<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:06:30.228-08:00</updated><category term='Dimineti...'/><category term='Vise...'/><category term='Inca o luna...'/><category term='Ganduri'/><category term='subiect de barfa'/><category term='Mandrie'/><title type='text'>My Delight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-8661700307756417728</id><published>2010-08-28T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:47:24.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mihail Sebastian - "Orasul cu salcami"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O carte care mi-a trezit apetitul pentru citit... O actiune care nu stii incotro se indreapta. Nu poti "ghici" sfarsitul.... Usor de citit, si placut in acelasi timp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;upa parerea mea, se adreseaza tinerelor fete care incep sa schimbe papusile pe baieti (ma rog, asta se intampla pe la 10 ani in zilele noastre, din pacate )... Din fericire am trecut prin aceasta etapa la o varsta normala cred eu, de aceea m-am putut regasi intr-o mica masura in eroina romanului, Adriana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Dar nu vezi ca au inflorit salcamii?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Se simtea intrata intr-o perioada de scurta nebunie. Vroia sa o traiasca. Nu facuse socoteli, nu ezitase. Dar odata aici, in aceasta dezlegare de impulsii si doruri, nu tinea deloc sa se intoarca, sa ia precautii, sa se orienteze." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;si totusi,&lt;br /&gt;"El vrea o femeie: are s-o aibe. Eu vreau liniste: o voi avea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Final care nu mi-a placut deloc, un final care vine impotriva tuturor lucrurilor in care cred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-8661700307756417728?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8661700307756417728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=8661700307756417728' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/8661700307756417728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/8661700307756417728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2010/08/mihail-sebastian-orasul-cu-salcami.html' title='Mihail Sebastian - &quot;Orasul cu salcami&quot;'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-750993679127317403</id><published>2010-08-28T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:07:11.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ei bine, au trecut toate... cu bune, cu rele... A trecut si Bac, si admitere, si concediu... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dupa atata timp, in care nu am mai citit nimic, am regasit pasiunea lecturii. Acesta va fi un blog al lecturii (cum sunt atatea), in care voi descrie cartile care m-au marcat... Am inceput asta pe o agenda, dar HEEY, suntem in secolul Blogerilor...de ce m-as lasa mai prejos? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-750993679127317403?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/750993679127317403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=750993679127317403' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/750993679127317403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/750993679127317403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-2125301902072281003</id><published>2009-02-22T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:38:25.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck is love?? :-/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da un search pe google la "love" , "dragoste", "iubire" ... cate zeci de mii de tampenii iti apar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toti inteligentii , toti blogerii, toti "cunoscatorii" incearca sa descrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;iubirea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe unde apuca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unii spun ca e cel mai frumos sentiment de pe pamant... altii ca e cel mai dureros... (si se scufunda in ridicol cu posturi gen: vreau sa mor ca nu esti langa mine, nu mai am lacrimi!) fraaatilor, pastrati ideile astea pentru voi....nu intereseaza pe nimeni ca tu suferi de nu mai poti si pe ea/el o/il doare un fund...whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deci cred ca intrebarea mea vine din partea multor persoane: What the fuck is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cu toate astea ma intreb cateodata... ce inseamna a iubi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ei bine, nu poti intelege cu adevarat ce e iubirea din definitii si tampenii de astea... chiar nu poti, serios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ia mai bine si uita'te la un film doua...filme bune ma refer, si ai putea sa'ti faci o idee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 filme iti propun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0uRa6YSeJo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPpfb3_EFtQ"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dupa parerea mea, sunt cele mai bune filme care vorbesc despre dragoste (or mai fi si altele, dar mie pana acum doar astea mi'ai placut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vizionare placuta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-2125301902072281003?