tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57524161739985995752024-03-13T12:14:13.457-07:00AlynaCreativitatea este o floare atăt de delicată, încât elogiul o face să înflorească, în timp ce descurajarea o înăbuşă adesea, chiar înainte ca ea să se poată transforma în floare.Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-19469389960505767862011-07-12T13:13:00.001-07:002011-07-12T13:13:40.046-07:00Liber sa visezi<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Dezbracandu-te de cuvinte am aflat secretele vietii... <br />
Eram mica cand te-am luat prima oara in brate. Erai asa de greu de cuprins si de inteles. Te lasam repede din simplul fapt ca nu imi starneai interes... Toate catedrelele ce le construiati, da, voi, erau prea complicate pentru sensul meu de orientare. Ma pierdeam ca printr-un labirint fara inceput si fara sfarsit, ca intr-un cosmar care iti spulbera noptile. Da... te-am studiat ani intregi, dar uitam repede de ce intrasei in viata mea... deci prin urmare interesul era zero. Nu putea sa dureze la nesfarsit... te-am deschis intr-o zi si te-am citit. Ti-am aflat secretele, minciunile... am ras si am plans impreuna doar pentru ca tu ma indrumai, iar eu ma lasam cuprinsa de tine. Tu, sfanta carte, ce mi-ai eliberat multe carari de munte pe care pot urca acum... unele mai usoare, altele mai complicate, care au alte multe obstacole. <br />
Prefer sa le aleg pe cele complicate din doua motive. Primul este un pic sec, recunosc, dar ma lasa pe mine sa imi decid calea... Mi se aprind lumanari doar pe rand... vad petale de trandafiri doar din spatele perdelei ce ma inconjoara. Perdea alba ce se scurtaza pe zi ce trece... nu pentru ca anii trec, ci pentru ca incep sa ma descopar... este ca atunci cand pierzi, dar de fapt castigi. Iar al doilea motiv... care ma intristeaza un pic... este ca incep sa descopar printre acele petale smulse si asternute pe drumul pietruit de munte vipere... vipere ce te pot ataca din clipa in clipa. <br />
Odata ce inchideam o carte, eu reveneam sa zic asa cu picioarele pe pamant... dar acum, dupa ce te inchid, revin la tine reinviindu-ti viata neagra stransa intr-un manunchi de magnolii, timp in care imi inchid ochii si incep sa visez la un final fericit.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tEEhgDUl-jW-hM9DUoeKZi1ZJi7CzghvPaX74Rv-fEKqfmPVtSdKbo5DycTI4B53CW0gcXEyL-NuFNs93kIXNobEsI1_e072AcZXts1vFIATn4jw7XpbGaj-MTOgWUUz_tkoKbfog6sS/s1600/Liber+sa+visezi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tEEhgDUl-jW-hM9DUoeKZi1ZJi7CzghvPaX74Rv-fEKqfmPVtSdKbo5DycTI4B53CW0gcXEyL-NuFNs93kIXNobEsI1_e072AcZXts1vFIATn4jw7XpbGaj-MTOgWUUz_tkoKbfog6sS/s1600/Liber+sa+visezi.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><br />
</div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-80096712146325902312011-07-12T13:12:00.001-07:002011-07-12T13:12:33.800-07:00Zile<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Si se trezeste in sunete de clopot, cu soarele-i pe fata. Se ridica din pat si se apropie de fereastra inghetata cu un strat de praf inmuiat. O deschide si nu ezita sa priveasca cerul. El asta face in fiecare dimineata, pare a fi un ritual de multumire pentru tot ceea ce primeste. Ramane cu ochii blocati pe un nor alb care se plimba alene printre straturile de vant. Soarele ii mangaie obrazul, incalzindu-i-l. Ii place senzatia, este ca un fel de mangaiere parinteasca de mult uitata. </span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><br />
</span><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Numele lui este Paul. Un nume sec, dupa parerea lui, care se pierde printre miliarde de nume din Univers. Paul isi incepe mereu ziua linistit dupa ce isi duce la bun sfarsit ritualul. El crede ca este legat de natura intr-un mod in care nu poate sa isi explice decat doar pentru sine. </span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><br />
</span><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Nu se considera un Einstein al timpurilor moderne, desi creierul lui briliant este cat creierul lui Einstein si inca mai mult...</span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><br />
</span><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Se fereste sa isi arate inteligenta la scoala sau in grupurile de "prieteni", caci ii este mereu teama sa nu se rada de el. Rasete rele, de invidie sau poate de prostie... </span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><br />
