tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81549525590402468272024-03-13T07:59:33.573+02:00IsabelleAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.comBlogger458125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-65323465756750105712012-05-12T19:39:00.000+03:002012-05-12T19:39:48.916+03:00Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-52539837179428115072012-05-12T19:36:00.000+03:002012-05-12T19:36:29.876+03:00http://youtu.be/m5ti4OERTiwAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-77838027614036635552012-05-12T19:32:00.000+03:002012-05-12T19:32:07.147+03:00... just give me one reasonAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-1920607257608601812012-05-12T19:29:00.000+03:002012-05-12T19:29:33.055+03:00http://youtu.be/PAYmRpOWUJ8Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-51418479602993869032011-12-13T02:38:00.008+02:002012-05-12T19:29:24.052+03:00"Respir, doctore.. respir."<a href="http://youtu.be/PAYmRpOWUJ8">http://youtu.be/PAYmRpOWUJ8</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">e adesso andate via<br />
voglio restare solo<br />
con la malinconia<br />
volare nel suo cielo<br />
non chiesi mai chi eri<br />
perchè segliesti me<br />
me che fino a ieri<br />
credevo fossi un re<br />
Perdere l'amore<br />
quando si fa sera<br />
quando tra i capelli<br />
un po' di argento li colora<br />
rischi di impazzire<br />
può scoppiarti il cuore<br />
perdere una donna<br />
e avere voglia di morire<br />
Lasciami gridare<br />
rinnegare il cielo<br />
prendere a sassatetutti i sogni<br />
ancora in volo<br />
Li farò cadere ad uno ad uno<br />
spezzerò le ali del destino<br />
e ti avrò vicino<br />
Comunque ti capisco<br />
e ammetto che sbagliavo<br />
facevo le tue scelte<br />
chissà che pretendevo<br />
e adesso che rimane<br />
di tutto il tempo insieme<br />
un uomo troppo solo<br />
che ancora ti vuole bene<br />
Perdere l'amore<br />
quando si fa sera<br />
quando sopra il viso<br />
c'è una ruga che non c'era<br />
provi a ragionare<br />
fai l'indifferente<br />
fino a che ti accorgi<br />
che non sei servito a niente<br />
E vorresti urlare<br />
soffocare il cielo<br />
sbattere la testa mille volte<br />
contro il muro<br />
respirare forte il suo cuscino Dire è tutta colpa<br />
del destino<br />
se non ti ho vicino<br />
Perdere l'amore<br />
maledetta sera<br />
che raccoglie i cocci<br />
di una vita immaginaria<br />
pensi che domani<br />
è un nuovo giorno<br />
ma ripeti non me l'aspettavo<br />
non me l'aspettavo<br />
Prendere a sassate<br />
tutti i sogni ancora in volo<br />
Li farò cadere ad uno ad uno<br />
spezzerò le ali del destino<br />
e ti avrò vicino<br />
Perdere L'amore </span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-8291421253168079372011-12-09T02:44:00.011+02:002012-05-12T19:30:52.407+03:00Oameni de zapada<div style="text-align: justify;">Am primit de la un prieten o rugaminte. Si rugamintea lui mi-a amintit ca in urma cu multi ani, in luna lui mai, Lae a murit pe loc intr-un accident de masina. Eram in camin cand a venit Politia si am auzit ca prin vis ceva ce nu am reusit sa imi amintesc vreodata. Am alergat din camera, prietenul lui a incercat sa ma opreasca...dar n-a reusit, si l-am gasit pe Lae mort, facut bucati pe asflat. Nu stiu nimic despre viata si in fiecare zi invat de la oamenii pe care ii intalnesc. Nu ti-am spus niciodata <a href="http://aventuracondeiului.blogspot.com/">Dana</a>, durerea pe care am simtit-o atunci, durerea de a simti moartea si altfel, mi-a dus spiritul intr-un taram atat de incercat ca deseori credeam ca nu mai exist. Si poate ca ma rugam eu insami sa mor, ca sa-mi curme suferinta insuportabila, refuzand viata care imi fusese data. Nu puteam sa vorbesc cu nimeni, nimic, niciodata, nicicand, am fost mult timp incapabila sa pot sa imi exprim cuiva suferinta. Stateam in genunchi langa locul in care s-a intamplat accidentul fara sa mananc , fara sa dorm, fara sa pot pleca de acolo uneori zile si nopti fara intrerupere, am trait o trauma pe care mi-am dus-o pana in strafundurile fiintei mele de una singura, am stat cu suferinta eu si ea la capatul lumii.<br />
