<?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-3988219056929207572</id><updated>2011-12-25T13:46:02.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescenta si o ceasca de cafea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8784851632926445870</id><published>2011-06-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:19:45.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to let you go!</title><content type='html'>Uneori cand vreau sa ma izolez de problemele cotidiene (sau caut doar un pretext spre a imi prelungi starea de ataraxie stoica) ma reintorc printre postarile de pe acest blog... ma intreb daca si altii gasesc la fel de fascinanta studierea propriei persoane? Nu sufar de narcisism, sper, desi am argumente solide care sa confirme ca e departe de mine aceasta iubire a sinelui.... se manifesta cred doar acea nevoie continua de cercetare a conflictelor propriei existente, iar pana in acest moment nu am gasit un "material de studiu" ceva mai ofertant decat natura-mi contradictorie.&lt;br /&gt;Am ingropat creativitatea, ce mi-a fost cu generozitate oferita, in ultima perioada. Sau, cel putin, asta simt si ma intriga! Nu vreau sa devin o persoana extrem de pragmatica! Stiu ca am fost intotdeauna cea care a pus partea goala a paharului deaupra optimismului enervant, dar benefic de tipul "va fi bine!"... dar parca ma descurcam mai bine inainte cu "mimarea" unei atitudini visatoare, copilaroase, optimiste! Si, daca este sa tratam din alta perspectiva acest fapt, este clar ca primul pas in impunerea unei atitudini este acceptarea (in cazul meu, mimarea) acesteia. Acest fapt nu reflecta faptul ca sunt lipsita de profunzime sufleteasca, ci doar ca incerc sa o contrazic, sa o rastalmacesc, sa o neg doar in scop de cercetare, satisfacerea curiozitatii sau... amuzament.&lt;br /&gt;Ma incurajeaza fiecare enunt pe care imi fac curajul sa il postez... pentru ca in ultimul an cred ca am fost socata, speriata si frustrata de pierderea unei persoane extrem de speciale am incercat sa ma ingrop in lucrul asupra obiectelor concrete.... Am vrut ca prima lucrarea a mea din aceasta perioada sa fie legata de tine, Miron, insa nu imi gasesc cuvintele adecvate pentru a o realiza... inca, deci... iarta-ma! Stiu insa ca nu ai accepta sa imi ingrop roadele imaginatiei niciodata asa ca voi inceta sa o mai fac! &lt;br /&gt;Dati-mi condeiul inapoi si pregatiti-va nervii pentru ca se va gasi foarte greu de acum intelegerea la mine (atunci cand nu se pune problema, evident)!&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8784851632926445870?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8784851632926445870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8784851632926445870' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8784851632926445870'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8893265162904677375?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8893265162904677375/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8893265162904677375' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8893265162904677375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8893265162904677375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-me-good-luckpeople-astazi-incepe-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-2730717193293415377</id><published>2010-02-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:30:41.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu crede ce iti zic acum.</title><content type='html'>Te urasc cand imi imprumuti cartile din biblioteca si dupa trebuie sa le car tot eu inapoi...cand te scoli dimineata si nu ma mai lasi sa dorm...cand nu pui zahar in cafea si ma minti totusi ca ai facut-o pentru ca dupa aceea sa motivezi:"imi era dor de zambetul tau &lt;i&gt;amar"&lt;/i&gt;...cand imi faci poze si nu sunt atenta, iar apoi le inramezi...cand imi corectezi temele la franceza...cand ma contrazici...cand imi mananci skittles-urile...cand nu imi trimiti mesaj sau mail de dimineata...cand imi rupi foile de pe frigider si le inlocuiesti cu desenele tale...cand imi amesteci CD-urile....cand ma obligi sa ma uit la un film care nu ne place si la mijlocul lui iti dai seama ca ne irosim timpul...cand imi iei cadouri care imi plac...cand imi tachinezi pisica...cand imi iubesti pisica...cand iti gatesc...cand imi dai Buzz...cand imi trimiti video-uri tampite....cand ma filmezi razand...cand ma privesti dormind...cand imi repari diversele chestii de prin casa...cand imi folosesti periuta de dinti...cand stai cu capul rezemat in palma si ma privesti cum scriu...cand ma inspiri...cand ma saruti dupa ce tip la tine...cand zambesti si ma dezarmezi total...cand te vad si pulsul mi-o ia razna...cand ma mangai...cand mi se inroseste pielea acolo unde ma musti...cand ma zgarii pe spate...cand te zgarii si eu...cand dai drumul la radio duminica dimineata si gatesti acelasi fel de mancare de cand ne-am cunoscut...cand imi dai mesaj si imi reamintesti la cat trebuie sa ne intalnim...cand taci si privesti in gol..cand esti gelos...cand ma faci geloasa...cand stai cu orele la dus...cand iti lasi hainele aruncate peste tot...cand iti imbrac camasile...cand dorm in tricoul tau ce iti poarta mirosul...cand imi canti la chitara piesa mea favorita...cand dansam...cand ma faci sa plang...cand te enervezi...cand ma gadili...cand ma iubesti...cand te iubesc...cand nu esti aici si imi e dor de tine...cand imi spui ca ma iubesti "exact asa cum esti tu,draga mea"...cand nu stiu cine esti...ACUM!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:Happy b-day for tomorrow,Zarno!;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-2730717193293415377?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/2730717193293415377/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8908257196599873610</id><published>2009-12-24T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:19:15.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatori Fericite,people!</title><content type='html'>Perioada asta ma face sa ma intorc cu succes in anii copilariei mele (iar unii mai carcotasi dintre voi or sa spuna fie ca  nu sunt prea departe anii aceia, fie ca sunt inca un copilas...dar oricat mi-as dori sa NU va pot contrazice, situatia o face..pe parcursul anilor pierdem sentimente, rude/prieteni/cunostinte, inocenta, credintele vechi etc.etc..). Dar totul este bine caaaand....incepe cu bine, nu? Adica pentru mine perioada asta incepe genial. First of all, pana astazi uitasem gustul mancarurilor BUNE!:))...dar..vai..jur ca nu am mai gasit nicaieri senzatia pe care o au papilele mele gustative cand primesc dupa 6-7 saptamani un strop de ciocolata, lapte, pui etc.etc.:))....Si..DA!..cititi blogul unei maniace.&lt;div&gt;Mi s-a parut magica ziua de azi..adica dupa o serie de filme slabute, dar amuzante si care te inclazesc oarecum (bine, bine..daca esti &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fata&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;care incearca sa te convinga intr-un stil dragut ca Mos-Craciun exisa..sau macar spiritul lui (daca fizic existenta lui pare prea trasa de par)..am REfacut curatenia prin casa (a 3-a sau a4-a oara pe saptamana asta), am gatit!(daaaa, eu.eu.eu), am luat catva cadouri,  am impodobit bradul, am baut vin si am mancat ciooocolata, am ascultat muulta muzica..si acum...ma impart intre a scrie pe blog o chestiuta pe care am sa o recitesc la anul pe vremea asta (ca sa analizez progresele sau nu)..si intre a vorbi cu prietenii mei de prin lume adunati de pe wireclub...si intre a mai raspunde unui ratacit ce ma abordeaza pe mess (astia sunt putini, s-au invatat cu mine intr-o stare complet de neinteles in perioada asta si ma lasa sa imi traiesc nebunia). Si brusc..s-au reparat toate! Televizorul, internetul, centrala...mai putin inima mea :-&lt;..Hahahah.[umor negru, i know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maine masa in familia mea cea bogata...eu, mama si tata...asta in prima parte a zilei...dupa..vom vedea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt in pom cu optiunile pentru Revelion, dar in mod ciudat nu ma afecteaza..DELOC, DEEEEELOC!..Poate doar putin ideea ca e posibil sa nu am unde sa imi port rochia cea noua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catre prietenii mei combinati..DE CE TREBUIE SA FITI IMPREUNA CHIAR SI IN PERIOADA ASTA?:))..Stiu ca suna ca si cum as fi ofticata, dar nu la asta ma refer..doar ca..va izolati siii...nu stiu..e ciudat..cineva sa ma invete si pe mine cum merge chestia asta pentru ca o sa imbatranesc alaturi de pisica mea care ..by the way..ma uraste.:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma sperie anul 2010. Si am motive sa spun asta...Dar..what the hell...mai sunt 7 zile si ceva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, au inceput mass-urile si mesajele legate de Craciun..ma duc sa impart si eu urarile astea necesare, formale, dar in acelasi timp pline de dragoste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si tu...sa stii ca in curand implinim un an de cand...eu te iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craciun Fericit tuturor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8908257196599873610?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8908257196599873610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8908257196599873610' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8908257196599873610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8908257196599873610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarbatori-fericitepeople.html' title='Sarbatori Fericite,people!'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-6630074163719164267</id><published>2009-08-07T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:28:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buna seara,Melania!</title><content type='html'>C:Nu ma asteptam sa te gasesc aici...&lt;div&gt;M:Dupa cativa ani buni sa ne intalnim este de-a dreptul surprinzator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Da.Hmmm..Ce mai faci?Arati..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Si tu la fel.Te-ai schimbat tare mult..as putea jura ca ai o fata de tatic si sot autentic.(zambeste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Am gasit fata asta pe undeva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Si ma rog,unde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Poate ai lasat-o in partea ta de sifonier cand ai plecat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Nu cred...Si?Cum iti merge?Esti casatorit?Ai copii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Nu si nu.Dar tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Sunt o familista convinsa...am de toate..copil,sot,soacra,socru,mama,tata...tot!(rade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Ai acelasi ras lipsit de griji si care ar face pe oricine sa se indragosteasca de tine intr-o clipa.Uimitor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Nu a functionat de fiecare data..