<?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-4275488676680893673</id><updated>2011-07-18T05:43:15.322-07:00</updated><category term='monotonie :('/><category term='vacanta:)'/><title type='text'>RonNiA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-6591713283230391576</id><published>2011-07-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T05:43:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un alt nivel...</title><content type='html'>am trecut la un alt nivel al vietii, lasand copilaria in urma am inceput sa pasesc pe incurcatele drumuri ale maturitatii...se petrec atat de multe schimbari in viata mea incat nici eu nu pot constientiza daca ceea ce fac e bine, sau imi merge din ce in ce mai rau!!&lt;br /&gt;cineva mi'a spus un lucru maret: "tot raul in spre bine", dar nu stiu daca a sta cu familia mea, a copilarii sau a avea sufletul plin de nadejde reprezenta raul prezent in viata mea...si totusi am renuntat la aceste lucruri pentru a porni intr'o lume straina, o lume a propriilor interese, o lume careia nu ii pasa daca acum esti, iar peste 5 minute nu mai esti...&lt;br /&gt;am schimbat locul de vis, linistit si plin de pace pentru a cunoaste o "jungla urbana", in care zgomotul vesnic prezent, aglomeratia sau praful, te face sa ajungi la fel ca ceilalti, inca o marioneta a societatii...eram convinsa ca asta se va intampla, dar totusi m'am intrebat:"ce pierd daca incerc?"...si iata ca am avut multe de pierdut, mai multe decat ma asteptam, pentru ca nu poti ramane "TU"!!&lt;br /&gt;intr'o lume a ingratilor, trebuie sa te cobori la nivelul lor, ajungand astfel unul dintre ei!!intr'o lume a oamenilor "culti", trebuie sa te straduiesti sa ajungi la nivelul acestora incercand sa ii depasesti, fiind intr'o competitie continua, dar intr'o lume a oamenilor nepasatori, oare cum trebuie sa fi??&lt;br /&gt;pentru toate exista un inceput...indiferent daca e bine sau nu, incerc sa ma adaptez in aceasta lume straina si poate neprielnica mie...ramane de vazut daca voi reusi sa ma integrez, dar totusi sa imi pastrez personalitatea si sa imi pun amprenta asupra lucrurilor fara sa incerc sa le schimb asa cum alte persoane au tendinta!!&lt;br /&gt;incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea ca sunt pe cont propriu, ca mama sau tata nu mai sunt acolo cand am nevoie si ca sunt nevoita sa fac fata tuturor provocarilor cu fortele proprii, demonstrand tuturor ca am lasat copilaria in urma, pasind pe cararile maturitatii..&lt;br /&gt;si totusi, copii vom ramane pana in ultima clipa a vietii, pana in clipa cand sufletul nostru va zbura catre alte locuri, mai bune ...caci copilaria, reprezinta tot ceea ce implica iubire, sinceritate, loialitate si nu in ultimul rand puritate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-6591713283230391576?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6591713283230391576/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-alt-nivel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6591713283230391576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6591713283230391576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-alt-nivel.html' title='un alt nivel...'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-5919449750864050937</id><published>2011-07-09T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:32:41.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acum...</title><content type='html'>"cum sa ii explic inimii ca azi pleci???cum sa ii spun ca fara tine poate continua??cum sa ma prefac, pentru a nu isi da seama, ca de azi nu o sa mai fi langa mine?"&lt;br /&gt;mi-as dori sa inchid o clipa ochii si totul in jurul meu sa fie la fel ca acum multi ani, cand aveam sufletul plin de vise...acum, cand am facut atatea compromisuri pentru a imi atinge scopurile, nu ma simt implinita...vad ca sunt inconjurata de ipocriti, ca ma adancesc din ce in ce mai mult in lumea asta de masti si de aparente...&lt;br /&gt;copilaria a ramas in urma,iar primul indiciu, este atunci cand nedreptatea si coruptia ne lovesc, iar mama si tata nu sunt acolo sa ne apere.&lt;br /&gt;uneori, ne afecteaza atat de mult, incat nu mai putem dormi. Dar trebuie sa descoperim si sa infruntam totul singuri.&lt;br /&gt;o sa constientizam ca intr'o zi, cerul se umple de fantome, viata, de schelete, gloria, de nenorociri, iar cuvintele, de tacere. o sa vedem ca intr'o zi, tradarea va intra in vietile noastre si ne va domina incetul cu incetul...&lt;br /&gt;nu imi mai este de folos nimic din tot ceea ce am, daca nu simt cu adevarat fericirea...nu ma ajuta cu nimic ca esti aici daca ochii mei nu te pot privi...sunt orbi...nu-mi sunt de folos nici mainile, in care se pierd mangaierile care ti-ar putea alina durerea...&lt;br /&gt;sunt total schimbata...fara sa imi dau seama cand, unde si cum, viata ma adus la un alt nivel...din fetita ce plangea de dor intr'un colt al camerei, am devenit o "femeie" puternica, ce a lasat ura in spate, capabila sa isi croiasca un drum in propria viata...capabila sa spuna lucrurilor pe nume...capabila sa plece intr'un alt loc, de unde sa o ia din nou de la 0...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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intalnit intr'o zi insorita de septembrie, ne'am cunoscut si am legat prietenii...prietenii ce ne'au schimbat, ce ne'au determinat sa ne maturizam impreuna, sa crestem, sa ne inaltam spre propriul vis!!am fost aproape unul de celalalt cand am avut nevoie si am stiut sa ne organizam si sa fim "un glas" atunci cand a fost nevoie...