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2125301902072281003/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=2125301902072281003' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/2125301902072281003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/2125301902072281003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-fuck-is-love.html' title='what the fuck is love?? :-/'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-8973805600827556733</id><published>2008-12-29T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:10:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vraja Iubirii</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"...cea mai incantatoare poveste de iubire ne arata doua fiinte care se apropie una de cealalta, cu inimile frematand, asemenea unor copii care se aventureaza intr'o incapere intunecata. Se privesc plini de curiozitate, cu sfiala si cu sporita bucurie si citesc aceeasi tulburare profunda in ochii celuilalt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...cand El isi descopera propria inima, stie ce este in sufletul Ei."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Robert Louid Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Aici, in umbra racoroasa, o paine, o carafa cu vin ametitor, o carte de versuri-si tu, alaturi de mine, cantandu'mi. Si lumea pustie din jurul nostru devine paradis."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Omar Khayyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-8973805600827556733?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8973805600827556733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=8973805600827556733' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/8973805600827556733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/8973805600827556733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/12/vraja-iubirii.html' title='Vraja Iubirii'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-143870968921249077</id><published>2008-12-04T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:18:23.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In care loc, In care timp..." by Mead Juliette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In care loc, in care timp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2 povesti de dragoste in aceeasi carte...mama si fiica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Una din timpul razboiului, una in zilele noastre;atat de diferite si totusi atat de asemanatoare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In care loc, in care timp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-143870968921249077?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/143870968921249077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=143870968921249077' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/143870968921249077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/143870968921249077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-care-loc-in-care-timp-by-mead.html' title='&quot;In care loc, In care timp...&quot; by Mead Juliette'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-7372763325336831937</id><published>2008-12-04T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:19:23.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sarutul" by Danielle Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hm. Dupa cum spune titlu, v'ati astepta sa cititi o poveste romantica si siropoasa... De fapt e foarte departe de adevar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&gt;&gt;Fiind casatorita cu o bruta, un insensibil, Isabela gaseste alinare in discutiile cu Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&gt;&gt;Fiind casatorit cu o femeie ce nu face altceva decat sa insele, Bill gaseste alinare in discutiile cu Isabela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cand in sfarsit se saruta...au acel accident care le schimba viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ce a fost asta?&lt;br /&gt;Un sarut de buna ziua sau de adio, depinde cum vrei sa'l iei...&lt;br /&gt;Buna! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" title="carti de Danielle Steel" href="http://www.librarie.net/autor/10988/Danielle-Steel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" title="carti de Danielle Steel" href="http://www.librarie.net/autor/10988/Danielle-Steel"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-7372763325336831937?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7372763325336831937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=7372763325336831937' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/7372763325336831937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/7372763325336831937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarutul-by-danielle-steel.html' title='&quot;Sarutul&quot; by Danielle Steel'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-6545229797786561457</id><published>2008-11-24T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:26:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfitz by Andrew Crumey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cum ar fi sa descoperi ca cineva nu a existat cu adevarat. Ca a fost doar o...pata?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"-Dar ce este cu Pfitz-numele pe care l-ai scris pe harta, dupa ce l-ai sters pe cel al lui Spontini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Nu exista niciun Pfitz, spuse Weissblatt. Schimbarea hartii a fost facuta in graba-trebuia sa actionez rapid inainte sa vina cineva sa ma deranjeze. Semnul pe care l-am sters era cadavrul sotiei lui Spontini, ce zacea pe podea langa conte. Numele ei l-am sters. Dar pe harta ramasese o mazgalitura. am scris cu creionul o explicatie langa ea. Pfutze. O baltoaca. Tu ai citit gresit cuvantul scris de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In acest fel, Schenck afla adevarul despre Pfitz. Nu era decat o baltoaca prost etichetata. Si isi insotise stapanul intr-o calatorie care avea sa se sfarseasca in moarte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Daca am fost tacuti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acum se vorbeste despre noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cuvintele nu mai trebuie sa treaca drept ganduri pure.