(il priveste trist)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Eu inca...esti tare frumoasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Multumesc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Pot sa iti ofer ceva de baut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Ah,nu cred ca mai dureaza mult si...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Atat cat mai dureaza!Lasa-ma sa iti rapesc cateva minute din viata ta asa cum amintirea ta mi-a furat ultimii ani ce au trecut doar pentru a-ti accentua lipsa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:...Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Cheers darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Noroc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Pentru o revedere deloc lipsita de emotii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Sa fie..pentru ce a fost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Si..spune-mi despre fiul tau...cati ani are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Aaah,destui..(inghite in sec si mana incepe sa ii tremure pe paharul de vin;respira adanc).E minunat,dar ce mama nu si-ar lauda copilul?O sa il vezi probabil.De fapt,pe el il astept.Face repetitii pentru serbarea de sfarsit de an..la cateva strazi de aici.Il va aduce mama..si vom pleca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Si sotul tau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Ne intelegem foarte bine,ne completam.Rar gasesti un om dispus sa te implice in viata lui cand tu ai deja...o familie...sa te iubeasca,respecte si protejeze..cu totul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Deci esti fericita..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Asa ar trebui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:M-ai uitat destul de repede..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Poate am fost nevoita sa aleg ce era mai bun,nu doar pentru mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Dar pentru cine?Crezi ca mie mi-a fost usor sa traiesc fara tine?Uita-te la mine!In ochii mei...a trecut atat de mult si totusi nu am reusit sa te inlocuiesc definitiv!Pe cand tu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Te rog,e inutil!Sa ne bucuram de aceasta poate ultima revedere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Da,dupa vei pleca din nou trantind o usa grea in spatele tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Puteai sa ma cauti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Si te-ai fi intors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Nu stiu...probabil ca nu..atunci nu ai prea stiut cum sa dai drumul sentimentelor tale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Dar te iubesc,Melania!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Fiul meu!Iata-l...Trebuie sa plec...Adio,C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C:Buna seara,Melania!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O privea departandu-se din nou..cum se unduia si era gata sa cada din cauza presiunii ce se crease intre ei.Ce baiat mare pare sa aiba...cati ani o fi avand?7-8?Dar cum asa?Au trecut doar 8 de cand...Zambetul si bucuria ce ii luminau fata copilului cand o privea pe mama sa venind spre el ii amintea de cineva anume,de el in copilaria de care nu isi mai amintise de ceva vreme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poc..s-a trantit usa.Au plecat.A plecat iar,si acum e definitiv,a plecat la un alt barbat..unul care a stiut sa o castige...si deodata...MELANIA,ACELA E COPILUL MEU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-6630074163719164267?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/6630074163719164267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=6630074163719164267' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/6630074163719164267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/6630074163719164267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/08/buna-searamelania.html' title='Buna seara,Melania!'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-4554201033520269265</id><published>2009-08-01T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:58:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cand se termina o zi...nu poti sa speri decat ca va urma alta mai buna.&lt;div&gt;In cazul meu...mai simpla si totusi mai complicata cu o singura persoana care a uitat toate lucrurile dragute pe care era capabil sa le faca pentru ceilalti,implicit pentru mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-4554201033520269265?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/4554201033520269265/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=4554201033520269265' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/4554201033520269265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/4554201033520269265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/08/cand-se-termina-o-zi.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8487568439656266771</id><published>2009-07-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:47:20.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A:Bai..plec...nu mai pot...vezi si tu!Nu mai merge..&lt;div&gt;B:Nu ai cum sa pleci acum,nu ai unde.Trebuie sa vorbim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Nu ma tine de vorba..o sa uit ceva la tine si va trebui sa ma intorc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Te intorci mereu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Acum nu!La dracu..ce ramane..pastreaza amintire ma...plec,nu mai suport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Si unde pleci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Nu intelegi ca nu vreau sa te mai vad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Si la cine te duci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Am tren acu' la 2...gasesc eu un colt de plaja doar pentru mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Deci pleci la mare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Asa ma ameninti in fiecare an..ca pleci..ca te duci la altul...ca ma lasi..si de fapt te duci doar la mare si dupa vii la mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Nu ma mai intorc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Asa zici mereu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Nu ma mai intorc la tine...Ramai cu bine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8487568439656266771?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8487568439656266771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8487568439656266771' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8487568439656266771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8487568439656266771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/07/abai.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3612448377110076201</id><published>2009-06-28T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:49:08.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regele a murit.Traiasca Regele!</title><content type='html'>Presupun ca nici acum nu sunt capabila sa gasesc cele mai bune cuvinte pentru a scrie un post ca acesta...nu imi place sa vorbesc prea mult despre lucrurile care ma afecteaza,dar cred ca toti cei care am apucat sa ii apreciem muzica si am incercat sa ii imitam(fara succes)miscarile de dans unice ar trebui sa ii aducem un ultim omagiu.Le sunt recunoascatoare parintilor mei ca au gusturi bune si ca m-au invatat sa apreciez  muzica generatiei lor,dandu-mi seama ca dupa ce ei vor disparea unul cate unul va fi  din ce in ce mai rau.&lt;div&gt;Din pacate..noi...ne-am nascut intr-o perioada in care MJ deja se retrasese si suferea din cauza scadalurilor de prin presa ce l-au distrus incetul cu incetul...deci nu ne mai ramasesera marturie decat videoclipurile sale care au revolutionat industria muzicala si filmarile de la concerte.Jeez..m-am tot uitat la cel de pe 1 oct '92...cine ar mai fi adus un tanc sau echipamente de la NASA pe scena?Sau mai bine spus..ce artist recunoscut la nivel mondial ar mai fi venit intr-o tara despre care nu se prea stia ca exista,era saraca,oarba,proaspat iesita de sub pecetea comunismului?&lt;div&gt;Multi dintre ipocritii care ii plang plecarea prematura au uitat probabil cum l-au acuzat si au uitat sa il sustina in momentele sale de criza.Pacat...ca au fost prea putini oameni care sa il inteleaga si sa il aprecieze pe omul Michael Jackson,nu pe artist.Sunt satula de declaratiile de pe internet,desi nu ma indoiesc ca sunt milioane de oameni ce ii plang cu adevarat disparitia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceea ce ma doare este ca moartea sa este foarte posibil sa fi survenit in urma unei crime..intentionate sau nu.Si acum ce?Cine il mai aduce inapoi?Ce va urma dupa el?Nimic.A primit premiul pentru aristul pop al mileniului..deci pana in anul 3001...pop-ul va fi doar Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am stapan pe lumea asta,dar afirm cu mandrie ca singurul rege pe care l-am avut si il voi avea este cel al muzicii pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te iubesc MJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M is for Michael.Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3612448377110076201?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3612448377110076201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3612448377110076201' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3612448377110076201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3612448377110076201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/06/regele-murittraiasca-regele.html' title='Regele a murit.Traiasca Regele!'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3176975664551572408</id><published>2009-06-19T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:58:53.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E vara.&lt;div&gt;Si vara esti mereu indragostit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta e lege!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se aplica si la mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooo..nici vorba de relatii...dar stii tu....vara asta am sa ma indragosteeeeesssc...de tine.Am cam facut-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urmatorul,va rog?(nu neaparat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3176975664551572408?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3176975664551572408/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3176975664551572408' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3176975664551572408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3176975664551572408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-vara.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3174701878538939395</id><published>2009-04-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:14:14.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar Fericire de unde?</title><content type='html'>Nu ai nevoie de multe cuvinte ca sa spui uneori ca esti  fericit.Si egoist.De ce?Pentru ca imparti implinirea ta doar prin cuvinte si ceea ce traiesti ascunzi,pastrezi doar pentru tine.Dar ai tot dreptul..da!..il ai.