Soferul care a condus masina consumase foarte putin alcool. Mergea cu 80 km la ora intr-o dimineata pe piatra cubica, umeda. Inainte de curba a redus viteza la 70. N-a mai putut redresa masina si a intrat in stalpul unei porti la capatul splaiului. Acum acolo s-a construit o casa si sensul a devenit unic. Piatra cubica a disparut. Si eu lucrez cu suferinta umana. Nu stiu nimic despre viata, nu stiu nimic despre dragoste. Despre iubire, despre Dumnezeu se vorbeste cel mai putin. Pentru ca acolo unde sunt trairi mari, ele devin stele si stelele nu au niciodata nevoie de cuvinte.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nu va mai enervati cand intalniti un sofer care respecta regulile de circulatie, nu mai claxonati cand refuza un sofer sa treaca intersectia daca semaforul e rosu, sau cand vreti voi sa taie linia tramvaiului si el nu o face, nu va mai suparati cand cineva opreste la trecerea de pietoni si incercati sa aveti rabdare sa depasiti cand aveti voie. Nu va urcati la vola<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">n daca sunteti obosit, daca ati consumat alcool, sau daca stiti ca nu sunteti in stare sa respectati o limitare de viteza. Pentru ca este posibil sa omorati un om. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2mf8DtWWd8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2mf8DtWWd8</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-12427323824220327372011-12-04T01:44:00.005+02:002012-05-12T19:31:01.348+03:00<a href="http://youtu.be/VAEtw2xvU9o">http://youtu.be/VAEtw2xvU9o</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-75731571782076959452011-11-28T03:08:00.009+02:002012-05-12T19:31:13.399+03:00Astazi mi se face maine<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #3e3d3d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine viata mea se lumineaza,<br />
Cu tine hotarasc a obosi,<br />
Cu tine urc astenic spre amiaza<br />
Si ma sfarsesc in fiecare zi.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine e-mpacare si e lupta,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine este tot si e nimic,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine-mi infloreste lancea rupta,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine sunt si mare, sunt si mic.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine totu-i parca unt pe paine,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine bradu-i brad, si nu sicriu,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine astazi mi se face maine.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine mor pentru a fi mai viu.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine poezia mea exista,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine chem zapezi si-alung zapezi,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine nici tristetea nu e trista,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine eu te vad cand nu ma vezi.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine sunt nedrept si sunt dreptate,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine sunt gelos si sunt ghetar,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine-ncep si se termina toate,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine intr-un schit apar - dispar.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine e lumina si-ntuneric,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine zac sa ma-nsanatosesc,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine cubul redevine sferic,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine ce-i dracesc e ingeresc.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine e mai rau si e mai bine,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine reincepe viata mea,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cu tine e mai greu ca fara tine,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dar fara tine nu s-ar mai putea.