&lt;br /&gt;Limbajul si sensul sunt inventii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Complexitate emergenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Poarta-na in inalturi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-6545229797786561457?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6545229797786561457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=6545229797786561457' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/6545229797786561457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/6545229797786561457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pfitz-by-andrew-crumey.html' title='Pfitz by Andrew Crumey'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-1148209379226748823</id><published>2008-05-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:33:02.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subiect de barfa'/><title type='text'>^Subiect de Barfa^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ai dreptate. Hai sa punem punct acum. O lua de incheietura mainii si o impinse catre ringul de dans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ce faci?? [:] Da'mi drumul [x(] !!! sopti ea, furioasa, incercand sa se elibereze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar era prea tarziu...Orchestra incepu sa cante, iar el o prinse in brate. O lua de mana si o roti fara efort, in ciuda rezistentei pe care ea i'o opunea. Ii zambi diavoleste [&gt;:)]. Isi aminti zambetul acela si stia ce urmeaza [;))].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, nu! Sa nu indraznesti figura cu dubla rasuci..... Dar era prea tarziu. Protestele il incitara si mai mult. Nu stia el prea multe despre calarie, dar in privinta dansului era un profesionist. Chiar acum cand incerca sa scape din mainile lui, tot erau cei mai buni dansatori de pe ring.Oamenii se uitau la ei, realiza ea. Si ce mai peisaj reprezentau [:-j] - doi ex-casatoriti, care dansau ca doi adolescenti [:X].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Te omor !! Suiera ea, cand se apropie de el.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Da' de unde. O.K., acum rasuceste'te din nou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toti dansatorii se dadura la o parte, lasandu'i sa evolueze in centrul ringului.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-NU mi se pare amuzant [x(] bombani ea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ba da, este ! sopti el [:D].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si, deodata, isi dadu seama ca are dreptate. ERA amuzant. Nu i se mai opuse si incepura sa danseze cu adevarat, cum stiau ei mai bine, sincronizandu'se perfect.Cantecul era pe terminate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Sus-jos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-O.K.!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De parca ar fi exersat zilnic, el o ridica si, tinand'o bine, o roti in ritmul muzicii pe langa mijloc, cu usurinta, si ea ateriza exact la finalul cantecului.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urma un ropot de aplauze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei insa ramasesera pe loc, privindu'se fix [:X]. Nu aveau nevoie de cuvinte pentru a sti ce se petrecea intre ei. [8-&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Imi pare rau, sopti el....Te iubesc [:x]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Si eu [:X]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mai tarziu, soptind cuvinte de dragoste [8-&gt;], redescoperira ceea ce stiusera dintotdeauna si totusi uitasera.Vorbira si facura dragoste, si rasera, si facura din nou dragoste. Evitara sa discute despre viitor, savurand prezentul si impacarea lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^Subiect de Barfa? /:)^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-1148209379226748823?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1148209379226748823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=1148209379226748823' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/1148209379226748823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/1148209379226748823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/05/subiect-de-barfa.html' title='^Subiect de Barfa^'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-565629856227342445</id><published>2008-04-18T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:13:08.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandrie'/><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Zadarnic m-am luptat. N-am reusit. Sentimentele mele nu s-au lasat invinse. Trebuie sa-mi ingaduiti sa va marturisesc admiratia si dragostea mea arzatoare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;In pofida antipatiei sale, profund inradacinate, nu putu ramane insensibila la omagiul ce-l reprezenta dragostea unui asemenea om...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Nu am dorit niciodata pretuirea dumneavoastra si mi-ati acordat-o, desigur, cu totul fara sa vreti. Imi pare rau sa fi prelejuit cuiva o suferinta. S-a intamplat insa absolut fara sa vreau si va fi, sper, de scurta durata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Dragostea si dorintele mele sunt neschimbate; dar un cuvant din partea dumneavoastra ma va reduce la tacere pe acest subiect, pentru totdeauna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sentimentele ei suferisera o schimbare atat de substantiala, din perioada la care se referea dansul, incat o faceau sa-i primeasca asigurarile cu recunostinta si bucurie. Fericirea provocata de acest raspuns fu probabil ceva ce nu mai simtise el niciodata pana atunci; si, cu acest prilej, se exprima cu tot atata emotie si caldura ca orice om indragostit NEBUNESTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Darcy ii vorbi despre sentimente care, demonstrandu-i ce insemna pentru el, faceau ca dragostea lui sa fie clipa de clipa mai pretioasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Cum ati inceput? Pot sa inteleg ca, inceputul odata facut, ati mers fermecat inainte; dar ce v-a putut starni la inceput?