot s-o tin,&lt;br /&gt;cãci frumsetea ei dispare&lt;br /&gt;în frumsetile-i ce vin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea,&lt;br /&gt;dragã uneori furtuna&lt;br /&gt;si-un pãcat pe care-l arde&lt;br /&gt;pe la miezul noptii luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din aleanul trupului&lt;br /&gt;sufletul se naste.&lt;br /&gt;Dragã-mi este dragostea&lt;br /&gt;ce de ani mã paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea ne-o tinã zeii,&lt;br /&gt;sã ne-ncânte funigeii&lt;br /&gt;ca urzeala inului&lt;br /&gt;firele destinului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-6365949399257880223?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/6365949399257880223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/08/catrenele-dragostei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/6365949399257880223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/6365949399257880223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/08/catrenele-dragostei.html' title='Catrenele dragostei'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SpOzu2GLe3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/l4JDAYafZNo/s72-c/inima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-3542922611742391774</id><published>2009-07-31T15:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:08:06.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ochii albastri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SnLegSc6P-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M07-NWqzSCM/s1600-h/sad_blue_true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SnLegSc6P-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M07-NWqzSCM/s200/sad_blue_true.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364594752441958370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu stie cum e&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii omul rau&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii omul trist&lt;br /&gt;In spatele ochilor albastri&lt;br /&gt;Si nimeni nu stie&lt;br /&gt;Cum e sa fii urat de lume&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii ocolit si sa ti se spuna numai minciuni&lt;br /&gt;Dar visele mele nu sant goale&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum constiinta mea se pare ca este&lt;br /&gt;Am avut ore cand am stat singur&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea mea e razbunare&lt;br /&gt;Nu e niciodata gratis&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu stie cum e&lt;br /&gt;Sa simti aceste sentimente&lt;br /&gt;Cum le simt eu, si te invinovatesc pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu ma loveste asa de tare&lt;br /&gt;Cu furia lor&lt;br /&gt;Nici durerea mea nu se va vindeca&lt;br /&gt;Si nici nu pot trece peste&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu stie cum e&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii neinteles, sa fii infrant&lt;br /&gt;In spatele ochilor albastri&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu stie cum sa o spuna&lt;br /&gt;Ca le pare rau si isi fac griji&lt;br /&gt;Nu spun minciuni&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu stie cum e Sa fii omul rau, sa fii omul trist&lt;br /&gt;In spatele ochilor albastrï&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-3542922611742391774?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3542922611742391774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ochii-albastri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3542922611742391774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3542922611742391774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ochii-albastri.html' title='Ochii albastri...'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SnLegSc6P-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M07-NWqzSCM/s72-c/sad_blue_true.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5525741814402693921</id><published>2009-07-13T12:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:01:02.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfaturi pt. o noua relatie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsFKqohViI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n2immHVVNNg/s1600-h/foame-de-dragoste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsFKqohViI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n2immHVVNNg/s200/foame-de-dragoste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881862488413730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a incepe cu bine o relatie, trebuie mai intai sa stergi cu buretele esecul din trecut. In al doilea rand, este necesar sa te inarmezi cu multa rabdare pentru a-ti cunoaste partenerul actual. Daca descoperi ca ti-ai gasit sufletul pereche, trebuie sa dai dovada de multa delicatete in actiunile tale pentru a-l pastra. Iata cinci sfaturi care te vor ajuta sa debutezi cu dreptul intr-o relatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noua ta cucerire te-a invitat la cina. Aflata in fata meniului, nu te gandesti decat la un