</span></span></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #3e3d3d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">( Adrian Paunescu )</span></span></i></div></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-57705915503980831732011-11-28T02:45:00.023+02:002012-05-12T19:31:35.822+03:00Vis de iarna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYlOfrpRBiS_ZDD7QDvxDnWAUcbeumjRfTQxQFMus_fmoEQcF8oQ-Pu22ePpf_V9Tmj2-6RVRcJVQ70ZZVXZYPDw6bf6B7lNj1M2-pJq7MHZlCzGywNVWBg9fbzrftYI6fataHyUw7CNl/s1600/Vis+de+iarna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYlOfrpRBiS_ZDD7QDvxDnWAUcbeumjRfTQxQFMus_fmoEQcF8oQ-Pu22ePpf_V9Tmj2-6RVRcJVQ70ZZVXZYPDw6bf6B7lNj1M2-pJq7MHZlCzGywNVWBg9fbzrftYI6fataHyUw7CNl/s200/Vis+de+iarna.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-90287700581833508992011-11-25T10:49:00.007+02:002012-05-12T19:31:45.610+03:00Mainilor tale<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YVZYychHL8E" width="420"></iframe></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"In dim light,</span></span><br />
form is sacrificed for light.<br />
In bright light,<br />
Light is sacrificed for form.."Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-58966178356875544212011-11-19T22:55:00.005+02:002012-05-12T19:32:43.510+03:00Suflet<div style="text-align: justify;">E aici iarna, dupa stele, o simt in aerul noptii cum imi cuprinde mainile si umerii. Mi-e dor de mare si de timpul acela atat de albastru. Imi amintesc o iarna la Cluj cand am iesit afara si era atat de frig, aerul era atat de pur, incat ma simteam sub un clopot de sticla. Am avut mereu disponibilitatea de a veni in contact cu suferinta umana. Dar nu am inteles niciodata cata smerenie e in iubire. Pana cand l-am intalnit pe parintele Galeriu. Mi-e dor de seninul fara anotimp. De-am putea sa ne deschidem aripile catre cer cu adevarat, ne-am aminti cum sa zburam...</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-85631382563049894742011-11-19T03:11:00.009+02:002012-05-12T19:32:50.718+03:00Loving<div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-style: normal;"><a href="http://youtu.be/r_SxE83c8Wk">http://youtu.be/r_SxE83c8Wk</a></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>To be in love, however briefly</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Is to be truly, wonderfully alive.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Never to have loved<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Is to leave the map of your soul<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />uncharted, unexplored.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>But be aware, before embarking on your<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />heart's voyage of discovery,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />That there will be stormy seas,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />and troubled waters<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />before you reach the island paradise<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />of your dreams.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You cannot know the ecstacies of loving<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Without having suffered its agonies.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And only when you have waited, cold and lonely,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />through the hours of night<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Will you truly savour the morning sun,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Feeling its warmth caress your body,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And before you can fly like an eagle<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />High and free in the endless blue sky<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You must know what it is<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />To be helpless, hopeless, lost and grounded.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>But oh! be not afraid of love<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Be ready, be always ready<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And when the spirit of true love comes to you<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Embrace him, embrace him unashamedly.