&lt;br /&gt;     tinand cont de tot ceea ce ne'a legat, de persoanele ce ne'au indrumat si de clasa ce ne'a fost martor la toate "nazbatiile noastre", acum nu pot decat sa multumesc tuturor colegilor ce si'au intiparit personalitatea in sufletul meu pt totdeauna!!&lt;br /&gt;     o sa pastrez pe veci amintirea diminetilor, cand expresia fetei spunea multe, cand motaiala din ore si susoteala vesnic prezenta ne scotea din monotonie...o sa imi amintesc cu zambetul pe buze fiecare clipa petrecuta cu VOI si imi voi insemna in memorie fiecare zi ca fiind cea mai speciala...&lt;br /&gt;     am pasit pe portile acestei "institutii ce ne'a facut mari" cu nadejde si cu incredere in fortele proprii fara a ne cunoaste intre noi si iata'ne azi...aici...la doar cateva zile de final, mai uniti ca niciodata, plini de pareri de rau si de ganduri curate ce au rolul de a ne arata exact asa cum suntem, exact asa cum am intrat pentru prima data in clasa...&lt;br /&gt;     au existat multe divergente, multe certuri ce ne'au "risipit", ce ne'au impartit in mai multe "bisericute", dar de care ne vom aminti cu siguranta si nu vor provoca nimic altceva decat zambete pe chipurile noastre de "copii maturi"...&lt;br /&gt;     pentru mine, acesti ani alaturi de voi, au fost cei mai minunati si oricat de mult mi'as dori sa nu se termine aici, sunt constienta ca intr'o zi fiecare va "zbura" pe drumul sau, lasand in urma "anii de aur"!!!&lt;br /&gt;     sunt fericita ca, acum, intr'o calduroasa zi de iunie, totul se termina frumos, finalul ne gaseste "imbratisati" si mai uniti ca niciodata...in sfarsit formam un COLECTIV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. va multumesc!!!!:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-5645247902832876812?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5645247902832876812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/cei-mai-minunatid.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/5645247902832876812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/5645247902832876812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/cei-mai-minunatid.html' title='cei mai minunati&gt;:D&lt;...'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCU4M7Slr7k/TdbTWGmBvqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wSVjjsz7qLA/s72-c/12%2BG%2Bcopy%2Bcopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-5650957980088703652</id><published>2011-02-20T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:17:07.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trebuie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xeL9YN0GM/TWFMfCR0q_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6h3kHfLOFtE/s1600/image_124998574359697500_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xeL9YN0GM/TWFMfCR0q_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6h3kHfLOFtE/s320/image_124998574359697500_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575821909732666354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa calci in picioare pentru a ajunge undeva, candva, ceva...simti nevoia cateodata sa plangi?sa tipi?...o lume intreaga sa iti auda durerea??...orice om va trece la un moment dat prin acea perioada cand viata trece pe langa el...secundele se scurg fara rost...si simti ca nu poti face nimic!!te'ai saturat sa iti vezi parintii certandu'se...plangand si implorand sa gaseasca puterea sa mearga mai departe...nu conteaza!!! oricat de mult te'ai stradui sa ii ajuti cumva, nu ai cum...esti prea "mic" intr'o lumea atat de "mare"...te'ai nascut cu un scop in viata, cu riscul ca acesta sa nu se implineasca niciodata,te zbati sa duci o viata decenta...si chiar daca acum nu poti intelege "de ce??" va venii o zi cand vei pune totul cap la cap si vei constientiza ca asta'i viata...ca unii au prea mult noroc, iar tu...tu privesti,taci...si plangi!!!&lt;br /&gt;...cu fiecare lacrima varsata devii mult mai puternic...durerea te face sa lupti...demnitatea te face sa rabzi...cu toate acestea...gandeste ca nu esti singurul om ce sufera!stai in viata ta,viseaza, caci nu este un pacat, lasa'ti sufletul sa zboare, bucura'te de orice lucru marunt...lasa zambetul sa iti lumineze fata si nu te mai grabi sa mori!!&lt;br /&gt;...visul e tot ce mai conteaza,de mic copil visez sa am o stea...si stiu ca intr'o buna zi o sa ajung chiar eu o stea, si o sa stralucesc alaturi de cei ce m'au lasat in urma lor...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-5650957980088703652?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5650957980088703652/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/02/trebuie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/5650957980088703652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/5650957980088703652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2011/02/trebuie.html' title='trebuie...'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xeL9YN0GM/TWFMfCR0q_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6h3kHfLOFtE/s72-c/image_124998574359697500_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-2239499784165755225</id><published>2010-08-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:35:53.