singur lucru: fostul ar fi comandat cu siguranta ceva traditional. Daca mergeti la o terasa noua, iti spui ca cel din trecut nu ar fi apreciat un astfel de loc. Daca fostul tau partener este mereu prezent in gandurile tale, inseamna ca nu esti cu adevarat pregatita pentru o noua dragoste. Pentru a trai o poveste de iubire trebuie sa iti incheii socotelile, fie ele si mentale, cu fostul. Este gresit sa crezi ca pasiunea ce se va naste te va face sa iti uiti vechiul partener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vei sti ca ai intr-adevar inima usoara daca vei face bilantul relatiei tale din trecut. Ce ti-a placut la fostul partener? Ce nu ti-a placut? De ce v-ati certat? Daca dupa acest bilant vei putea identifica in mod clar punctele forte ale vechii tale relatii si vei ramane fara regrete, poti incepe o noua relatie. El te va ajuta si sa identifici ce te atrage la sexul opus si astfel vei putea alege cu atentie viitorul partener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi ai mai trecut prin asta, ai emotii. Aproape tuturor li se intampla asta. Iti este teama ca nu te vei ridica la inaltimea asteptarilor lui si cosideri ca, daca faci anumite greseli, ai putea chiar sa-i displaci. Gandeste pozitiv si fii tu insati. Nu te da batuta inainte de a te prezenta la intalnire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stima de sine se cultiva. Procesul acesta este adesea de lunga durata, dar depinde de tine cat de repede vei deveni constienta de calitatile tale. Pentru a reusi, fixeaza-ti obiectivele:&lt;br /&gt; Fii prima care sparge gheata, angajandu-te intr-o conversatie.&lt;br /&gt; Asigura-te ca il vei face sa rada cel putin o data.&lt;br /&gt; Daca iti va placea de el, vei fi tu cea care va sugera o noua intalnire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5525741814402693921?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5525741814402693921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/sfaturi-pt-o-noua-relatie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5525741814402693921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5525741814402693921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/sfaturi-pt-o-noua-relatie.html' title='Sfaturi pt. o noua relatie..'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsFKqohViI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n2immHVVNNg/s72-c/foame-de-dragoste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-2636222259650007293</id><published>2009-07-13T12:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:56:57.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce este Iubirea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsCBPT1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c0NKXM9A1hA/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsCBPT1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c0NKXM9A1hA/s200/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357878402000184402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Salutare! Stiti toata lumea vorbeste despre iubire de parca ar fi ceva ce se intampla la orice ora si la orcine! Intr-adevar te indragostesti, iubesti dar lipseste ceva, acel ceva este iubirea adevarata pe care foarte putini o cunosc si in general cei care o cunosc nu sunt cu persoana dupa care sunt inebuniti si pe care o iubesc cu adevarat! Cand iubesti cu adevarat iti dai seama ca defapt aceea persoana pe care o iubesti este mai mult decat orice pentru tine, nici macar viata ta sau familia ta nu este mai importanta cu ea! Sa aveti o zi superba! Eu doar mi-am spus parerea care este cea mai exacta si mai adevarata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să nu crezi că dacă eşti cu cineva eşti fericit...nu mai eşti singur..., simţi căldură sufletească atâta timp cât eşti lângă persoana respectivă,când nu e lângă tine simţi răceală. Nu , o să vezi pe propria piele , că iubirea NU E AŞA CUM ŢI-O POVESTESC ALŢII.La început lupţi ca să obţii iubire,apoi lupţi pentru a o păstra.Nu trebuie să devină o fixaţie iubirea,ea nu este decât un sentiment trecător , exista doar în mintea noastră,te simti bine lângă persoana respectivă când îţi acordă toată atenţia cuvenită , dacă nu e aşa e doar durere,inima cere un sărut , o îmbrăţişare, crede-mă simţi intotdeauna o nesiguranţă,nu e fericire deplină . E frumos să te plimbi cu cineva şi să te protejeze de frig , sa ţină la tine şi să-ţi arate asta,iar fiecare sărut să fie o aventură...&lt;br /&gt;Era frumos , puteai gândi aiurea,puteai zice orice,sufletul îţi vibra de sentimentul inălţător al gândurilor,acum le simt închise în mine,gânduri pierdute printre matematici discrete . Sunt fantezii , o linie a infinitului la care sper să ajung , dar pe care nu o pot atinge , e ca un magnet , un soare ce mă absoarbe deşi mă iradiază , orbindu-mă , căci nu mai pot vedea viaţa . Păcat că visul e doar un vis , pluteşte în vântul incertitudinii , se risipeşte în clipe şi nici măcar nu ai timp să te bucuri,şi daca ai sansa să te bucuri , parcă e prea scurtă , aş vrea ca fericirea să dureze un secol , să fie vis + realitate într-o fantezie , dar o viaţa de om e prea puţin...