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Let him possess you, body and soul<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And he will take you to places<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You have never even imagined<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And you will feel,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />In every fibre of your being,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />As you have never, ever felt before.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Allow yourself to be happy<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And acknowledge that you are.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Cherish each and every moment,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />For they will never come again.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Time rushes by for lovers,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And the simple gesture of today<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Is the treasured memory of tomorrow.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Give and receive freely,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Remember you are blessed to be loved<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />But doubly blessed when you love in return.</i></span></span></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-62605650594466581042011-11-19T02:29:00.009+02:002012-05-12T19:33:21.978+03:00Gandurilor tale<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Am fost la Egoistul sambata si am trait sublimul in Amfiteatru cu "arta de a trai cultura". Dupa un spectacol de-o profunzime rascolitoare am ratacit mult timp pe strazile Bucurestiului gandindu-ma la vocea lui Radu Beligan. Arta mereu ma va atinge in cel mai special loc din sufletul meu.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Aseara la opera am stat la limitele lumii reale. Si dincolo de intuneric, culpa tragica sau vina, am simtit inca o data fragilitatea umana. Am privit cand am iesit pe furis iarna si desi totul miroase a zapada, eu ma gandesc la tine, primavara...</span></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-42814490127910213152011-11-10T14:58:00.005+02:002012-05-12T19:33:32.223+03:00Have you ever felt this way?<a href="http://youtu.be/m483daHUh8U">http://youtu.be/m483daHUh8U</a><br />
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</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-62490803151835729392011-11-04T16:22:00.003+02:002012-05-12T19:33:45.878+03:00Noiembrie<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Intotdeauna mi-a placut Golescu. Si mirosul strazii lui. O zi de toamna atat de calda ca pana si pe mine m-a facut sa rad. Privesc inca cerul si nu ma misc de langa cana de ceai. Mi se pare ca e mai tacut ca mine astazi. Si mult mai departe de iarna care ne bate la usa. Doar frunzele cad lin peste mainile mele si recita Nichita.</span></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-64412099710666291312011-10-29T02:00:00.020+03:002012-05-12T19:35:37.033+03:00Iti iubesc<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGZHo0gVXvE_KSrDM2Sj8Yj_7FSsJ9lfZddah0iwQR-CUA8EKGiDqJpuxRzNdT0nAT6-r9K4UTKvBHOLEnrXbghpYnmbWFwZqZdsOkR-EvWMnwL-sowDxwT9D1XVt2EUPz6KT0ELVE5rX/s1600/Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGZHo0gVXvE_KSrDM2Sj8Yj_7FSsJ9lfZddah0iwQR-CUA8EKGiDqJpuxRzNdT0nAT6-r9K4UTKvBHOLEnrXbghpYnmbWFwZqZdsOkR-EvWMnwL-sowDxwT9D1XVt2EUPz6KT0ELVE5rX/s200/Night.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>induiosarea...<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">cu care vrei atat de mult</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">sa ma </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">acoperi.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Pune-mi Tracy Chapman</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">si mangaie-ma</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">in somn</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">cu inima ta...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">iar vine iarna si ti s-au mutat</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">toti norii</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">in gene.