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta:)'/><title type='text'>just one sunrise...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/TGGqCb9aZpI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q4kYxHjbF-8/s1600/100718_055305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/TGGqCb9aZpI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q4kYxHjbF-8/s320/100718_055305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503867178465257106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...te trezesti cu noaptea in cap doar pentru a vedea "o imensa bila de foc cum iese din apa"...nu ar fi nimic aiurea daca nu ti'ai rupe gatul incercand sa iesi din cort, crezand ca a rasarit deja si ai pierdut "un asemenea show"...silentioasa si delicata ca o felina( :)) ),incercand sa ma strecor afara dintr'un cort "minuscul" fara a deranja cele 2 persoane care se mai aflau in el, intru in bucluc ... ce sa vezi...SURPRISE!!de piciorul drept s'a agatat o sfoara de vreo 15 cm (maxim)...culmea,cica aia tinea tot cortul "in picioare", plonjand direct pe cele 2 persoane pe care incercam sa le "protejez" catusi de putin...tampenia nu se termina aici...ca orice persoana  care este luata prin surprindere din somn...s'au speriat...si au impins "chestia" ce ii trezise cazand pe ei:))...intr'un final,ajunsa afara din cort,cu nasul in nisip,am facut o mica miscare din piciorul drept si intreg "palatul de cristal" s'a prabusit pe cei doi...partea buna e ca am iesit la timp din "palat":1. pt. a vedea rasaritul&lt;br /&gt;2. pt a nu se prabusii cortul si pe mine:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:scuze baieti:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-2239499784165755225?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2239499784165755225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-one-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/2239499784165755225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/2239499784165755225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-one-sunrise.html' title='just one sunrise...:)'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/TGGqCb9aZpI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q4kYxHjbF-8/s72-c/100718_055305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-3681855581479305338</id><published>2010-04-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:32:29.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e prea tarziu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S8tCGElERqI/AAAAAAAAADI/PgV2ibsB11U/s1600/lacrima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S8tCGElERqI/AAAAAAAAADI/PgV2ibsB11U/s320/lacrima2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461531645192717986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca fost prea tarziu...ca este prea tarziu sa iti cer iertare...daca as avea o a doua sansa...sa regasesc toate clipele trecute...!!tu spuneai mereu ca voi regreta si ca imi va ramane doar amintirile...aseara cand viata mi'a demonstrat cat de mult am gresit,am privit'o cu alti ochi...mi'au trecut prin fata toate clipele cand erai langa mine,cand ma priveai cu iubire si imi spuneai zambind ca am gresit...esti persoana care ma intelegea, ceea ce viata nu a putut sa faca,ea nu iarta...si nu vreau sa te pierd...nu vreau!!!parca ieri tipam,ne certam si aseara cand iti tineam mana strans in a mea mi'am dat seama ca inca mai am timp sa iti demonstrez ca indiferent de cum m'am purtat ai avut si inca ai un loc deosebit in inima si mintea mea...eram convinsa ca tu inca ma auzi, imi era frica ...credeam ca e ultima data cand te vad si ca lacrimile deja nu imi mai stergeau greseala...ii multumesc cerului ca...inca nu s'a sfarsit!!&lt;br /&gt;ai fost fiinta care mi'a fost alaturi in orice situatie,de cele mai multe ori te certai tu cu mama,doar ca eu sa nu fiu certata...oare chiar se va sfarsii??...indiferent de ce va fi...eu te iubesc si iti multumesc ca m'ai educat asa cum ai stiut tu mai bine si iti voi fi alaturi pana in ultima clipa a vietii tale...chiar daca sunt constienta ca acea zi este foarte aproape...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc "buni"!!!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-3681855581479305338?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3681855581479305338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-prea-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/3681855581479305338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/3681855581479305338'/><link rel='alternate' 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dintre ele&lt;br /&gt;3. tu m'ai invatzat sa ii spun omului verde in fata&lt;br /&gt;4. nimeni nu rade ca tine&lt;br /&gt;5. esti o sensibiloasa sub acoperire&lt;br /&gt;6. esti mai a naibii decat mine&lt;br /&gt;7. te'am crescut de cand erai mica si acum ma cresti u pe mine&lt;br /&gt;8. ma iubi si cand iti rup tigarile&lt;br /&gt;9. te iubi si cand te faci bruneta....&lt;br /&gt;10. esti sufletul petrecerii&lt;br /&gt;11. urasti vacile...dar(...)vara cu mine&lt;br /&gt;12. venim vineri acasa impreuna&lt;br /&gt;13. te ador pt k esti matusa lu' didelu'&lt;br /&gt;14. iti asumi cele mai tari riscuri si iti traiesti viata la maxim&lt;br /&gt;15.mi'e dor sa facem petrecerea in pijamale pe care o planuiam cand eram puradei...:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDINA: 1. esti prietena cu care vorbesc cu cea mai mare lejeritate....