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Nu pot sa stabilesc ora, sau locul, sau privirea, sau cuvintele care au pus temelia. Este prea mult de atunci. Eram la miezul lucrului inainte de a sti ca ma pornisem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"La inceput ati fost ostil frumusetii mele; cat despre maniere, purtarea mea fata de dumneavoastra a fost intotdeauna la marginea nepolitetii si nu v-am vorbit niciodata fara sa nu doresc mai degraba sa va ranesc. Fiti sincer acum; m-ati placut pentru impertinenta mea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Pentru voiciunea mintii dumneavoastra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Ati putea foarte bine sa-i spuneti de-a dreptul impertinenta; a fost doar umpic mai putin de atat. Erati degustat de femeile care vorbeau si priveau si cugetau numai pentru a fi aprobate de dumneavoastra. V-am starnit si interesat pentru ca eram atat de deosebita de Ele. La drept vorbind, nu stiati nimic bun despre mine, dar nimeni nu se gandeste la Asta cand se indragosteste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"De ce ati avut aerul, mai ales cand ati venit sa ne faceti vizita, ca nici nu va pasa de mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Pentru ca erati grava si tacuta si nu m-ati incurajat deloc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Dar ma simteam stanjenita !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Si eu la fel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Mi-ati fi putut vorbi mai mult, cand ati venit la masa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Un om care ar fi simtit mai putin ar fi putut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Ma intreb cand ati fi vorbit, daca nu v-as fi intrebat eu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Prejudecatile se schimba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mandria dispare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Iubirea apare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-565629856227342445?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/565629856227342445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=565629856227342445' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/565629856227342445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/565629856227342445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/04/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-6246800714091773785</id><published>2008-03-30T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:25:20.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vise...'/><title type='text'>Ganduri fara sens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce'ar fi...sa fim iar copii?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa alergam...prin iarba verde...sa fugim dupa fluturi ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa ne aruncam pe spate si sa privim cerul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa culegem floricele micute doar pentru placerea de a le culege...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totul e verde...un verde crud....kre ne atrage...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totul e linistit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totul are ceva magic desi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totul este atat de simplu si frumos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totusi...sunt doar ganduri fara sens...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt ganduri...vise...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce au sens...doar pentru mine...sa aiba si pentru noi ?:-/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sens...'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-6847204841937170413</id><published>2008-02-19T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:20:50.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Colectionez exuvii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Astept nimic...invartind suvite de par, ciucit, cu privirea in gol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi se spune din ce in ce mai des ca trebuie sa ma maturizez, sa ma maturizez. Habar n-am ce inseamna asta. Din in cand reusesc sa simulez. Si-al naibii, merge :)&lt;br /&gt;Studiez tot mai atent lumea adultilor-ei ma trateaza deja ca pe una de-a lor, cu greu reusesc sa nu ma dau de gol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mezeliante, compromisuri, negocieri...deoarece &lt;strong&gt;EU &lt;/strong&gt;sunt coprezente de "eu", multiplu de eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Imi trag pe mine blugii si-o camasa lalaie, dansez prin casa si sterg si praful...n-am mai mult de 16 ani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ma imbrac cu o rochie sobra, si sunt o tanara doamna....