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-64090551240036012482011-10-22T03:27:00.009+03:002012-05-12T19:38:02.527+03:00the way I am<div style="text-align: justify;">Un sfarsit de octombrie calm, elegant si docil ca o pisica supla scandinava de padure imi toarce inima si mi-o invarte la ferestre printre draperii. Priveste, ai urme de cerneala pe degete. De-ai stii cum mangaie cuvintele tale, ti-ai scrie sufletul pe lacrimile lumii. Ne putem plimba sub ochii lui mari si ovali, oblici, putem dintr-un salt sa fim jos in frunzele tot mai colorate. Iar noi doi tacand, mai aproape, tot mai aproape sa ne rostogolim cu ele prin cerneala ta albastra. Suntem incercuiti de tot mai multe frunze care miros a dor. De geamatul copacilor abatuti am uitat sa-ti scriu. Iar tu..cu litere ma legi de vise si nu ai habar ce sa ma intrebi pentru ca ti-am raspuns deja nerostirilor. Vino sa aprinzi lumina in camera ta ca-ti plang ferestrele si nu mi-ai lasat cheia. Homarule ce esti ... Si daca nu strig nu inseamna ca nu simt, cum daca nu stiu nu inseamna ca nu cred. Vreau o bucata de stea din melodia asta.<br />
<a href="http://youtu.be/Oextk-If8HQ">http://youtu.be/Oextk-If8HQ</a></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-83785908463859343732011-10-17T00:30:00.041+03:002012-05-12T19:38:35.947+03:00Vanilie, pere caramelizate, banane si stejar afumat<div style="text-align: justify;">In ultimul tren intre inima mea si mainile mele nu mai incape decat o respiratie. O vrei? Cuvintele mele s-au mutat pe Marte, se deplaseaza pe uriasele dune. Cand se apropie de pamant, te anunt, ma poti ajuta sa le prindem in taramul sfant...la nisipurile cantatoare, magice si ireale simfonii ale desertului. Pana atunci, prinde-ma de tot cu aripile in ochii tai, sa pot sa mai traiesc. Miros a rodii de pe talpile tale. Si a tulpini de trestie, din care mi-ai dat toata noaptea sa beau partea ingerilor. Lucky to have been where I have been. M-a innebunit melodia asta toata ziua...<br />
<a href="http://youtu.be/acvIVA9-FMQ">http://youtu.be/acvIVA9-FMQ</a></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-8363204953198126512011-10-02T17:25:00.131+03:002012-05-12T19:38:54.857+03:00"Dor imi e de genunchiul apei care imi apasa pieptul.."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stau pe parchet si nu stiu unde sa privesc mai intai in toamna asta. La copacii pe care ii iubesc atat sau la cerul care imi arata cel mai bine cine sunt. Uneori vine timpul sa-ti iei dintr-o casa veche trecutul. Oamenii mor si casele se muta in povesti. Stau pe jos si ascult un poem simfonic al unui compozitor maghiar. Deschid cutii si randuri nesfarsite parca ies din plicuri si litere de mana curg pe pereti. Asta imi aminteste de raul lui Charles Sandison pe care l-am parcurs in vara asta la Paris, la musee du quai Branly, sprijinita de pereti imbracati cu piele si urcand spre platoul colectiei, dizolvandu-ma. Ma desprind din camera si plutesc iar la Branly printre indieni in acoperisul unei paduri amazoniene. Ascult ploaia din Amazonia ca pe o ambianta suprareala si ma amestec cu apa ei alba, limpede sau neagra. Luxurianta infaptuire, padurea pluviala ma copleseste ca o ingramadire fascinanta de viata. Sunt inconjurata de cutii pline de scrisori. Atat de mult mi s-a scris? Jurnalele mele sunt din alt secol. Atat de mult am scris? Surad imaginilor colorate si cuvintelor care mi se infatiseaza ca un limbaj foarte personal al substantei iubirii. E un ceva ce transfigureaza si traverseaza realitatea unei intimitati absolute. Ma trezesc dansand. Sensul marturisirii mele, a fost si ramane opus materialitatii, ca o invocare a intelegerii instantanee. Ma impiedic de pantofii de balet dintr-o cutie ca de propria-mi libertate gravitationala, ma gandesc la Liiceanu si ma intorc iar la Isadora si Esenin...mi-e dor, mi-e dor sa plang.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"...</div>si de riduri mi-este sete<br />
sa sorb roua diminetii<br />
din ulcioarele ciobite.<br />