&lt;br /&gt;2. ce-ar fi viata mea fara tine?cu tine ma simt cel mai bine si rad cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;3. alaturi de tine am cele mai multe si amuzante amintiri&lt;br /&gt;4. doar noi puteam arunca puii de rata de pe pervaz &lt;br /&gt;5. ai cele mai sincere pareri si esti cea mai cu picioarele pe pamant&lt;br /&gt;6.  esti prietena mea de o viata care m-a sustinut si ma sustine mereu,chiar si atunci cand eu cautam pantera roz&lt;br /&gt;7. fiecare cearta(daia de prostanace) ne-a unit mai mult si ne-a dat motive mai multe de ras &lt;br /&gt;8. plina de viata si iubita de toata lumea &lt;br /&gt;9. nu pot sa nu te iubesc,esti matusica mea preferata &lt;br /&gt;10. intotdeauna m-ai scos din probleme (alaturi de tine nu pot sta trista niciodata ,nici la vreo imormantare)&lt;br /&gt;11. ai tai au fost si sunt ca o a doua fam pt mine &lt;br /&gt;12. ...nu se poate scrie pe acest blog...STRICT CONFIDENTIAL:))&lt;br /&gt;13. mama gabitza ne-a ascultat mereu si o iub si pe ea cum te iub pe tine &lt;br /&gt;14. doar u m-ai acceptat imbracata in tarzan,dar u ai fost tarzanica mea&lt;br /&gt;15. nu mi-ar ajunge nici foile nici zilele sa iti scriu cat de dulcica si cate amintiri am avut,pt ca alturi de tine timpul sta in loc si e minunat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raspunsul meu pt voi il stiti...iar partea a II-a va fi publicata pe alt blog(misona)...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-2582585468995513112?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2582585468995513112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/2582585468995513112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-4048808668329044328</id><published>2010-01-23T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:32:46.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pai ce??nu poti spune cuiva in fata ce te deranjeaza??...asta e lasitate!!te ascunzi in spatele unei masti de plastic...jalnic!jignesti...urli...te exteriorizezi doar ca sa iti ceri scuze mai tarziu?? cine'i tarfa??noi??sau tu??ar trebui sa iti pui intrebarea asta mai des...uitate in trecut sa vezi ce ai facut si daca o sa consideri k ai avut unul perfect, atunci comenteaza!!...habar nu ai ce inseamna cuvantul "prietenie"...nu ai cum...sau poate ca tu consideri ca definitia perfecta a "prieteniei" e &lt;chestia aia care dureaza vreo 2-3 saptamani...dupa care..."ale dracu tarfe"&gt;...pacat de unele persoane...oarbe cred...:-j ai nevoie de noi??cele mai bune prietene...te deranjam...cele mai mari curve...ma rog!!esti un caz pierdut!!! pt mine si pt multi altii...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-4048808668329044328?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4048808668329044328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2010/01/pai-cenu-poti-spune-cuiva-in-fata-ce-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/4048808668329044328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/4048808668329044328'/><link 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pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SrPUKcRk1WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ieSX8l9ULLc/s320/nunta_pe_plaja_9516836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879255491564898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" ...-si??doar asta am facut pana la urma noi!!!noi???&lt;br /&gt;-da!!...tu si eu...noi!!!&lt;br /&gt;-parca totul se racise intre "noi", parca spuneai candva ca nici macar o alta intalnire la mare nu ar mai rezolva nimic!&lt;br /&gt;-stiu, dar...vezi tu??s'a schimbat!!&lt;br /&gt;- cine??sau ce??&lt;br /&gt;- tu...si eu...noi!!!&lt;br /&gt;-eu nu m'am schimbat...poate ca nici tu...e o iluzie...si stiu ca daca ma ridic de pe nisip o sa dispari din nou odata cu valurile marii...mi'e frica...&lt;br /&gt;- de cine??sau...de ce??&lt;br /&gt;- de tine...de mine...de noi!!&lt;br /&gt;- sti??cateodata ma gandesc...&lt;br /&gt;- si eu...tot la asta...&lt;br /&gt;- la..viata noastra&lt;br /&gt;- la..viata mea...precum valurile marii, vezi cum se izbesc in stanci???&lt;br /&gt;-da!&lt;br /&gt;- asa am fost si eu knd mi'am dat seama k am ramas singur...singur pe un nisip fierbinte, stralucitor, poate si de la micile cioburi ce reflecta razele solare, langa o mare adanca si atat de albastra...incat imi aminteam intotdeauna de ochii tai...si ma loveam de o singura intrebare: DE CE AI PLECAT??&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- nu imi raspunde!!stiu ca nu poti!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Iarta'ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;- tu poti sa ierti spuma marii k dispare??poti sa ierti mangaierea brizei k fuge ??daca da...atunci nici nu trebuie sa imi ceri asta...&lt;br /&gt;- am gresit...&lt;br /&gt;- doar atat poti sa spui??&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- te iubesc!!!&lt;br /&gt;- dar nu ma poti ierta...&lt;br /&gt;- spui "nu pot" fara sa incerci??&lt;br /&gt;- dar...eu pot&lt;br /&gt;- atunci si eu pot...sau cel puti o sa incerc&lt;br /&gt;- mai am o singura intrebare!!&lt;br /&gt;- ascult&lt;br /&gt;- oare??...oare tu sti...??&lt;br /&gt;- c?&lt;br /&gt;- cum doare knd stiu ca din vina mea am pierdut tot ce am vrut de la viata...tot ce am avut mai scump!!si...pt ce??pt un nimic...iarta'ma!!