&lt;div&gt;Fiecare este fericit in felul lui..cu siguranta depinde foarte mult de noi..de scopurile si idealurile noastre,de caracter,de asteptari...astfel ca Fericirea pentru fiecare vine intr-un timp si dimensiune diferita.Si pleaca..atunci cand ii dai drumul.Sau cand ai nevoie de alta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand esti fericit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uneori cand reusesti sa aduci un zambet pe chipul celui pe care il iubesti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand te trezesti dimineata,dar nu simti oboseala curgandu-ti prin vene pentru ca ziua va avea un scop pentru tine..si tocmai a inceput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand iti cumperi o carte din banii tai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand iti gadila simturile mirosul vechi al cartilor de la biblioteca..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau aroma cafelei bauta la o ora oarecare si fara vreun motiv anume..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau aburul ceaiului care e acelasi ca si in copilarie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau amintirile ce nu pot fi sterse nici de cea mai groaznica durere,de cel mai crud timp si de altfel,nu pot fi cumparate de toti banii din lume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar si cele neplacute...devin motiv de fericire..paradoxal...pentru ca ai reusit sa treci peste ele,deci esti puternic!Si trebuie sa te apreciezi pentru asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti fericit mereu cand apare soarele...lumina e viata,iar caldura este esenta noastra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar si chiar ploaia iti aduce implinirea...sa alergi prin ploaie,sa sari in baltoace,sa te uzi cu totul si sa te pierzi in nebunia unui sarut sub picaturile marunte si dese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand scrii poezii!..ori le inveti pe cele care te reprezinta sau marcheaza in mod placut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau canti...pentru altii si impreuna cu ei!&lt;br /&gt;Sau desenezi o inima stramba si pui numele lui/ei in ea...e atat de copilaresc incat dupa aceea rupi sau arzi foaia,dar ai facut-o si asta conteaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau citesti o carte si te indentifici cu vreun erou,ori din contra..critici totul, stilul prost ce te amuza pana la dezgust.Si pentru simtul tau rafinat..din nou..fii mandru!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau bei o bere,fumezi o tigara si spui linistit.."azi nu ma intereseaza nimic din tot ce e rau.nu vreau sa ma intereseze."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cumperi un cadou pentru mama ta si te simti minunat cand zambeste,lacrimeaza si o vezi cum se bucura...ea e femeia ce ti-a dat viata!Fii fericit ca o ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand ii ceri inca ajutorul tatalui tau,desi poate nu mai ai nevoie,dar stii ca il faci mandru cand ii spui.."sunt copilul tau,voi avea mereu nevoie de tine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand iti revezi prietenii si stii ca de acum totul va fi bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti fericit cand ceri iertare,insa spre a fi iertat,nu pentru a strange si mai mult cercul de superficialitate ce ne sufoca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cand ierti..fa-o mai des,dar nu uita niciodata.Astfel nu vei mai fii ranit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti fericit cand primesti un sms dragut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau cand te suna vreun prieten si barfiti pana la epuizarea bateriei/creditului...si cand inchizi iti e mai dor de el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau euforia dupa concertul trupei preferate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau dupa o vacanta la mare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti fericit cand vine vara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si iti poti indeplini planurile pe care ti le-ai facut un an intreg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand spui "te iubesc"...si chiar o simti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar mai ales..cand esti iubit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand te tine mereu el/ea de mana si iti sopteste inapoi un "te iubesc" ce te tulbura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sunt fericita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt lucruri marunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3174701878538939395?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3174701878538939395/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3174701878538939395' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3174701878538939395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3174701878538939395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/04/nu-ai-nevoie-de-multe-cuvinte-ca-sa.html' title='Dar Fericire de unde?'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8917764858812261875</id><published>2009-03-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:20:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blestemul zeilor</title><content type='html'>Voi bieti necugetati,&lt;div&gt;Voi slabilor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi Oameni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cereti mereu iubirea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ori la final pieirea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiti deloc petrece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deloc stiti pretui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darul ce Noi vi-l dam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acela de-a trai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gresiti mai mult de-o viata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-apoi cereti povata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La cerul vostru larg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacas al nostru sacru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi,zeii,v-ascultam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mereu tot cugetam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va mai primim chiar ruga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De sincera-i sau nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar voi....voi Oameni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi puri cum v-am lasat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cale ati gasit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cu toti v-ati pangarit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ispita va e mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si dragostea e dorul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai sus de nemurire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi puneti viata scurta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rusinea va-nconjoara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar voua nu va pasa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O draga fata plange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simtirea ce o lasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi va iubiti pe voi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ori ati uitat ce-i cinstea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceea de-a gasi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calea de inceput?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cate ori va pasa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ispita va apasa!&lt;br /&gt;iar noi..iertam mereu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greseala ce-am creat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu veti gasi nicicand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceea ce cautati!&lt;br /&gt;Caci pe vesnicie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ea veti uitati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asemenea cum voi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De noi chiar nu va pasa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asemenea si ea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In urma tot va lasa!&lt;br /&gt;Caci e inselatoare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si falsa,si chiar scurta!&lt;br /&gt;Mai buna-i suferinta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decat blestemul ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi ati ales minciuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci fals va este chipul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V-am dat asemanarea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar nici ca ii la fel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi sfere v-am creat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ati gasit pacat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-atunci v-am blestemat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In doua sa va rupeti!&lt;br /&gt;Si sa cadeti in jos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Departe de lumina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unde-om putea veghea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asupra voastr' etern..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perechea sa ti-o cauti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci ea iti este pacea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te-am blestemat pe tine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU,biet Om muritor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ceea ce nu stii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ca n-o vei mai gasi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doar falsa-ti este firea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Noi!tu ai uitat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fii blestemat atuncea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa nu cunosti iubirea!&lt;br /&gt;Cei ce iti sunt mai dragi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei nu te-or pretui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te-or face sa te chinui..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Platindu-ti de acum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acel pacat cel mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce-n inima se afla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ochii il tradeaza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu te ascunzi deloc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cine te-ai ascunde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Noi oare ai vrea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cum sa reusesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Creatori sa scapi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicicand in ast' lume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu pace sa nu ai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe cel ce il iubesti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe acela sa nu-l ai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca vreodata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi vrea a te intoarce..