de cuvinte dor ma prinde."<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/6vOqblQ5NsU">http://youtu.be/6vOqblQ5NsU</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-5193296844855129862011-09-28T00:55:00.007+03:002012-05-12T19:39:02.243+03:00Ana lui Manole<h3 class="h" style="color: black; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-decoration: none; text-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 1px 1px 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>"</i></span></span></span></h3><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ma simt vinovat pentru ploaia<br />
ce urmele noastre le spala,<br />
as crede ca totul ramane<br />
o biata si trista gresala.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Dar ierbii cand ploua-i e bine<br />
si vitele-n somn se ridica<br />
mugind sa intampine ploaia,<br />
crezand ca e inca prea mica.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Din somnul cetos te chemasem<br />
sa-mi vii sa-mi ajuti la zidire,<br />
si ploaia aceasta te-ncearca<br />
si porti o jacheta subtire.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Desigur, e seceta mare<br />
intregul pamant e o rana,<br />
si cad in genunchi catre tine,<br />
intoarce-te, -ntoarce-te, Ana.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ma simt vinovat pentru ploaie,<br />
ma simt vinovat pentru tine,<br />
mai grabnic vreau moartea prin foame,<br />
decat pe femeia ce vine.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ce cauti prin ploaie, nebuno,<br />
vrei pantecul sa se deschida,<br />
tu nu vezi ca ploua amarnic,<br />
tu nu vezi ca esti o gravida?</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Noi te vom inchide in ziduri,<br />
noi te vom supune-n perete,<br />
mai bine intoarce-te-acasa,<br />
oricum pot veni alte fete.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Pe mine eu nu am curajul<br />
de a ma inchide in zidire,<br />
pe tine te rog fugi de-aicea,<br />
ca ai o jacheta subtire.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Te rog du-te-acasa, femeie,<br />
si-mbraca-te mai de isprava,<br />
si maica-ta poate o sa iti spuna:<br />
ramai, ca esti foarte bolnava.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Eu nu te cunosc, esti o alta<br />
si nu stiu ce-i farsa aceasta,<br />
dar domnilor, stati cumsecade,<br />
ea nu-mi este mie nevasta.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>E una ce nu stie bine,<br />
ca baiguie vrute, nevrute,<br />
ci vezi-ti de drum, mai femeie,<br />
din preajma bisericii, du-te.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Va rog sa ma credeti, prieteni,<br />
ce grea si adanca mi-e rana,<br />
de sapte biserici sunt vaduv,<br />
aceasta de-aici nu e Ana.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Pe Ana, de fapt am zidit-o,<br />
de mult, intr-o alta zidire,<br />
purtase copilul in pantec<br />
si-avea o jacheta subtire.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Voi nu va nascuseti atuncea,<br />
eu sunt prea batran sa tin minte,<br />
sunt vaduv de sapte biserici,<br />
sunt vaduv de sapte morminte.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Da du-te de-aicea, femeie,<br />
ce cauti, cand nu ai nici o vina,<br />
prieteni, feriti-va, totusi,<br />
de-aceasta femeie straina.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Si daca vedeti ca nu vine<br />
nici una, nici alta din ele,<br />
mai stati inc-o ziua cu soare,<br />
mai stati inc-o noapte cu stele.</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Si maine, bagati-ma-n ziduri<br />
sa fiu manastirea aceea<br />
in care zidarul e jertfa<br />
si nu-si mai zideste femeia...."</i></span></div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></span> </div><div class="ps" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> ( Adrian Paunescu - Ruga pentru jertfa )</span></span></i></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-68178819187998882112011-09-13T10:48:00.015+03:002012-05-12T19:39:41.071+03:00Try to remember...