&lt;br /&gt;rasare soarele, dimineata ii cuprinde imbratisati pe plaja, knd o privea adanc in ochi isi dadea seama ce inseamna pentru ea...din discutia banala purtata cu o seara inainte deja simtea caldura din priviri, deja simtea iubirea dar si dorinta de a fugi, de a fugi in lume fara ca macar sa se gandeasca la ce lasa in urma...ea..."fata de bani gata", doar batand din palme avand orice isi doreste la picioare, iar el, hmmm...el, "baiat sarac", dar cu mult bun simt, care incearca sa se afirme prin pictura, care nu lasa in urma decat o mama care era fericita pentru orice "nimic", iar ea, ea renunta la stralucirea ei, la eleganta, la bani, dar si la dragostea parintilor ei...si toate astea...in schimbul unicului sentiment ce iti aduce frumusete, fericire si incredere, in schimbul iubirii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                              to be continued ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-1085014442156499165?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1085014442156499165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/1085014442156499165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/1085014442156499165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SrPUKcRk1WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ieSX8l9ULLc/s72-c/nunta_pe_plaja_9516836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-6024775851973454941</id><published>2009-08-24T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:40:12.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TreCutUL:...povestea unei strengarite ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SpLsEwoCd8I/AAAAAAAAACI/C4U9Y8QYkCY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SpLsEwoCd8I/AAAAAAAAACI/C4U9Y8QYkCY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373616871922890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;intr'o seara, o fetita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cu varsta de gradinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;se ruga de bunicuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ca inainte de culcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nu ar fi cu suparare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o poveste sa'i rosteasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chiar sa i'o povesteasca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;poate fi adevarata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cu o fata rasfatata&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;c'o fetita cam strengara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;si rea din cale afara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'geaba strigi, o infrunti, o certi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tot ce stie face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ba mai mult, raspunde tare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai rastit si printre dinti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;are si o surioara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la fel de strengara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cand se vad si se intalnesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;se imping si se imbrancesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;se cearta ba chiar se bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dupa ce au terminat,&lt;br /&gt; se impaca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;           se iubesc,&lt;br /&gt; se imbratiseaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;insa asta nu dureaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;           doar putin k se inoreaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;si incepe un scandal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;de iti vine s'o iei p deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[ube sor :X:*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4275488676680893673-6024775851973454941?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6024775851973454941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/trecutulpovestea-unei-strengarite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6024775851973454941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6024775851973454941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/trecutulpovestea-unei-strengarite.html' title='TreCutUL:...povestea unei strengarite ;)'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SpLsEwoCd8I/AAAAAAAAACI/C4U9Y8QYkCY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-1955596589488016533</id><published>2009-08-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:42:29.