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ma intalnesc cu o acritura, o vipera, care-mi inmoaie creierul:am 100 de ani, am murit demult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stau intr-o sala de cinematograf si un film reuseste sa ma dea peste cap, as vrea sa nu se mai termine, e intuneric, mi-aduc aminte de mine, nu am nicio varsta si as numi "fericire" ceea ce mi se intampla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nici cand visez nu am nicio varsta, nu ma recunosc, dar stiu ca sunt &lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cand sunt cu baiatul pe care-l iubesc, tot tribul de fetite-femei din mine se strange in jurul lui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cand sunt cu mama, sunt copil zvapaiat, cersind incurajare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ce-i aia &lt;strong&gt;EU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Creaturi incompatibile-asta imi trece prin cap cand ma gandesc la mine. Intercorporalitate. Reincarnari. Alunecand dintr-o existenta in alta, dintr-un corp in altul. Transferuri. Glisari. Materie, senzatii, imagini, densitati, energii, fiinte prabusindu-se in ele insele, ca un colapsar, restructurari...Cand tac fara ganduri sau cand scriu (ceea ce e un fel de tacere), toate, tot ce am fost, se imbratiseaza in unica fiinta fara varsta, una si toate-ametitoare invartejire, gol hranitor si hipnotic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-6847204841937170413?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6847204841937170413/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=6847204841937170413' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/6847204841937170413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/6847204841937170413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/02/colectionez-exuvii.html' title='Colectionez exuvii'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-4069970500392169817</id><published>2008-02-10T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:20:38.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimineti...'/><title type='text'>Dimineti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R683_9AxeAI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWhNSTneXeo/s1600-h/ByGroovy+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165408869466339330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R683_9AxeAI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWhNSTneXeo/s200/ByGroovy+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In viata mea...exista 2 tipuri de dimineti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diminetile minunate din vacanta.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In care te trezesti si zambesti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R684ctAxeBI/AAAAAAAAABM/0aduAb0yJ-w/s1600-h/S7007860.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165409363387578386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R684ctAxeBI/AAAAAAAAABM/0aduAb0yJ-w/s200/S7007860.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;deoarece nu ai nicio grija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In care te trezesti si te intrebi "Oare ce voi face azi?" :-??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In care te trezesti si simti ca nu ai nimic de facut si te temi ca te vei plictisi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In care chiar nu'ti prea pasa de nimic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pentru acele dimineti traiesc eu... Dimineti in care stai si lenevesti in pat si iti faci planuri pentru ziua ce a inceput, si pe care de regula nu le respecti deoarece apare ceva nou care iti da toate planurile peste cap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nu e minunat? Sa stii ca poti sa faci ce vrei, cand vrei... Ca nu iti este nimic impus la o anumita ora....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sunt zilele de vacanta pe care le astept in fiecare minut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dar din pacate....174 de zile .... dimineata ...trebuie sa merg la scoala :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nu ideea de scoala ma deprima in fiecare dimineata.... Ci insasi faptul ca trebuie sa ma trezesc la 7 ... sa ma spal cu apa rece pe fata pentru a putea deschide ochii, si apoi sa merg iar ... pana la liceul meu minunat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok... dupa ce iar acelasi drum, aceleasi fete obosite, satule si ele de aceeasi rutina, incep orele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;La prima ora toti elevii sunt cu capul pe banca...Oare de ce?:))) poate pentru ca viseaza la patul lor de acasa, la perna moale, si la somnul dulce :x .... dar se trezesc atunci cand profesorul ridica vocea pentru a ne face atenti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prima pauza...Nu ma pot ridica din banca...Lenea e prea mare :( si nici nu'mi dau seama cand incepe a 2a ora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aceasta pare ok... Mai aud si eu niste lucruri mai interesante care ma trezesc putin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vine si a 2a pauza... imi fac tupeu sa ma ridic, sa mai vorbesc si eu cu lumea... In sfarsit parca m-am trezit... dar asta e din cauza ca trebuie sa merg in liceu la ora de fizica si vantul rece ma trezeste instantaneu :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A 3a ora trece greu, pentru ca stau cu ochii pe ceas sa vina pauza mare... :X ma plimb, mananc niste chimicale...si orele incep iar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R689CdAxeGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4xcAIBpAmIA/s1600-h/ByGroovy+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165414409974151266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R689CdAxeGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4xcAIBpAmIA/s200/ByGroovy+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R688dtAxeFI/AAAAAAAAABs/0HT51Xu8KcM/s1600-h/ByGroovy+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ine macar ca la scoala se mai si rade :)) si in pauze...dar si unele ore sunt amuzante :)) si bineinteles este si Cata :X Care face ziua mult mai usoara si placuta :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dar cand in sfarsit ...se suna si plecam spre acasa....Parca rasuflu linistita, pentru ca acum incep eu sa-mi fac programu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R6855tAxeDI/AAAAAAAAABc/YUV1sm3s_cE/s1600-h/ByGroovy+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165410961115412530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R6855tAxeDI/AAAAAAAAABc/YUV1sm3s_cE/s200/ByGroovy+260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R686eNAxeEI/AAAAAAAAABk/XlAaoKnnf24/s1600-h/S7000002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165411588180637762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R686eNAxeEI/AAAAAAAAABk/XlAaoKnnf24/s200/S7000002.