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si sufletul ti-o plange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si sincer ai sa fii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi te-om primi-napoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu plange,Tu,Om slab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu iti grabi pieirea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci lacrima cea grea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu cata s'o goneste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci ruga ti-a ramas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blestemul sa-l dezlegi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De visul tau preacump!&lt;br /&gt;De el ai sa te legi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cazand in nesimtire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atunci noi ti-om aduce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dulce mangaiere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceea ce-o ravnesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fii blestemat doar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; De ai uitat de Noi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceea ce-i iubi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceea nu-i gasi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8917764858812261875?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8917764858812261875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8917764858812261875' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8917764858812261875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8917764858812261875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/03/blestemul-zeilor.html' title='Blestemul zeilor'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-1890081686425984157</id><published>2009-03-05T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:14:40.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rau.rau.din ce in ce mai.</title><content type='html'>Sunt tare irascibila in perioada asta...si parca tot ce se intampla are ca scop sa ma enerveze/deranjeze.Nu zic ca as vrea ca toti sa fiti perfecti sau sa va purtati dupa cum mi-as dori eu,dar chiar ati ajuns unii sa ma enervati la cote ridicateeeeeeeeeeee.Sunteti niste prosti si falsi.Repet,unii.Restul imi suneti indiferenti.Cel mai mult ma freaca la creier moda asta a tuturor sa isi faca blog..fara niciun motiv.Presimt ca era hi5-ului e pe sfarsite.Ce trist!Ce trist!Dar tin sa va cer multora motivul pentru care aveti un blog...adica deja trece de sfera a ceva personal..e public!..iar unii chiar scrieti prost frate!Nu gasesc nimic in postarile voastre.Nu spun ca nu aveti alte talente,dar nu le mai cultivati in plm pe timpul nostru,al celor care ne pierdem vremea sa citim.Acum nu mai dam commenturi pe hai bate palma ratatule,ci pe blog.E mai cool.Pentru mine cuvintele "ce tare scrii","ce profund" de la niste..ignoranti..pentru ca..ah,singuri va dezvaluiti prin propriile cuvinte,sunt egale cu zero,cu vechile aprecieri de genul "esti sweet","lasa-mi si mie un comm".In plm!Lasa-l sa scrie pe cel care are ceva de spus!Motivul pentru care eu mi-am facut blog cand nu era asa de "cool" a fost ca nu puteam sa rescriu la postarile lui Tudor(el face parte din categoria "Multumesc Doamne ca are blog.").Dar eu nu caut frate sa imi fac o imagine pe blog,sa imi exprim sentimentele pe care nu le-am cunoscut in veci,dar e tare "misto" sa vorbesc despre ele..mi se rupe mie de cine imi citeste blogul si cine nu.cu cat mai putini,cu atat mai bine...si nu prea dau replica decat posturilor care ma marcheaza in vreun fel.In rest v-as da report abuse la nesfarsit.Ce e patetic,e patetic.De cand literatura moderna a devenit egala cu "hai sa scriem doar despre cat ne-o tragem"..toate au inceput sa posteze pe cate un blogulet(ca e gratis sa iti faci unul)cat de mult au supt-o ele..si la propriu,si la figurat..si cat de mult au suferit cand le-a ramas in gat..amarul vietii...poate,poate le-o descoperi cineva interesant si or sa scape de criza economica.Va rog!Intorceti-va pe hi5,netlog,MYSPACE..orice...pozati-va in plina slendoare in curu' gol..numai nu ne mai futeti pe noi la cap.V-as plati,dar nu am schimbat.Nu stiu de ce ma freaca atat scriitura voastra ieftina si transparenta,dar abia asteptam sa scriu postul asta in timp ce ar fi trebuit sa invat la fizica.Acum sa inchei..cu un xoxo peace?!La dracu'..nu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-1890081686425984157?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/1890081686425984157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=1890081686425984157' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1890081686425984157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1890081686425984157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/03/rauraudin-ce-in-ce-mai.html' title='Rau.rau.din ce in ce mai.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-5921522348776365351</id><published>2009-03-02T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:20:53.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand restul a devenit egal cu nimic.</title><content type='html'>S-a terminat cu restul..tot ce era vechi...nefolositor..plin de frustrare,rautate si poate invidie..pentru voi..restul!Acum ati devenit nimic....si nu,nu este o afirmatie plina de ceea ce va obisnuisem.Este un inceput.Pentru care ii multumesc lui..chiar da,unui baiat.Primul dupa multi altii care nu vor mai conta niciodata...caci desi nu va vrea..va reusi.A facut-o deja.Mi-am dorit mereu sa gasesc ceva..si nu stiu sigur daca am facut-o,cu siguranta ca nu,dar imi place sa o cred  in momentul acesta.In prezent!Pentru ca trebuie sa traiesc ceea ce avem acum,nu?Nu ce vom avea sau am avut deja.De fiecare data cand te vad incep sa tremur,cu siguranta ca ma si inrosesc,desi incerc sa ascund asta sub un zambet care sa iti spuna cat de dor mi-a fost de tine,mi se strange stomacul cand ma saruti si am emotii ca inainte de un examen de fiecare data cand trebuie sa te revad..pentru ca uneori pleci doar pentru a te intoarce...si sunt atat de egoista in momentele in care te strang in brate pentru ca nu ti-as mai da drumul niciodata.Nu as mai vrea sa pleci...desi o vei face poate intr-o zi.Sau poate va trebui sa plec eu.Imi asum orice risc pentru tine.Inclusiv acela de a ma pierde pe mine in favoarea ta.E ceva la tine care ma face sa te caut in orice...chiar orice...loc,persoana,situatie.Nu esti mereu,dar..cu siguranta...ca atunci cand esti e perfect.Iubesc starea in care nici nu reusesc sa ma obisnuiesc cu lumina de dupa jaluzele,cu problemele unei noi zile..caci iti dedic primul meu gand tie.De asemenea..si cel din urma.Nu mai am nevoie de vise,planuri,intrigi,certuri,declaratii false.Admit.Am sa devin o persoana slaba pentru noi.Nu mai am nevoie de trecut pentru a fii fericita...in ochii tai vad si caut in acelasi timp tot ce as fi crezut pana nu demult ca este patetic si fals doar pentru ca am respins atat de mult...in parul tau imi ascund fiecare vis vechi si atingere plina de dragoste pentru ca sunt sigura ca daca le-as cere inapoi mi le-ai da fara a incerca sa ma ranesti...pentru ca nu esti ca ceilalti...in sarutul tau se ascunde tot ce am eu mai bun,mai pur..sincer...si fiecarei clipe care te va aduce langa mine ii voi pastra cea mai frumoasa amintire.Cu tine vreau tot...tie vreau sa iti daruiesc tot...Te rog,accepta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-5921522348776365351?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/5921522348776365351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=5921522348776365351' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5921522348776365351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5921522348776365351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/03/cand-restul-devenit-egal-cu-nimic.html' title='Cand restul a devenit egal cu nimic.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-2989889043228116634</id><published>2009-02-18T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:35:35.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M le-o facut  pe toate,in timp ce A....saraca A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-2989889043228116634?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/2989889043228116634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=2989889043228116634' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2989889043228116634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2989889043228116634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/02/m-le-o-facut-pe-toatein-timp-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-2520644696068469697</id><published>2009-02-12T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:36:45.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am vrut sa fug si m-am impiedicat de nimic.&lt;div&gt;Ma inec in propriul meu venin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi vine sa urlu,dar nu am la cine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..am vrut sa iubesc si m-au ranit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu cred ca sunt bine...dar sufletul s-a dus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am vrut sa rad,dar mi-am uitat motivul!&lt;br /&gt;I-a zis ca il iubeste si el o respins-o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-a trezit din vis si era singura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doar speranta zacea...moarta..intinsa patetic langa saltea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai vrut sa sari peste munti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar te-a lovit un val mare si sarat al marii in cap!Si te-a doborat!&lt;br /&gt;Esti jos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am vrut sa simt caldura...dar e numai gheata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si tremuri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tremur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am vrut sa plang...si am facut-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-2520644696068469697?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/2520644696068469697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=2520644696068469697' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2520644696068469697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2520644696068469697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-vrut-sa-fug-si-m-am-impiedicat-de.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3091192552146538198</id><published>2009-01-29T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:38:53.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistul ramane fara inspiratie!</title><content type='html'>De fapt cei mai buni artisti sunt oamenii considerati mediocrii societatii,fara pic de talent,un pic nebuni si frustrati de propriul destin prost nascocit,facut parca dupa matrita unui banc sec publicat in Libertatea.Din fericire nu sunt artist,dar si mie mi-a fugit inspiratia!..sau poate mi-a fost furata...:-?...hei tu cel care ai luat-o..te rog sa mi-o inapoiezi si promit ca iti returnez si eu boxerii preferati.Ah..nu,nu,dar nu vreau sa vorbesc despre mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....nu vreau.O sa zic doar ca iti multumesc pentru cafea dragule si oarecum si pentru ca esti atat de frumos cand ploua afara.Sper sa fiu ceva mai inspirata dupa ce termin "New Moon"...