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SoRedwubIZI/AAAAAAAAACA/0KT3m5qEDis/s1600-h/102_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SoRedwubIZI/AAAAAAAAACA/0KT3m5qEDis/s320/102_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520521121309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...ink o zi trecuta...ink odata un soare...apus, iar apar stele...concluzia??"toate trec"...dar nu e chiar asa...cand 'noi' credeam k toate au trecut, ne'am dovedit k nu e asa, k prietenia noastra e puternik si nimic nu o poate stinge, ca din cateva amintiri am ajuns sa consideram ca impreuna ne'am dat un inceput vieti...ca in diminetile in care una dintre noi era suparata celelalte sareau in ajutor si zambetul aparea instantaneu pe buze...fericirea isi facea loc cu usurinta printre suvitele de par, chiar si printre cele ale "misonei" care erau si care ink sunt destul de rebele...si park mai mare e bucuria pe fetele noastre cand depanam amintiri...cand fiecare isi aduce aminte de cate o peripetie a celeilalte, chiar daca ea vrea sa ramana in cufarul amintirilor...noi tot o scoatem, a aducem din nou la lumina...si radem din nou si park, cu mai multa pofta...mai cu: "gura pana la urechi"!!!km asa a fost tota viata "noastra", plina de zambete, de rasete...si, ne'am ales cu ceva..cu amintiri!!...dar, nu e timpul trecut, iar noi...noi incercam sa redeschidem casuta cu povesti de odinioara...cufarul cu amintiri ce acum 2 - 3 ani l'am inchis, dar d c l'am inchis??oare pt k fiecare a luat'o p drumul ei...??sau pt k fiecare a incercat sa isi urmeze telul??sau doar din prostie crezand k acum suntem mature...gandim altfel...ne hotarasem sa facem parte din inalta societate, si knd am ajuns acolo fiecare ne'am dat seama k nu e de noi, k nu mai putem zambi la fel...k nu mai avem "viata noastra"..incercand sa ne retragem..ne'am dat seama k ne e imposibil...pt k asta e cursul vietii, k fiecare sa zboare cat mai inalt...insa noi 3, vara asta am putut face ceva...ceva ce va ramane pentru totdeauna asa...am reusit sa zburam impreuna, sa luam dupa noi amintirile tinute la loc de cinste...in cutiuta lor de aur ce acum este deschisa des...si de acum am putea  charlie's angels...varianta romaneasca...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:Xfor best friends...[misona&amp;amp;bet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='noi...'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SoRedwubIZI/AAAAAAAAACA/0KT3m5qEDis/s72-c/102_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-6360626222813547191</id><published>2009-08-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:56:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Snb6SZ3sy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bi5N2t7Dr_M/s1600-h/tren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Snb6SZ3sy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bi5N2t7Dr_M/s320/tren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365751200147622738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..a ajuns in gara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o gara pe care nu o mai vazuse niciodata dar odata ajunsa acolo era decat o fetita, dar noaptea a transformat'o in femeie!!!...trecand p langa ea un batran o intreaba: "spune'mi fetito cine ti'a frant inima??...pentru ca te'am vazut plangand fara sa stiu ce este in sufletul tau, atata ura, furie...atata indoiala"...iar acum ii spun eu, de la fetita la femeie, ce inseamna sa cresti...ii spun ca atata ura, furie si indoiala poate sa le dea p 5 lei pe care atat d mult ii dorea ...iar tu...cel c citesti acum...aduti aminte pe cine iubesti, aduti aminte managaierile lui sau ale ei, ce viata buna visezi sa iti faci...pentru ca vezi doar viata...si treci cu vederea o lovitura primita d o femeie, dar nu e drum de intors la atata...ura, furie si indoiala...si totusi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      "fetita devenita femeie vroia acelasi lucru: sa se aseze fata in fata inca o data cu toate ca ar fi ca si cand ar fi la o distanta de cateva mile dar se gandea ca: ...totusi ar putea vorbi ultima data pentru a scapa de atata ura, furie...indoiala...sa inchida visele intr'o cutie, sa ii redea copilaria, sa inchida ochii, sa il sarute pentru ultima data si....sa se urce in tren in timp ce cantecul lor isi canta ultima nota..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     ...copilul din tine, oricine esti tu...este acolo asteptand sa ajunga in sfarsit in alta gara unde sa coboare si poate sa nu mai plece niciodata...chiar daca e e la milioane de mile departare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-6360626222813547191?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6360626222813547191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6360626222813547191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/6360626222813547191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Snb6SZ3sy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bi5N2t7Dr_M/s72-c/tren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-2439259959630266561</id><published>2009-06-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:06:36.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...o zi ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;08:00 - trezirea!!!!"wake up girl!!" (:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;08:10 - dintzi stralucitori :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;08:30 - kfelutza intr'o ceasca, tzigarik'n mana dreapta ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;09:00 - e'mail verifikt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;09:20 - imbrakrea ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;09:40 - cu telefonu'n mana...fetele sunt anuntzate...programul e facut :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - am plecat!!&lt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 - ink o kfea nu strik...si mai vb shi noi...k fetele:-$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:40 - "hai la una dintre noi!!!"