&lt;br /&gt; Problema e că puţini ştiu să aprecieze combinaţia dintre frumos şi urât , deşi inseamnă provocare . Dar ca să porneşti la luptă trebuie să-ţi pui armura , să nu suferi , să nu te răneşti , dar te sufoci şi eşti cu atât mai mult... mai sensibil . Dar cum crezi că vei avea pe cineva , iţi sare careva in braţe ? Nu prea ... nu a zis nimeni că viaţa e roz,trebuie ca tu să o faci sa fie roz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-2636222259650007293?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2636222259650007293/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ce-este-iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2636222259650007293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2636222259650007293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ce-este-iubirea.html' title='Ce este Iubirea...'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SlsCBPT1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c0NKXM9A1hA/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-2221173345341200757</id><published>2009-06-12T12:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:55:21.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Trist:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SjIl9RZNFwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xUKKiPc9N-w/s1600-h/another_sunny_day_by_barbroute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SjIl9RZNFwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xUKKiPc9N-w/s200/another_sunny_day_by_barbroute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346377442213566210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hai ramai cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Sau ramai cu bine&lt;br /&gt;Poate asa-i mai bine&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu-ti convine&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te tine&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa faci ce vrei de maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitarea sigur va veni&lt;br /&gt;Vor trece clipele pe rand&lt;br /&gt;Cand la trecut te vei gandi&lt;br /&gt;Pastreaza-ma o clipa-n gand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma dor ochii pentru ca nu te pot vedea,&lt;br /&gt;Bratele-mi sunt goale pentru ca nu te pot imbratisa,&lt;br /&gt;Buzele-mi sunt reci ca nu te pot saruta,&lt;br /&gt;Inima mi se frange ca nu esti a mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vezi tu,nu pot sa te uit&lt;br /&gt;Fiind ca te iubesc prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;Insa tie ti-e usor,&lt;br /&gt;Mie insa imi vine sa mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi ne-am intalnit&lt;br /&gt;Si ne-am placut si ne-am iubit.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea parca a inebunit&lt;br /&gt;Si intr-o zi ne-a despartit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi amare imi acopera ochii&lt;br /&gt;Cand noaptea la tine stau si privesc,&lt;br /&gt;Iar somnu-i departe nu pot sa-l apropii&lt;br /&gt;Si doar la tine stau si ma gandesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-2221173345341200757?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2221173345341200757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/06/trist.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2221173345341200757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2221173345341200757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/06/trist.html' title='.....Trist:('/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/SjIl9RZNFwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xUKKiPc9N-w/s72-c/another_sunny_day_by_barbroute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-8279615934051325194</id><published>2009-05-24T12:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:03:57.338+03:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/ShkY_7DETAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VF1YdAWZ0UU/s1600-h/0508_trist_cathalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/ShkY_7DETAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VF1YdAWZ0UU/s200/0508_trist_cathalin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339326319685815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un zambet a fost suficient... pt a o iubi... lumina ochilor ei mi-a orbit sufletul, vorbele spuse imi sunt si acum tiparite in minte.. fiecare cuvant, fiecare soapta.. vocea ei... o voce suava, gingasa ce ma alina mereu... stateam ore-n sir si discutam... discutam orice, despre soare si luna, despre moarte si viata, despre vreme, despre noi... despre lumea mea sau lumea ei... nu m-a atins niciodata, cu toate k am impresia uneori k pe obraz ii simt parfumul... e departe de mine.. mult prea departe, am cunoscuto pe net, cand privirele ni s-au intalnit am simtit amandoi ceva puternic.... cred k jumatate de ora ne-am privit fara sa ne scriem macar un cuvant.... of... ce ochi, ce buze, ce om.... un