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teme, tv, calculator..... in oras daca am noroc... muzica... somn... prega... sport... dans:X Parca nu e chiar la fel in fiecare zi...Pot sa schimb ordinea cum vreau :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dar inainte sa adorm, la ce ma gandesc? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maine o sa fie la fel ca azi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Si poimaine la fel ca ieri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aceeasi rutina...Care ti'o da scoala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aceeasi rutina...In fiecare zi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuppy :-j Maine incepe scoala :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:-&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-4069970500392169817?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4069970500392169817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=4069970500392169817' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/4069970500392169817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/4069970500392169817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/02/dimineti.html' title='Dimineti...'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R683_9AxeAI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWhNSTneXeo/s72-c/ByGroovy+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959630233691852690.post-4024274919964874367</id><published>2008-02-07T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:26:02.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inca o luna...'/><title type='text'>Primul...10 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un nou capitol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O noua eu :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si asa incepe...:) dintr-o data :-?? fara sa ma gandesc..... ("actioneaza dupa impuls, si nu dupa sfaturi..." scria in fisa mea psihologik) ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si incepe.... pe 8 februarie 2008 :) o zi speciala... primul mesaj de pe blog...fiind pentru tine :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pt k nu pot fi indiferenta...nu pot avea statusuri seci... dar nici "penibila" ... pot fi doar cum sunt :) si nimic mai mult... din fericire...asa cum sunt ....asa cum esti....e perfect pentru amandoi :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164350374543493282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R6t1TcJSCKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fQUsnhTvwNU/s320/ByGroovy+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astazi, mi-am facut curat in inima, fara sa pastrez nimic ascuns, am alungat clipe de fericire si momente in care imi doream sa mor, totul fara sa privesc inapoi.Insa pentru o clipa m-am lasat purtat de glasuri pe aripile amintirilor ca sa retraiesc inca o data clipa noastra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Am colindat cu tine printre imagini pline de expresie si culoare…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca dragostea e o intersectie cu sens giratoriu…Iubirea implica&lt;br /&gt;atractie fizica , certuri , conversatii interesante pentru amandoi ,&lt;br /&gt;incapatanari , compromisuri si multe , multe altele… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dar nu fac o pledoarie pentru iubire, ci aduc un argument pentru a avea curajul sa spunem unul altuia “te iubesc”, insa acest argument l-am aflat, abia dupa ce intr-o stare de puritate si entuziasm le-am rostit cu glas de diamant.Uneori le spunem prin fapte, prin ganduri, prin gesturi, prin lacrimi, printr-o imbratisare, dar tot atat de rar prin cuvinte si cateodata e pacat, sunt atat de minunate melodia lor e atat de ingereasca… sunetul lor te inalta spre lumina fericirii, pentru ca doar vocea lor poate sa nasca viata si sa daruiasca eternitatea......si inca ceva… .. “te iubesc”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=&gt;True love is your soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another&lt;= un citat din wedding crashers :) .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La multi ani Cata...de ziua noastra :) :*....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959630233691852690-4024274919964874367?l=gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4024274919964874367/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959630233691852690&amp;postID=4024274919964874367' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/4024274919964874367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959630233691852690/posts/default/4024274919964874367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gro-o-ovy.blogspot.com/2008/02/primul10.html' title='Primul...10 :)'/><author><name>Mmada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014783556829154380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/THjvdqMjeLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XsmKPeQ_dNM/S220/10941_369727575607_877505607_10174843_1250459_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UHv1qbQOatw/R6t1TcJSCKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fQUsnhTvwNU/s72-c/ByGroovy+387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