(ma agat de scuza ca sunt neconditionat si irevocabil indragostita de Edward Cullen)...sau nu neaparat de el.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3091192552146538198?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3091192552146538198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3091192552146538198' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3091192552146538198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3091192552146538198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/01/artistul-ramane-fara-inspiratie.html' title='Artistul ramane fara inspiratie!'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-9008628716703916427</id><published>2009-01-09T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:08:01.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q:Do you like to hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A:I DO!I DO!&lt;/span&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/3988219056929207572-9008628716703916427?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/9008628716703916427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=9008628716703916427' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/9008628716703916427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/9008628716703916427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/01/qdo-you-like-to-hurt-ai-doi-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-2206532297110837363</id><published>2009-01-04T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:42:00.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sa..barbatul!</title><content type='html'>Urasc tot ceea ce este comun...m-as uri si pe mine daca as fi o fiinta comuna..de aceea mereu am stiut ca voi fi cel mai mare critic al meu...urasc cand oamenii isi fac planuri si sunt dezamagiti cand nu le realizeaza,dar iubesc expresia de pe fata lor cand reusesc...daaar...eu nu vreau sa dedic un post prin care sa vad urez un calduros &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;la multi ani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;desi va doresc tuturor sa aveti parte de cat mai multa fericire in anul acesta ce se anunta zdruncinat din punct de vedere economic:))]asa ca sa revin la ale mele...ce am invatat eu dupa 2008...ca nu toti oamenii sunt la fel,insa cei din specia masculina,da.Ah!!Nu urmeaza un post plin de frustrate fata de cei fara de care noi,femeile,nu am putea trai..adica..eu,cel putin,admit,nu pot!..ci doar cateva randuri inchinate lui..."Maria Sa,barbatul!"...Am dat peste baieti timizi si dulci,obraznici si incantatori,prost crescuti sau din contra cu un bun simt exagerat si o educatie culeasa parca dintr-o carte a manierelor,mai dotati sau mai putin dotati[:))].din orice punct de vedere...material...spiritual..bla blax...baieti urati sau asa de frumosi incat mi-a fost rusine sa imi imaginez doar un simplu sarut cu ei,cu idealuri sau nu...intersati sau mai putin...interesanti...sau din cale afara de stresanti,insistenti sau prea delasatori,pasionali sau copilarosi...mincinosi... insa!! toti....infideli ca doar o viata au,obsedati de propriul ego si plictisiti de rutina zilnica...cafea,scoala,prieteni,iubita,sex,somn...Niciodata nu mi-a pasat prea mult de cel de langa mine..nu l-am judecat stiind ca sunt mai rea decat el,nu mi-a pasat de placerea lui decat dupa ce am gasit-o pe a mea,nu mi-a pasat de parerea lui decat dupa ce l-am facut sa se simta prost ca nu o accepta pe ea mea,nu l-am lasat sa ma dezbrace decat dupa ce mi-a fost cald,nu l-am lasat sa ma sune decat dupa ce mi-am terminat de facut unghiile..in fine,dar in ultimele luni nu m-am putut abtine sa nu imi analizez iubitii...atat de diferiti si totusi..NU!Inceputul fiecarei relatii a fost la fel...eram entuziasmata,ma atragea tipul,iesiri in oras,hai la un film,hai sa manacam...trecea ceva timp..hai la o petrecere...hai la un concert...hai sa dormi la mine,hai sa dorm la tine...toti urmarind acelasi lucru!Toti barbatii tanjesc dupa perfectiunea trupului unei femei in care sa isi verse pacatul...ei nu au nevoie de sentimente,de certuri,palme...ei au nevoie de aceasta imbinare de armonie,dragoste si liniste pe care,spre frustrarea lor indraznesc sa zic,nu o regasesc decat intre coapsele calde ale unei femei.Am zis-o!Toti barbatii vor sex!Pe dracu..toata lumea vrea sex!Cum zicea Bendeac...toti avem in comun un singur lucru..indiferent de statul social,intelectual,material...cacat...toti ne-o tragem!Ca acum..ca mai tarziu...cert e ca pentru un orgasm ideal o femeie are nevoie de un barbat(si voi ignora toate frustratele care se indragostesc dupa 3 secunde de relatie si spun ca masturbarea este mult mai fericita decat sexul fara sentimente),iar un barbat de o femeie(oricat de misogini ati fii...nu puteti nega asta..decat daca sunteti gay!)..desi..eu nu resping nici ideea unei femei frumoase in patul meu...:))...The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-2206532297110837363?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/2206532297110837363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=2206532297110837363' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2206532297110837363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2206532297110837363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2009/01/maria-sabarbatul.html' title='Maria Sa..barbatul!'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3523948133924458132</id><published>2008-12-28T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:51:24.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatori..cliseu national.</title><content type='html'>Gata.Mai am 8 zile de vacanta...4 zile pana la anu'...aproape cateva ore pana cand ne vom desparti....3 zile de cand nu am mai fumat...2 ore si jumatate de la ultima ciocolata...5 minute de cand m-am spalat pe dinti...30 de secunde de la ultimele imbratisari cu familia...2 ore pana o sa am iar reprosuri ca am mancat si ca m-am ingrasat....si vesnic indragostita....de un baiat cu parul cret pe care nici macar eu nu il cunosc.no..iesi din intuneric dragule sa te vaz si eu la fata...ca te caut demult..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3523948133924458132?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3523948133924458132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3523948133924458132' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3523948133924458132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3523948133924458132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarbatoricliseu-national.html' title='Sarbatori..cliseu national.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-1586256693138273963</id><published>2008-12-23T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:18:06.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare eu?</title><content type='html'>Simt ca exist si sunt utila doar atunci cand vorbesc despre credinta mea,literatura pe care o devorez si idealurile pe care le vanez si...pentru care,adeseori,plang si imi calc sufletul in picioare.Oare eu sunt ca si ceilalti?Sau raman ciudata &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-1586256693138273963?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/1586256693138273963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=1586256693138273963' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1586256693138273963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1586256693138273963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/oare-eu.html' title='Oare eu?'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-829268292044645746</id><published>2008-12-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:49:07.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da..ne-am dus...</title><content type='html'>Mi-a fost atat de usor sa iti spun ca nu te-am iubit niciodata...sa iti sterg sarutarile de pe trupul meu fragil cu ajutorul unui burete din sarma,ti-am distrus visele furisandu-ma in camera altuia...inca unul,nu ca ar conta prea mult,ti-am aruncat amintirile la gunoi si melodiile tale le dedic celor ce vor urma,ti-am furat cuvintele dragastoase si le-am ascuns in cartile mele,ti-am trait povestea si am luat-o cu mine la plecare...Spune-mi...cum se simte urma parfumului meu pe perna ta,acum,cand am jurat ca plec defintiv?Mai simti atingerea parului meu pe fata ta?Imi mai adori puritatea si pielea fina?Te mai dor zgarieturile mele..sau le-ai lasat sa se vindece pentru ca o alta fata sa vina si sa le refaca,mai rau,in acelasi loc?Buzele tale ma mai pastreaza?Bratele tale ma mai cheama cumva?Ochii mei te mai fixeaza in timp ce dormi?Mai e o alta fata care se trezeste noaptea si te saruta pe spate,ca apoi,sa te inveleasca?O sa regreti ca am plecat...o sa iti fie dor de mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-829268292044645746?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/829268292044645746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=829268292044645746' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/829268292044645746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/829268292044645746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/dane-am-dus.html' title='Da..ne-am dus...'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8084006216457485120</id><published>2008-12-16T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:13:20.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah...introducere.</title><content type='html'>diseara am sa scriu despre tine...tu,tarfa mea preferata...diseara...ca acum,ah acum,nu am timp...doar noaptea ma intorc la tine...ca sa te judec si sa te ranesc...oh,tu,nefericita tarfa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8084006216457485120?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8084006216457485120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8084006216457485120' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8084006216457485120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8084006216457485120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahintroducere.html' title='ah...introducere.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3139032709449179458</id><published>2008-12-10T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:54:05.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartamentul din lemn...