inger... ce cobora in fiecare noapte in visele mele si-n fiecare zi era acolo, in lumea ei, ma astepta..... nu-mi cerea nimic... doar imi oferea, ma facea sa zambesc chiar si atunci cand credeam k e totul pierdut... stia sa-mi stearga lacrimile fara sa ma atinga.... stia sa-mi vorbeasca fara cuvinte.. doar prin priviri... m-a facut sa iubesc uratul existent in lumea mea.... sa iubesc ploile, furtunile... sa ma iubesc pe mine.... si pe ea.. o iubesc foarte mult... si stiu k si ea ma iubeste... mult... dar mereu acelasi dar... mi-a promis k va veni, ma va strange in ale ei brate.. va fi langa mine... de o saptamana nu reusesc sa ma concentrez asupra studiilor.. ma gandesc doar la ea, si plang, alerg, ma ratacesc, simt k ma prabusesc.. totul e o nebunie inecata in ceata durerii.... nu mai vreau sa sufar... imi pun prea multe intrebari... dak i s-a intamplat ceva?dak nu ma mai vrea?prea multe intrebari... prea multa iubire... prea trista lumea mea fara ea.. de fapt fara ea totul e lipsit de rost.. nu pot sa merg mai departe... m-a invatat multe dar nu m-a invatat cum sa traiesc fara ea.... fara vorbele ei, privirea ei... iubirea ei...... imi lipseste... si-mi va lipsi... mereu... eu inca o astept.... prea trista aceasta asteptare... prea trist sunt eu.. prea trist e totul fara iubire.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubiti si iubiti-va....... traiti cu un singur scop:sa daruiti.... daruiti totul celui drag, caci tare trist e sa ai ce oferi dar nu ai cui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-8279615934051325194?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/8279615934051325194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8279615934051325194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/8279615934051325194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/ShkY_7DETAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VF1YdAWZ0UU/s72-c/0508_trist_cathalin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5526630931733991637</id><published>2009-05-16T21:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:16:04.445+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintiri...8-&gt; :-&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg8NAEKzovI/AAAAAAAAALc/9CBM44yVEXI/s1600-h/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_OF_TOMORROW___Yoshikazu_Kato-ROAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg8NAEKzovI/AAAAAAAAALc/9CBM44yVEXI/s320/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_OF_TOMORROW___Yoshikazu_Kato-ROAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336498378227557106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imi aduc aminte cand ne.am cunoscut noi 2 eram asa de fericiti ca ne.am gasit unul pe altul am crezut ca ne.am intalnit perechea perfecta, dar timpul a stricat totul, vinovat am fost si eu si distanta ce ne despartea.Probabil eram putin gelos nustiu ce anume sa sa cred si eu ca se intampla cu mine;dar lucrul a fost inevitabil:(&lt;br /&gt; Stau singur in camera mea si imi aduc aminte clipele care plangeam amandoi ca doi copii mici ce nu stiam ce.i cu noi; cand radeam impreuna de la orice cuvant spus 8-&gt;, cand vorbeam la telefon in miez de noapte si.ti spuneam TE IUBESC..Te Iubesc enorm de mult:X, cand ne.am intalnit pentru prima oara si te.am sarutat acel sarut mia ramas pe buze si acum nu se va sterge niciodata, cand ne plimbam prin parca si ne tineam de mana, cand te sarutam, cand stateam imbratisati si iti spuneam incet la ureche" "nimeni si nimic nu ne va putea desparti" dar din pacate sa intamplat acest lucru oribil..toate aceste clipe minunate au ramas de domeniul trecutului si ele vor ramane in mintea si sufletul meu mereu...&lt;br /&gt; Cand stau seara in pat imi aduc aminte de chipul tau minunat parca rupt din Rai, buzele tale dulci, zambetul tau inconfundabil...; stau intins in pat si strang in brate perna crezand ca esti tu langa mine dar imi dau seama ca te.am pierdut si nustiu daca voi mai avea sansa sa te retin in brate si sa.ti simt buzele:X...&lt;br /&gt;  TE IUBESC si te voi IUBI mereu, mi.ai ramas in suflet..mai fermecat cu primul          cuvant spus de tine; esti ce mi.am dorit mereu..TE IUBESC&gt;:D&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;  Daca as putea face ceva ca sa te am inapoi as face din toata inima..&lt;br /&gt;                             I MISS YOU:(..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5526630931733991637?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5526630931733991637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/amintiri8.