<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Cand vine toamna plec pe dealuri sa pot sa-mi imbratisez nostalgia. Septembrie picteaza-n ruginiu padurile si cad iar in bratele tale. Vine toamna si nu-mi mai pot dezlipi ochii de cerurile tale gri ca ale ei... pana si genele tale sarate sunt plumburii. Si fara sa stii, o tacere grava - ca un falfait de cocor care nu vrea sa plece - te cuprinde. Vine toamna si se ascund dorurile in podul palmei tale unde ai inca urmele insomniilor mele. La Cluj miroase a copilarie la bunica acasa, a compot de pere, ardei cu varza si gogosari copti. Imi lumineaza toamna asta inima si amintirile ca niciodata. Catedrala pe care o zaream ireal de aurie de pe terasa bunicii mele in prima zi de scoala, are ceva magic si nu stiu de ce simt ca e dimineata si tu imi spui ca ai visat ca ne-am ascuns dupa epava...osteniti de-atatea toamne care ne risipesc sufletele. Cand vine toamna drumul spre Cluj e singurul loc din lume unde vreau sa fiu. Sa fiu acasa, sa ma mai nasc o data pentru indurarea unei alte ierni si-apoi, sa las Cheile in dreapta si sa ma bucur de drumul spre Campeni. Sa stau in iarba unde o sa-i fac tatalui meu cabana pe care o visa. Sa-mi mangai copacii de acolo si sa privesc in munti tot ce nu stiam atunci sa vad. Cand vine toamna, calatoresc si ma bucur de aerul ei bland cu geamul deschis cand conduc si cant sute de km fara oprire. Culori fascinante ma duc in vise pe care nu ti le-am spus inca, ma ridica o Luna plina pe deasupra dealurilor din jurul meu spre cer. Straluceste orizontul si nu mai stiu unde se termina marea marilor. Imi pare ca intreg Ardealul se scufunda in sufletul tau si ma invie definitiv. Vine toamna si ascult un festival in direct intr-o rochie neagra si-mi amintesc de o elegie a lui Rilke. Miroase a mere in dimineata asta de septembrie, a buzele tale prin mine si prin toamna ce vine.</div><a href="http://youtu.be/XceA18B8-Og">http://youtu.be/XceA18B8-Og</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-91551951717776819162011-08-31T01:08:00.006+03:002012-05-12T19:39:57.956+03:00Spune-mi o poveste<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FR1w-zuqpW_b2LbPpp35rMMYMooE5SH2aPumhbTBb-2yy_gDzEtrUMFV2Vva8Igf_dFJtWw4j275q0dM_NnDORjABkgvTrwC5LDbV7OUNbCFvm6blq-CSn5NLVIzprBPiucRYgBomZsx/s1600/Vant+si+valuri+in+Vama.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FR1w-zuqpW_b2LbPpp35rMMYMooE5SH2aPumhbTBb-2yy_gDzEtrUMFV2Vva8Igf_dFJtWw4j275q0dM_NnDORjABkgvTrwC5LDbV7OUNbCFvm6blq-CSn5NLVIzprBPiucRYgBomZsx/s200/Vant+si+valuri+in+Vama.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Intr-o luna portocalie, sarutul pe caleasca de la Bibi imi rasuna inca in suflet ca o vioara in cel mai frumos cantec despre ieri. Astept toamna cu toata arta ei din spatele usilor unde recita zeii. A plecat maestrul din Vama si pe malul marii orizontul ma rasfata in lumina altor introspectii. E atat de frumos la mare, au venit cai, se tund caini de fete cu cercei in buze, e o melancolie care ne imbata ca un vin de Bordeaux. Au pornit rulotele spre peninsula. Si a cantat Iris ca o regasire. Ruginiul s-a mutat din pielea mea in gand, eu m-am amestecat cu marea de tot in aceste doua luni, am cer in ochi si o liniste a desertului in par. Sunt atat de blonda ca nu mai stiu unde incepe nisipul din care mi se cerne viata. Ultimele raze de vara curg prin noi sa ne naruie iernile care iti vor ingheta iar intrebarile fara raspuns. Tu ai gust de calcan si umerii cu care ma duci atat de puternici, ti-s talpile pline de valuri iar eu sunt la fel de tacuta. Baby, ai zice ca nu ne mai dau drumul valurile astea si ca aici e singurul acasa pe care il cunoastem. Am revazut aseara Pacientul englez si-am plans. Cata nostalgie e in vantul asta din Vama Veche..</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-2528462762940828822011-08-17T02:07:00.002+03:002012-05-12T19:40:04.858+03:00Spre ceruri la Sighisoara<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yaf2kX6Fq0ADGxC1KAEGyooKgkIRG1MB6j82vLwLKEVBfDIXyW-0Vwnw_dVoUMXBWQywoMCNi0MK7nYoZK-0pyRoubHtbG5gvzA-Q8p28NZzkZvv4ADvfg3y11Qgs5IQ3J8USDgPT6Fk/s1600/Duiosie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yaf2kX6Fq0ADGxC1KAEGyooKgkIRG1MB6j82vLwLKEVBfDIXyW-0Vwnw_dVoUMXBWQywoMCNi0MK7nYoZK-0pyRoubHtbG5gvzA-Q8p28NZzkZvv4ADvfg3y11Qgs5IQ3J8USDgPT6Fk/s200/Duiosie.