</title><content type='html'>Locuiam la ultimul etaj al unui hotel darapanat...din centrul Londrei...din lemn...si in fiecare noapte nu faceam altceva decat sa sper ceva mai mult la marile mele sperante,sa beau ceai cu scortisoara si sa imi notez memoriile pe foi patate de grasime...Erau singurele coli pe care le puteam lua de la brutaria infecta in care lucram ca sa ma descurc aici,eu,copil de la tara,printre gentlemanii Londrei.Fumul scos de soba care se chinuia sa imi incalzeasca cutia de chibrituri pe care o numeam "casa" se intorcea rotocoale spre locul de origine,fiindu-i si lui prea frica sa iasa in strada,in astfel de nopti:cumplit de reci,singuratice si prevestitoare intotdeauna de ceva rau.Atacurile naprasnice ale ploii si vantului in geamurile modeste ale locuintei mele nu ma mai infiorau ca la inceput;acum imi tin companie,dar inca mai rad si ele de soarta mea trista....de copil de la tara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3139032709449179458?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3139032709449179458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3139032709449179458' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3139032709449179458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3139032709449179458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/apartamentul-din-lemn.html' title='Apartamentul din lemn...'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-8662772151921186048</id><published>2008-12-06T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:07:16.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te urasc pe tine.Va urasc pe voi,fostii mei prieteni.DAR mai presus de toate am ajuns sa urasc partea din mine care are nevoie de voi si va iubeste.La dracu cu asta.Dragut inceput de iarna...Sarbatori fericite,Mell![.^_^.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-8662772151921186048?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/8662772151921186048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=8662772151921186048' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8662772151921186048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/8662772151921186048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-urasc-pe-tine.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-1974808710348651317</id><published>2008-12-01T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:03:26.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Autobuzul 226....Universul meditatiei liceenilor plictisiti de activitati prea matinale,prea nesemnificative,prea numeroase si cu siguranta,mult prea solicitante.Universul meu de 30 de minute.Piata Romana-Complex Comercial Rahova....Acelasi drum..aceleasi intrebari ..iar si iar...De ce faci toate astea?De ce nu simti nimic?De ce nu suni pe cineva sa ii spui cat de mult il/o iubesti?Nu ai pe cine...?...Ba ai...Dar...Sa spui sincer esti o incapabila din punct de vedere sentimental.Minti,manipulezi,planuiesti totul pentru simpla ta satisfacere,din toate punctele de vedere.Folosesti si arunci..fara o remuscare macar.DE CE?La ce bun ca lupti pentru ceva,iar cand obtii te plictisesti?Ai o problema..nu te-ai despartit de copilarie.Si nu in sensul pozitiv...Caci toti urmarim sa ne pastram inocenta si tineretea...Dar nu vezi ca ramai singura?Nu iti e frica?Deloc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-1974808710348651317?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/1974808710348651317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=1974808710348651317' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1974808710348651317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1974808710348651317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/12/autobuzul-226.html' title=''/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-931050180771528982</id><published>2008-11-26T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:26:26.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le temoignage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Stii ca....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Nu.Ce sa stiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Ca..EA!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Ce e cu EA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Pai...mai are putin si se casatoreste...S-a indragostit...Iubeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Cum asa?EA?Cred ca glumesti..Te rog inceteaza...Hai sa bem ceaiul asta discutand despre altceva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Imi pare rau...da' iti zic sigur..EA se marita!Inca putin si gata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Gata cu?Cu iubirea mea...Ce sa ii fac...Desi nu cred..EA nu e in stare sa iubeasca..Ti-o jur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Eh..uite ca pricajitul asta are parte de iubirea noastra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Noastra?ei?!Cum asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Ce rost are acum sa mai tac...Si eu..si tu..am iubit-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Zau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Zau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Cred ca trebuia sa cer doar un pliculet de zahar la ceai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Da..si eu sunt obisnuit asemenea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Vremea asta mi se pare tare mohorata..trista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Intr-adevar,dar este anotimpul ploilor...E normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:O sa cer si un rom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Da..comanda doua,te rog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Si cine e acesta pe care EA il primeste ca barbat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Un oarecare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Nu se prea poate.EA nu iubeste,ti-o spun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Mi-o spui,tovarase,dar iti zic..EA se marita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:DAR DE CE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Sa iti spun sincer..nu stiu.Nu tipa..se uia lumea la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:La dracu cu lumea.Inca pastrez ca prostul scrisoarea ei de adio,o sticla de parfum,acum goala, ce i-o cumparasem in voiajul nostru la Paris...inelul de logodna...si poza ei pe noptiera mea.Cine e acest barbat care imi naruie universul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Un artist mut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Mut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Cum iti zic,mut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Cu tot respectul,domnule,am impresia ca ma iei in ras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Tare as vrea!Nu auzi ca si eu am iubit-o pe aceasta femeie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Ba aud!Si cu atat de mult calm mi-o recunosti!Si cum e mut?Nu vorbeste?I-a inghtit Iadul limba?Cum a fost atunci in stare sa indulceasca sufletul ei inveninat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Cu vorbele sigur nu.Am tot vorbit cu oamenii alaturi de care mai ieseam..Cand..stii tu..tu si EA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Urma sa fie a mea!EA!Si totusi intr-o dimineata de mai...a lasat scrisoarea pe biroul meu..fara nicio remuscare..si a plecat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Dar nu ai cautat-o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Ei,dar cum...O caut si acum..Ii mai simt parfumul vag pe cate un asternut si incep sa ii caut atingerea,privirea..peste tot...in poze,in amintiri,in vis.Dar de cautat..mi-a interzis sa o caut.De altfel..stiam ca a plecat la Paris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:S-a intors.Si se marita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Domnule...mentin..te joci cu sentimentele mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Tare as vrea sa nu o fac.Si eu am iubit-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Nu te condamn.Cati barbati nu au iubit-o oare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Atatia cati nu au avut parte de ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:E macar blond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Cine?Pricajitul ala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Da....ala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Ei...nu as sti sa iti spun.E frumos...Are ochii de un albastru intunecat...si mari,de parca mereu sunt pe post de iscoade...Parul...ei..aceasta culoare nu are un nume...si carlionti..Si chipul ii pare neatins de ani...Dar e mut!Iti spun..E MUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B:Si cum ii zice ca o iubeste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A:Asta e...Nu ii spune..De asta si a ramas a lui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-931050180771528982?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/931050180771528982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=931050180771528982' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/931050180771528982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/931050180771528982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-temoignage.html' title='Le temoignage..'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-1988204470902410331</id><published>2008-11-25T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:28:30.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..cat urasc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ca maine e mircuri si mai e doar o zi pana la bal.Ca am test la mate si sunt filoloaga...dar observ ca sunt singura paralela de prin univers cu stiintele astea exacte...Ca dau test la muzica din materie nepredata...test la MUZICA!HA!...Ca tinuta de la bal trebuie sa fie black&amp;amp;white,iar ceilalti gasesc ceva interesant in ideea asta...Ca Vita au facut oarecum playback ieri la balul din Sava...Ca toti/toate cocalarii/cocalarele au pierce-uri...Ca 226 e mereu plin...Ca mi se spun lucruri la plesneala...Ca toti au devenit dintr-o data asa egoisti,mincinosi si rautaciosi...Ca nu mai am prieteni aproape deloc...Ca s-a dus toamna mea[2007] deja definitiv...si imi e dor de balul nostru...Ca am 5 la fizica...:))...Ca vin tezele..Ca vin Sarbatorile..Ca e frig....Ca imi e frig chiar acum....Ca e prima mea postare banala si frustrata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-1988204470902410331?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/1988204470902410331/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=1988204470902410331' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1988204470902410331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/1988204470902410331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohcat-urasc.html' title='Oh..cat urasc.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3163744519441291754</id><published>2008-11-19T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:27:35.