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5526630931733991637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5526630931733991637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/amintiri8.html' title='Amintiri...8-&gt; :-&lt;'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg8NAEKzovI/AAAAAAAAALc/9CBM44yVEXI/s72-c/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_OF_TOMORROW___Yoshikazu_Kato-ROAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5814542193593133391</id><published>2009-05-15T22:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:56:17.431+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg3EW1fMfnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KzXxMmz4BVQ/s1600-h/2264176036_7a4f9f661b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg3EW1fMfnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KzXxMmz4BVQ/s200/2264176036_7a4f9f661b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336137030097993330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liniste.Mult prea multa liniste. Infrigurat, incerc sa  ridic ochii spre o lume noua, spre o raza de speranta, spre un miracol.. spre un nou inceput, inceput pe care’l astept de atata timp ..incerc..atat mi’a ramas..dar nu pot..e frig...frigul imi inunda negrul loc al sufletului, loc parasit de orice urma palida de bucurie..astept un zambet, un semn..orice..numai sa scap..sa pot privi cu ochii limpezi spre eternul orizont scaldat in belsugul albastrului pur..sa pot sa ascult coarda ce vibreaza a viorii acoperita de cenusa, uitata pe o masa a timpului, sa pot privi in fata fara sa ma tem de prezent..de trecut..de ceea ce va urma.....sau acordurile pianului uitat in timp...Oare ce va urma dupa ce ultima stea  va uita sa mai sclipeasca, stingand si ultima lumina a vesnicului calator prin viata...ce se va intampla dupa ce noaptea se va ridica si soarele va lumina iar acelasi pamant, acelasi loc plin de ura, fara sens..oare ce se va intampla cand va disparea speranta, ce se va intampla knd un ultim strigat ce va rasuna peste tot intunericul fara de sfarsit, se va auzi pururea imprejur?...ce se va intampla cand timpul va sta in loc iar piesele de pe masa de sah a creatorului se vor opri? iar praful se va pune asupra noastra..a tuturor, cand nimic nu va mai avea rost...nu stiu de ce, dar deja praful m’a acoperit..si totusi ultima mutare e a mea..in sfarsit pot schimba ceva....ma asez la masa destinului si fac ultima mutare a unei lumi uitate..e sah..sah mat.........Cu orice rasfulare, privire, clipire, atingere, gest, zambet, suras, lacrima, sarut, imbratisare aduceai lumina in viata mea, acum lipsesc toate si e bezna . Si cel mai mic gest ma facea fericit cand totul ne invaluia in tristete, mi`au inghetzat inima si sufletul iar ce simt pentru tine imi va fi greu sa mai simt vreodata pentru cineva, e imposibil, e incredibil dar e adevarat. indiferent ce`a fost  si ce va urma...independent de noi viata merge inainte, dar voi astepta acea clipa care.... zici tu  ca nu va mai veni....nu exista niciodata.....exista roata care stii ce rol are....oricum va fi nu depinde de noi depinde de cel de sus, el ne indruma si ne vorbeste chiar daca nu auzi glasul lui cum il auzeai pe al meu in telefon . .. . e ceva legat de suflet,oricat de rece e, oricand poate fi incalzit doar de cineva.....te iubesc....si stii ca doare....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5814542193593133391?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5814542193593133391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5814542193593133391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5814542193593133391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg3EW1fMfnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KzXxMmz4BVQ/s72-c/2264176036_7a4f9f661b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-5869639236432987584</id><published>2009-05-15T17:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:59:53.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenii ce.i de care vei avea nevoie mereu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg2DOzZ6ilI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASVWeuehr9U/s1600-h/csMIz4486040-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg2DOzZ6ilI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASVWeuehr9U/s200/csMIz4486040-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336065423844215378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg2CfteLhLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yl-iGBYBg4c/s1600-h/friedship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg2CfteLhLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yl-iGBYBg4c/s200/friedship2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336064614797640882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Din clasa a 9-a am doi prieteni adevarati acestia desi ne certam in cateva minute sau ore ne impacam ca asa.s prietenii.Cu ei am petrecut momente de neuitat..multa distractie, nebunii prin oras, gratare, bautura:)).De atunci pana acum si de acum inainte ei imi vor ramane prieteni adevarati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-5869639236432987584?