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-20524438287657921892011-08-17T02:04:00.004+03:002012-05-12T19:40:12.207+03:00Despre suflet<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XYEnD8k2yqE4adL6xCu8xXK-QrFjCRE84uVVqEE8buCEAaYRYBBkQbsHvZvufjYs9DKhz0vtEjouE2pj3Q5jn-6bxXudHlCpYa1l_wcSUV0fKx_nEmsN3wyOuSRqv7JKHzAUTrXyYFnX/s1600/DSC08013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XYEnD8k2yqE4adL6xCu8xXK-QrFjCRE84uVVqEE8buCEAaYRYBBkQbsHvZvufjYs9DKhz0vtEjouE2pj3Q5jn-6bxXudHlCpYa1l_wcSUV0fKx_nEmsN3wyOuSRqv7JKHzAUTrXyYFnX/s200/DSC08013.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Striga pasarile a toamna. Stoluri in vazduh si tipat prin cerurile violet. Intelepciunea toamnei cade cu papadiile sfarsite. O simt atat de bine in aerul diminetii cand trag storurile. Cad frunzele galbene din salcamul de vis a vis. Ma trimite inapoi toamna, dupa ploi. Tu imi bati in piept cand ma pierd in valuri pana la departele cel mai departat. Eu nu stiu sa vorbesc despre tine. Mereu imi amintesc de versul acela cu "visez prostii sentimentale in timp ce glontul cald asteapta". Si de cei ultimii cm din cei sapte metri. Stii. Vara mea, tu...de-ai stii insa cata ingaduinta mi-ar trebui ca sa te pot aseza in albul paginii care miroase a iarna, de-ai stii cata speranta mi-ar trebui sa te ridic din genunchii in care stai, de-ai stii cata tacere as putea rupe din toate zborurile noastre. Tu, Baby...Am genele gri si m-a cuprins toamna chiar daca nu spun. Canta-mi, canta-mi tu.</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07495581838879114250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154952559040246827.post-65026282103846598382011-07-27T21:26:00.009+03:002012-05-12T19:40:33.940+03:00Persoanei intai. Plural - fila de jurnal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN079z6yh6UtK2GrvDJp2k6p9uU0675hnujDJFMJKwFxPNH2SmVydsCPXqLq-BcZO82ZA5l-TntodrtpYa-rlvOxy7mE1EftKZARPCEnZLZlnHAutGTpK1fSsciGHc8m8uv_1QRD9a1UD0/s1600/Cabinet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN079z6yh6UtK2GrvDJp2k6p9uU0675hnujDJFMJKwFxPNH2SmVydsCPXqLq-BcZO82ZA5l-TntodrtpYa-rlvOxy7mE1EftKZARPCEnZLZlnHAutGTpK1fSsciGHc8m8uv_1QRD9a1UD0/s200/Cabinet.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cand am vazut acest tablou prima oara, nu stiam cine l-a pictat, dar l-am vazut imediat intr-o camera cu ferestre inalte din lemn luminata de Soare la apus, cu pereti albi, deasupra unei canapele din piele de culoarea ramei. O canapea cu linii clar trasate din piele, dar nu freudiana, chiar daca</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> hipnoza face parte din psihodinamic. Cand am vazut cum se numeste am zambit. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span class="yiv1744636246Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Am vazut si ferestrele si tabloul si camera, undeva la etaj, langa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> centrul vechi. Am vazut acest tablou acolo fara sa stiu cum se numeste. </span></span></span><span class="yiv1744636246Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Faptul ca el a fost disponibil si ca intr-o zi a devenit al meu mi-a umplut sufletul de o binecuvantata liniste si mai ales o stare de fericire pe care nu o pot explica in cuvinte. A</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">m stat cu el zile in sir sprijinit pe canapeaua mea si Soarele il lumina bland urandu-i bine ai venit... </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span class="yiv1744636246Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Camera nu era gata, si-am coborat o imagine pe care o iubesc "<i>veduta degli Ufizi, o sia Curia</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> Fiorentina presa dalla Loggia presso Arno</i>" de Giuseppe ca sa ma pot uita bine la el. </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Este absolut fascinant. M-am indragostit de el si traiesc o beatitudine fantastica privindu-l. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;">Dorurile mele n-au cuvinte. Sufletul insa liber ajunge acolo unde ne este inima. Fara sa stim sau sa intelegem, facem parte din ceva etern. Suntem cu totii aripi din Infinit.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="yiv1744636246Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><i style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><br />
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