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh god it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How do you feel? That is the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But i forget.. you dont expect and easy answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When something like a soul becomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You cant expect a bit of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And while your outside looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Describing what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember what your staring at is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All i know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How much is real? So much to question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And never dare make up the mannequins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Contaminating everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When thought came from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It never did right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just listen to the noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(No more sad voices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Before you tell yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Its just a different scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember its just different from what you've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Im looking at you through the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And all i know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That lie to you.. yeah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh god it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All i know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That shine for you.. yeah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That lie to you.. yeah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That shine for you.. yeah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its the starrrssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The sttarrrsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3988219056929207572-3163744519441291754?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3163744519441291754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3163744519441291754' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3163744519441291754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3163744519441291754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/through-glass.html' title='Through Glass'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-107348930661478533</id><published>2008-11-16T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:32:03.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar daca...</title><content type='html'>Dar daca totusi el o va alege pe ea?Dar daca totusi ma va alege pe mine si va ramane cu gandul la ea?Dar daca doar trupul sau este al meu,iar sufletul-i departe?Atunci ce?&lt;div&gt;Si tot astfel,daca inchid ochii,vad mana mea mai mica decat amandoi..in fapte..lumea-i visul sufletului nostru!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorbeste-mi deci!Glasul tau ma doare,ma ucide incetul cu incetul,dar nu mai pot fara el!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-107348930661478533?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/107348930661478533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=107348930661478533' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/107348930661478533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/107348930661478533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/dar-daca.html' title='Dar daca...'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-2016432817690080438</id><published>2008-11-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:29:37.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaga-te pentru mine.</title><content type='html'>Decor obisnuit.Aceeasi camera,acelasi pat,probabil ca si ei erau la fel.Cu bune sau rele erau impreuna de ceva timp...Isi consumasera adolescenta impreuna,impartind seara de seara un cearceaf inflorat(pe care,bineinteles,el il ura).Parintii si cei apropiati nu intelegeau taina apropierii lor si mai ales,cum rezistase relatia asta,care pornise de la inceput cu sanse minime de a ramane impreuna mai mult de 1 saptamana.Pur si simplu,potrivit gandirii firii omenesti si a legilor logicii ei nu puteau rezista ca si cuplu.Daca intrebai orice persoana din exteriorul universului lor ce parere are ti-ar fi raspuns desigur ca "el a prins-o in mrejele sale si nu i-a fost greu sa o aduca in starea de visare pe aceasta copila atat de devreme intrata in lumea necunoscuta a iubirii"&lt;bineinteles,el&gt;.Parintii fetei nu il suportau,considerandu-l un neserios,nu intelegeau aspectul lui si mai ales pasiunile,nu credeau vreodata ca el are sa faca bani din arta pe care atat de mult o slujeste si pretuieste,dar incercau sa accepte relatia aceasta si fusesera de acord sa ii lase sa locuiasca impreuna in camera ei portocalie,din fundul apartamentului.Simteau ca asa o au mai aproape si pot avea inca grija de copila lor.Parintii lui...lor nu le pasa,de fapt.Erau incantati de noua lui prietena,pe care o cunoscusera intr-o seara banala,in care plouase exagerat,iar el o adusese pana la casa sa pentru a-i da un tricou uscat spre a o feri de vreo raceala urata.In rest,erau mai mereu plecati...Pe baiat nu il deranja.Nu ii pretuise niciodata prea mult..primii lui ani din viata ii petrecuse cu bunica,apoi prin gradinite cu program prelungit,apoi scoli cu internat,iar la liceu deja era destul de mare pentru a se putea descurca singur.Acum...acum era la facultate si locuia cu prima fiinta pe care o iubise cu adevarat.Cu ea.Deci impreuna cu parintii sai petrecuse cateva zeci de week-end-uri sau saptamanile scurte ale vacantei de iarna,Pasti sau vara...si asta doar ca sa dea impresia unei familii perfecte.Avea tot ce isi dorea,din punct de vedere material si invatase cu timpul sa se bucure,cu adevarat,de consecinta aceasta a plecarilor dese alor sai.Ea...era ceva mai putin bogata in ani si experienta decat el,dar il iubea.Stia asta,reusise sa o simta in tot acest timp.Ultimul an de liceu,note bune,idealuri inalte,planuri deja fixate,parinti intelegatori si dragostea sa ce o astepta mereu la sfarsitul programului de scoala in spatele portilor liceului.Il iubea cu toate calitatile,dar mai ales defectele sale.Uneori si-ar fi dorit ca noptile sa fie mai lungi,iar aproprierea lor sa nu se termine,alteori o facea sa planga si si-ar fi dorit sa nu il fi cunoscut niciodata,dar ceea ce nu stia era ca in spatele usii pe care o trantea...si el plangea.De ciuda,de durere,de dor.Si se intorcea mereu sa o ia in brate si sa o alinte,o facea sa il ierte...si ii mai cerea ceva mereu..."Roaga-te Dumnezeului tau sa nu ma ia niciodata din leganul bratelor acestora atat de calde".&lt;/bineinteles,el&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-2016432817690080438?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/2016432817690080438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=2016432817690080438' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2016432817690080438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/2016432817690080438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/roaga-te-pentru-mine.html' title='Roaga-te pentru mine.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-5709797366549793451</id><published>2008-11-13T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:24:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domnisoara Christina</title><content type='html'>Ma vei iubi,pareau ca spun ochii ei.Ai vazut ce usor mi-a fost sa te sugrum de groaza.Cum te vei arunca in bratele mele!Ce calda va fi coapsa mea pentru tine,iubitule!Gand dupa gand,fara graba,firesc...Invata-te cu mine alaturi,iubitule!Iata,aceasta este mana mea si ea te mangaie fara sa te sperie,ea iti va aduce bucurie,mana aceasta;o simti acum,o simti pe obrazul tau lipita?Cand mana-mi-ti va atinge fata,sangele ti se va risipi,rasuflarea intreaga ti se va scurge intreaga in cosul pieptului si cu fata alba,cu fruntea inghetata,vei zacea moale in pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-5709797366549793451?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/5709797366549793451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=5709797366549793451' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5709797366549793451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5709797366549793451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/11/domnisoara-christina.html' title='Domnisoara Christina'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3383734457200666928</id><published>2008-09-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:56:40.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vama @ Cafeneaua Actorilor.</title><content type='html'>Aproape perfect.Si spun "aproape" deoarece sunt superstitioasa si realizez ca Dumnezeu nu iti trimite prea multe momente perfecte..asa ca sper la ceva si mai frumos de atat.Vama au cantat in Cafeneaua Actorilor din Tineretului..mai are rost sa fiu si eu una dintre cei care povestesc entuziast despre cantarea de azi-noapte?!Are rost..doar si eu am fost o parte din episodul unei vieti tarite cu prieteni dragi.Este mai greu sa exprimi in cuvinte sentimentele si trairile profunde,mai ales cand iti apartin.Am cantat din tot sufletul alaturi de voi si sper ca acest fapt a contribuit la mentinerea starii bune si nu la zgarierea timpanelor lui Tudor[:)))].Un moment foarte special l-am trait in timpul melodiei "Dumnezeu nu apare la stiri" deoarece am simtit ca am ajuns direct in sufletul LUI si ne-a auzit in sfarsit cum strigam in versuri cat de mult il iubim si  pretuim.Si cred ca si el a avut tot atunci cel mai frumos moment al serii.Apoi la "Nu am chef azi" m-am mutat ceva mai in fata[cu precizie in fata scenei,pe jos] si am cantat/tipat cat m-au tinut plamanii si no..sper ca m-oti auzit dragilor.Am tremurat si am inchis ochii in timpul melodiei "Scrisoare catre Fat-Frumos" si mi-am rulat,departe de cei din jur,propriul basm.Am incheiat seara placut..reamintind tuturor ca ura nu naste copii,iar atat binele,cat si raul fac parte din viata fiecaruia.Va iubesc VAMA!Si in mod special pe tine Tudore...No..sa nu ne lasi niciodata singuri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3383734457200666928?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3383734457200666928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3383734457200666928' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3383734457200666928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3383734457200666928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/09/vama-cafeneaua-actorilor.html' title='Vama @ Cafeneaua Actorilor.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-5429830359113211448</id><published>2008-07-20T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:38:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suflet intreg.</title><content type='html'>Plec la mare.Plec de acasa.Plec cu ea.Plec cu ele.Plec cu ei.Plec departe.Plec sa imi caut fericirea.Plec sa imi ard pielea.Plec sa imi intregesc sufletul in apa sarata a marii.Plec sa uit.Ah..am plecat .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-5429830359113211448?