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/5869639236432987584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/prietenii-cei-de-care-vei-avea-nevoie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5869639236432987584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/5869639236432987584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/prietenii-cei-de-care-vei-avea-nevoie.html' title='Prietenii ce.i de care vei avea nevoie mereu'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg2DOzZ6ilI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASVWeuehr9U/s72-c/csMIz4486040-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-2133562363723882580</id><published>2009-05-15T17:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:46:06.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente placute dar si emotionale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1-n2kb0NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/l5Ql8ql94Ms/s1600-h/imagine.html.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1-n2kb0NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/l5Ql8ql94Ms/s200/imagine.html.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336060356632236242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In clasa a 8-a m.am mutat la LICEUL SPORTIV.Aici am invatat cu adevarat ce.i sportul si spiritul de echipa.&lt;br /&gt; Cand am intrat prima oara in clasa eram "pierdut in spatiu"..nu prea stiam ce.i cu mine dar am avut noroc ca mai cunosteam unii colegi.&lt;br /&gt; In timpul clasei a 8-a am luat si eu o medalie de aur si 2 diplome..din pacate numai cu atat am ramas dar is bune si acelea am o amintire.&lt;br /&gt; Dupa ce am trecut de capacitate cu bine am avut noi colegi in clasa cu care m.am imprietenit mai bine in clasa a 10-a:D.&lt;br /&gt; Dupa numeroase concursuri la care am participat din pacate prin clasa a 11-a am avut ruptura musculara care nu mi.a mai dat voie sa particip la concursuri:(..si de atunci mai fac antrenamente usoare..daca ma duc:)).&lt;br /&gt; Acum sunt in clasa a 12-a si astept sa termin scoala sa iau cu bine bacul si sa merg la o facultate ceva sau in cadrul Politiei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-2133562363723882580?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/2133562363723882580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/momente-placute-dar-si-emotionale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2133562363723882580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/2133562363723882580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/momente-placute-dar-si-emotionale.html' title='Momente placute dar si emotionale'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1-n2kb0NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/l5Ql8ql94Ms/s72-c/imagine.html.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241750876861277777.post-3088929651677554277</id><published>2009-05-15T17:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:36:17.747+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintiri din copilarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg17S5yiyyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S1ZNBnRbHnk/s1600-h/IMG_009783_copilarie.large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg17S5yiyyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S1ZNBnRbHnk/s200/IMG_009783_copilarie.large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056698184583970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  Cand eram mai mic nu eram deloc cuminte, faceam fel de fel de boacane care mai mari care mai mici:))..imi aduc aminte ca eram prin clasa a6 a daca nu ma insel.. eram la scoala si impreuna cu niste colegi de ai mei am spart geamul de la baie:D..nu ne.a fost usor sa mintim dar cand au aflat profesorii am incurcato rau de tot...am fost pedepsiti si batuti la palma cu un obiect de plastic:))...&lt;br /&gt; In acelasi an..mi.am rupt mana de 2 ori:D..am avut capu spart si muscat de caine:))dar nu in ultimul rand..am avut accident de masina..i.am "remodificat" masina unui taximetrist:))&gt;.numai belele am avut anul acela#-o, dar eram copil si treceam repede peste moentele alea.&lt;br /&gt; In clasa a 7-a eram la scoala..si a venit o doamna pe nume Agafitei Gica care ma selectat pentru atletism.De atunci inca practic acest sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241750876861277777-3088929651677554277?l=amintiritibi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/feeds/3088929651677554277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/amintiri-din-copilarie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3088929651677554277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241750876861277777/posts/default/3088929651677554277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amintiritibi.blogspot.com/2009/05/amintiri-din-copilarie.html' title='Amintiri din copilarie'/><author><name>~LTI~-Tiberiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982019199161810232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg1pv_svFZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HRDpP74WBI/S220/IfadaA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vLTuUOp2jE/Sg17S5yiyyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S1ZNBnRbHnk/s72-c/IMG_009783_copilarie.large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