...barfa e la moda =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:30 - si fetele mai manank...pranz 8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:00 - shopping :-s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:45 - ne asteapta baietzii :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18:40 - pregatiri: imbracat, aranjat...bla bla bla...iesim in orash :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20:30 - se strange loomea #:-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22:10 - plecareaaaaaa =D&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22:30 - si incepe noaptea...\m/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:30 - aksa...imi apare in ochi doar patul :-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;03:50 - dush #-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;04:10 - NOAPTE BUNA!!!! I-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;FIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-2439259959630266561?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2439259959630266561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-zi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/2439259959630266561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/2439259959630266561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-zi.html' title='...o zi ;)'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-624409969637520657</id><published>2009-06-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:58:21.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am invatzat ce e iubirea!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Sj5U5eE0XVI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bc2gnKOt7VA/s1600-h/IMG060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Sj5U5eE0XVI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bc2gnKOt7VA/s400/IMG060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349806753665277266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;am invatzat ce e iubirea?? ..da ...!!odata si odata tot venea momentul asta...odata si odata tot aveam sa sufar pt cineva tocmai pt a'mi da seama c e iubirea...si mi'am dat!!din cauza "ta"...toata vara o sa imi ascult inima ce vorbeste in pieptul meu...saraca!!...hmmm!!pana si ea e nedumerita!dar s'a intamplat...s'a intamplat k intr'o zi sa il cunosc...sa vb...sa evoluam impreuna...sa fiu a lui...sa fie numai al meu...ce simtzisem cu el...nu mai simtzisem niciodata...eram doar noi...dar furtuna vine...si se dezlantzuie...el a plecat...si furtuna s'a oprit...insa o data cu ea...s'a oprit tot...timpul...bataile inimii...insa altele s'au aprins...noptile albe knd "inundam " dormitorul...amintirile...gandurile...vorbele lui ce acum rasunau in mintea mea: "fara tine ma simt gol!!in bratzele tale ma gandesc numai la viitor...esti ciudata, m'ai facut sa te iubesc, nu te'as lasa nici sa dormi..nu o sa mai scapi de mine niciodata chiar daca pe parintii tai ii deranjeaza prezenta mea in viata ta...". iar eu??eu te credeam...si totusi??si totusi nu imi pare rau k a fost asa...din 2 vb s'a infiripat...in 2 ani a continuat...si in 2 zile s'a terminat :(...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...si totusi...asa am invatzat ce e iubirea...am invatzat sa exprim ceea ce simt...el m'a invatzat multe...mi'a spus intr'o zi k : "nu ai cum sa cazi knd ti pe cineva d mana!!"...si totusi...amandoi odata ne'am desprins mainile si asa cum eu am cazut...presupun ca si el la fel...caci niciunul dintre noi nu arata ... dar...las trecutul in urma:)...zambesc si privesc inainte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...am o viatza inainte, o noua zi...o noua sansa la o viatza plina de culori!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-624409969637520657?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/624409969637520657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-invatzat-ce-e-iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/624409969637520657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/624409969637520657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-invatzat-ce-e-iubirea.html' title='am invatzat ce e iubirea!!'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/Sj5U5eE0XVI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bc2gnKOt7VA/s72-c/IMG060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275488676680893673.post-3554764698508709989</id><published>2009-06-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:18:14.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monotonie :('/><title type='text'>prima zi??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SjJ8YdwyCkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o624KECuuOs/s1600-h/Imagini-Artistice-Super-Dimineata-in-Olanda-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SjJ8YdwyCkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o624KECuuOs/s400/Imagini-Artistice-Super-Dimineata-in-Olanda-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472467390138946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prima zi??...fiecare zi e prima!