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/5429830359113211448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=5429830359113211448' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5429830359113211448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5429830359113211448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/07/suflet-intreg.html' title='Suflet intreg.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-5242575317679175786</id><published>2008-07-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:53:12.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multumesc,dar am nevoie de tine.</title><content type='html'>Am 15 ani.Da..inca am!Pentru ca mai sunt 38 de zile pana imi schimb varsta.Am invatat cu greu si totusi intr-un timp prea scurt ca timpul este impartit in trecut,prezent si viitor..si ca totusi,la un moment dat,stam si meditam la faptul ca nu am realizat tot ce ne-am fi dorit,ca am lasat in urma farame de vise spulberate,ca nu  le-am oferit destule clipe impreuna celor pe care ii iubim..si ne intrebam de ce..Pai..pentru ca noi,oamenii,suntem prea preocupati sa ne criticam trecutul si sa ne planificam viitorul incat uitam de prezent si astfel nu avem timp de propria noastra viata.Si trece asa de usor..ah..si o spun eu care sunt abia la inceput de drum!Azi m-am angajat.De fapt..am luptat atat sa ma angajez...De ce?Pentru bani?!As fii ipocrita daca as spune ca nu..si totusi..:-?..nu doar pentru asta!Cand m-au intrebat la interviu de ce vreau sa ma angajez..de ce nu ma bucur de copilaria mea..am raspuns.."Am timp pentru toate..si simt ca nu am destule responsabilitati.Vreau sa imi fac mama mandra si sa dovedesc (practic) ca ma pot descurca"..Tipa a suras si mi-a spus ca este un raspuns foarte entuziast si placut.Si m-au accepat.Primul meu interviu=primul meu job.O adevarata realizare pentru un copil!Mama a inceput s planga..nu m-a prea luat in serios cand i-am spus ca o sa ma angajez...era obisnuita intr-adevar sa o suprind cu note bune,premii si un comportament mai mult decat ok..dar sa ma angajez?!M-a rugat sa ii povestesc cum a fost totul...si ochii ii sticleau...bucurie,emotie,lacrimi,iubire...asta oglindeau.Am vrut sa ma ridic si sa plec in camera sa ma schimb,iar ea m-a prins de mana si mi-a spus mai mult soptit.."acum sunt linistita..pot sa plec impacata de pe acest pamant,caci te vei descurca mereu..au meritat toate lacrimile si eforturile depuse pentru a te creste...eu si tata suntem mandri de tine...".Ok.Cuvinte emotionante,bineinteles.Stiu cat ma iubeste,iar eu o ador.Nu pun nimic mai presus de Dumnezeu si parinti..dar de sa imi vorbeasca despre moarte cand eu abia incep sa muncesc pentru ea,pentru tata,pentru mine,pentru noi?!Nu mai vorbi despre viitor ,muma draga,vin' mai bin' degrab' si dezmiarda-ma ca atunci cand ma leganai catinel.Te iubesc si iti multumesc pentru tot ceea ce faci pentru mine zi de zi.Dar cel mai important..am nevoie de tine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-5242575317679175786?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/5242575317679175786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=5242575317679175786' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5242575317679175786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/5242575317679175786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Multumesc,dar am nevoie de tine.'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-6982835547423243321</id><published>2008-07-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:58:29.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In ochii tai vad restul vietii mele..</title><content type='html'>Asta pot spune ca a fost o zi tare draguta pentru mine...Am mintit la ora de romana cand am spus ca am realizat ca exist cand am privit moartea prin ochii cuiva apropiat..Nu este asa...Atunci am descoperit sentimentul..primul meu sentiment ..cel de durere.Nu vreau sa vorbesc acum insa despre acea experienta..In sfarsit l-am simtit aproape de mine!Mai aproape!Pe EL!De cand ori nu inchideam ochii si plangeam pe muzica sa..de cate ori la concerte nu ma intrebam.."oare cand va sti ca in miile de fani..EU simt cel mai profund totul?!"...si imi ziceam "niciodata"..Inca nu mi-am realizat visul de a-l vedea personal si a-i vorbi,dar uite ca si netul conecteaza oamenii.Nu intelegi prea multe nu?Nici nu trebuie.Multumesc Universului pentru fericirea ce o mai trimite pe pamant.Si atat.Fericirea e atunci cand iti amintesti cat de fericit esti cand iubesti.^_^.Ceea ce pentru tine reprezinta "nimic" la mine este egal cu "totul"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-6982835547423243321?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/6982835547423243321/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=6982835547423243321' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/6982835547423243321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/6982835547423243321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-ochii-tai-vad-restul-vietii-mele.html' title='In ochii tai vad restul vietii mele..'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-4516990252587208831</id><published>2008-06-29T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:00:31.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-ai lasat cu ochii in soare..Fat-Frumos...:)</title><content type='html'>Nu am prea mult timp sa ma gandesc la ce voi scrie..dar stiu ca ti-l voi dedica tie pe tot.De alftel..asta am si facut in ultimele zile..seara adormim impreuna..eu aproape plang si tremur gandindu-ma la "noi&lt;br /&gt;,iar tu iti pastrezi cel mai frumos zambet.Si dimineata ma trezesc ceva mai singura decat seara...si totusi am puterea sa ma gandesc ca mi-ai facut prea mult rau.M-ai bagat intr-un joc fara scapare si urasc ca am urmat doar regulile tale.A fost exact pe placul tau...nu?Spune-mi..te-a ajutat sa iti gadili indeajuns orgoliul?Esti doar un copil egoist!Ti-am lasat impresia ca as avea nevoie de un ajutor si te-ai gandit in maretia ta ca ajutorul ar fi sa ma impingi in bratele..altcuiva..?!Si asteptai si multumiri la final..Cand ti-am spus ca ai devenit patetic..ai inchis brusc discutia.."atunci nu mai vorbi cu mine".Mereu cand cautam o farama de sinceritate..ocoleai.Si eu credeam..credeam...credeam.Pentru ce ai facut toate astea?De ce te-ai bagat in viata mea cand acolo,undeva,exista o fata care te face fericit?As vrea sa citesti asta..si totusi mai bine nu.Stii cat ma doare ignoranta ta de acum..si te simti mai bine nu?[de la o fata..catre iubitul ei...eu nu iubesc..deci nu imi pot asuma profunzimea sentimentelor pe care incerc totusi sa le subliniez cunoscandu-i pe cei doi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-4516990252587208831?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/4516990252587208831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=4516990252587208831' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/4516990252587208831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/4516990252587208831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/06/m-ai-lasat-cu-ochii-in-soarefat-frumos.html' title='M-ai lasat cu ochii in soare..Fat-Frumos...:)'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-3272634523922587279</id><published>2008-06-28T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:26:41.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unde fugi diseara?</title><content type='html'>Era noapte..prea intuneric ca sa mai aiba curajul sa iasa pe strada..singur..dar totusi a facut-o...stia ca la magazinul din colt era inca deschis si simtea nevoia sa bea...putin..doar cat sa nu il mai doara sufletul..destul cat sa se zdrobeasca si mai mult..Simtea pasi ce se cufundau in asfalt cand se intorcea ca sa goneasca pe oricine ar fi fost in spatele lui si era speriat..A intrat in magazin si si-a luat o sticla de vodka..Doar una?!Poate mai vroia si maine..A luat 4..Vanzatorul ii cunostea familia..si stia de la vecini ca EL are probleme cu alcoolul,dar cum banii sunt mai importanti decat copiii altora i-a dat sticlele si i-a oferit si o punga.&lt;br /&gt;S-a intors.A privit in gol si si-a aprins o tigara...mai avea doar 6...Candva avea prieteni,dar acum ei isi vad de viata lor...scoala..iubite..Candva avea o familie,dar acum i se parea ca pana si ai lui il urasc.Candva avea o viata,acum viata lui este prea inecata in alcool ca sa mai poata sa se gandeasca daca are rost sa sparga sticla ce o tinea in mana.Candva a avut si el o iubita..acum..ea e studenta si el e nimic.L-a parasit printr-un sms:"nu mai pot.te iubesc,dar nu mai suport sa fiu doar eu in relatia asta."&lt;br /&gt;Cand bause asa repede?Nu mai avea nici bani...Poate a mai ramas ceva prin sertar..poate un colt rupt din fosta lui viata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-3272634523922587279?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/3272634523922587279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=3272634523922587279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3272634523922587279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/3272634523922587279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/2008/06/unde-fugi-diseara.html' title='Unde fugi diseara?'/><author><name>sunt o zana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10037281478868739682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-33763655891055229</id><published>2008-06-27T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:21:38.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou tu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pana acum doar visam la tine.Si acum..cand te-am gasit..te-am dezamagit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-33763655891055229?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988219056929207572.post-632886215587499335</id><published>2008-05-25T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:44:28.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Primele raze de soare se strecoara deloc timid printre jaluzelele tale..ma tii in brate si telefonul imi suna in disperare..hainele ma asteapta sa le imbrac si parca o aud pe mama strigandu-mi din nou ca vrea sa o rup cu tine..inchid ochii si ma ghemuiesc la loc.Si te trezesti tu razand si imi spui.."iar ai dormit aici?"...imi saruti pielea arsa de soare si ochii tai ii simt cum ma fixeaza.Ma dau batuta si ii deschid si eu pe ai mei.Este o noua zi.Ma scol pentru ca eu  pregatesc cafeaua de dimineata.Din nou razi.."Fara cafea astazi!"..Imi pregatesc eu una..o beau..ma imbrac..imi strang schitele de prin camera..imi inchei nasturele de la pantaloni..te sarut si plec..si tu ramai in urma pe jumatate adormit.Ti-am lasat un biletel la bucatarie.."Azi te iubesc.Suna-ma pe la 3".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988219056929207572-632886215587499335?l=mellymell259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellymell259.blogspot.com/feeds/632886215587499335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988219056929207572&amp;postID=632886215587499335' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/632886215587499335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988219056929207572/posts/default/632886215587499335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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