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; fiecare zi ne trezim cu alte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ganduri&lt;/span&gt;, p care, de cele mai multe ori &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incercam&lt;/span&gt; sa le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alungam&lt;/span&gt;...d multe ori m'am surprins vorbind singura: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oare azi c mai fac??&lt;/span&gt;" ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; tot singura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; dau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;raspunsul&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;resemnez&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aceeasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;viatza&lt;/span&gt;...la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aceleasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;idealuri&lt;/span&gt;...doar ziua e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;noua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; rest totul e la fel...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;viatza&lt;/span&gt; mea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; simt ca un pom ...singura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;stapana&lt;/span&gt; pe mine... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hotarata&lt;/span&gt;, fiind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;capabila&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; asum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;raspunderea&lt;/span&gt; pentru orice...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;stiind&lt;/span&gt; k orice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;inceput&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sfarsit&lt;/span&gt;...pentru prima zi exista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; ultima...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;insa&lt;/span&gt; pentru ultima nu mai exista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;urmatoarea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; de cele mai multe ori &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gandesc&lt;/span&gt; ca ar fi bine sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;traiesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;viatza&lt;/span&gt; k fiind PRIMA ZI, k fiind un nou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;inceput&lt;/span&gt;,o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;noua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sperantza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; cu trecerea timpului vad cum razele de soare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;acopera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; mie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;putinul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;pamant&lt;/span&gt; pe care stau...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;mangaie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;putinele&lt;/span&gt; fire de iarba ce la ating cu picioarele...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;rasfatza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;suvitzele&lt;/span&gt; de par ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;vantul&lt;/span&gt; mi le poarta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; spate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;lumineaza&lt;/span&gt; zilele ...dar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oare de ce??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;gandesc&lt;/span&gt; la trecut??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;knd&lt;/span&gt; tot ce ar trebui sa fac e sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;traiesc&lt;/span&gt; clipa...sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; beau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;kfeau&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;dimineatza&lt;/span&gt;, sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;aprind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;tzigara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;astept&lt;/span&gt;...sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;astept&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;pana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;knd&lt;/span&gt; o sa primesc un impuls sa ies din starea de zi cu zi...:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4275488676680893673-3554764698508709989?l=roniaalexandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3554764698508709989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/prima-zi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/3554764698508709989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4275488676680893673/posts/default/3554764698508709989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniaalexandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/prima-zi.html' title='prima zi??'/><author><name>RoNniA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111715499723405183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/S1q8ck1pDbI/AAAAAAAAACY/v3hsoRUZLr8/S220/100112_201654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp7_FnHKMF4/SjJ8YdwyCkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o624KECuuOs/s72-c/Imagini-Artistice-Super-Dimineata-in-Olanda-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