</span><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Facand o comparatie intre viata lui Paul si viata lui Charlie ( din postul </span></b><span lang="RO"><a href="http://ioanaalina20.blogspot.com/2010/12/lacrimi-amare.html"><b><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Lacrimi amare</span></b></a></span><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">) imi dau seama ca rasetele sunt asa de rele uneori... si ma gandesc daca vom putea sa radem vreodata fara arogante sau mai stiu eu ce in fata altor persoane... sa radem pur si simplu... sa afisam acel ras pur, sfant. Am putea, asta daca nu am fi homo sapiens si deasemenea daca am ramane la stadiul de bebelus in ceea ce priveste rasul. </span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-10027460733680970552011-07-12T13:11:00.001-07:002011-07-12T13:11:49.338-07:00Tu poti sa ierti?<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">E liniste acum. Nu se mai aud vocile infundate din acea padure de pini si nici lumina lunii nu mai are putere sa faca vizibila intreaga padure... e inmarmurita. De ce? De siluetele masive care se transforma in monstrii pe zi ce trece. Incearca sa se ascunda in spatele unei maturitati inutile... In loc sa se bucure ca fac parte cu tot trupul din natura, ei se indoaie de mijloace pana cand vine ziua sa fie taiati. Taiati pentru mai multe motive...<br />
Taieti pentru omul sarac de la tara care mai are doar doi banuti in buzunar... din care isi cumpara o paine si o floare. Va intrebati oare de ce nu isi cumpara si lemne de foc... ei bine, pentru ca este impiedicat de acea gandire limitata. Vrea sa aiba doi banuti in continuare... vrea sa traiasca doar cu o paine si uneori vrea sa isi mai lumineze ziua cu o floare pe care de obicei o duce la mormantul celui drag. <br />
Pinii mai sunt taieti atunci cand se apropie Craciunul pentru a ne "infrumuseta" sufrageria si pentru a aduce acel miros specific... Cand i se pune steaua in par, atunci se simte total in centrul atentiei... dupa totul se pierde, insa el nu isi da seama ca anumiti oameni isi achizitoneaza un brad gratuit doar pentru decor specific Craciunului, si se imbata cu apa rece. Este aruncat la marginea drumului pe 7 ianuarie... este lasat sa se usuce si dupa este pus pe foc. Sufletul de pin tot ii ramane, desi acum el este cenusa si fum... zboara liber in aer, este desprins din radacinile pamantului si acum se poate bucura de tot. Il bucura si pe cel care l-a taiat pentru foc si pe cel care l-a furat pentru decor... <br />
Ii iarta! <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-7288161761958737712011-07-12T13:10:00.000-07:002011-07-12T13:10:48.363-07:00A day out<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Prima zi a anului mi-a adus o surpriza destul de mare. Mi-am petrecut ziua nu asa cum obisnuiam, urmarind Concertul de la Viena, ci vizitand National Geographic Store. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Am baut 2 cesti de ceai fierbinte, iar dupa am inceput sa colind magazinul, care se intindea pe 3 etaje. Am sa povestesc totul cu ajutorul imaginilor, asa ca...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7cllyxcTVxwlhw1j6gBvWwkrA31AGgm1YZ4m_Elj7Q8I5uEMYFUSFoM87h9O9Ul2IiHUbpVAu9atyiGAUUWZvFqzmAcLxNo3iwvK0enil01Uc4Nkhn0RsPXVIa-Bd7QwVi_vj1pNUZyX/s1600/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7cllyxcTVxwlhw1j6gBvWwkrA31AGgm1YZ4m_Elj7Q8I5uEMYFUSFoM87h9O9Ul2IiHUbpVAu9atyiGAUUWZvFqzmAcLxNo3iwvK0enil01Uc4Nkhn0RsPXVIa-Bd7QwVi_vj1pNUZyX/s1600/2a.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Acesta e un trunchi de copac. A fost sculptat cu multi ani in urma. Acum e la vanzare in National Geographic Store... ;)) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHzaZZbFceA2NpTQgOdRCeSHpe8k05u7QHaFlgnMM0p8XNvO2oTd37YvmdKi47HAHLJ80h8Csbjk_zVflg-faK0pn6YLYUscs07VlDgHuFyCJxuEYpsCyzx-mW9IE0kNOL9dQkfYTI2oz/s1600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHzaZZbFceA2NpTQgOdRCeSHpe8k05u7QHaFlgnMM0p8XNvO2oTd37YvmdKi47HAHLJ80h8Csbjk_zVflg-faK0pn6YLYUscs07VlDgHuFyCJxuEYpsCyzx-mW9IE0kNOL9dQkfYTI2oz/s1600/3a.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Parterul magazinului era plin de harti. Majoritatea erau foarte vechi... Mi-ar fi suras ideea de a-mi cumpara o harta, insa marimile lor erau foarte mari...:D<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4oD4jf05v7Oa49GY6AuZn1CRWOIvPJsRxenmfRP2T7m-gdTC4sAPlmL66pxWTKthLWlOEiKKtSeNPsYo7y60oKJ2sEIwKfUyHNLKf6UtWLWg7CTe95uV5GHilRQKMFgPScEXDGmY43YO/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4oD4jf05v7Oa49GY6AuZn1CRWOIvPJsRxenmfRP2T7m-gdTC4sAPlmL66pxWTKthLWlOEiKKtSeNPsYo7y60oKJ2sEIwKfUyHNLKf6UtWLWg7CTe95uV5GHilRQKMFgPScEXDGmY43YO/s1600/5.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Cum sunt fan "spatiu", nu am rezistat tentatiei de a nu face 2 poze... Deseori ma pierd visand prin Univers, asa ca i-am facut reclama pe blogul meu ;))<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DYBnIUpc2pDJ2dqxEsvwtG4sf8G_lOk1LHXcv2xhWbFh0iUkLYocrJKZxUGFz1FAahW_E2QFbNgOEj8aE6e6c53tDLDuZ6yGAj2-D83bOM7Vr-QkupgR01i5qKIe08e7Hwy9SnygFmRD/s1600/6a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DYBnIUpc2pDJ2dqxEsvwtG4sf8G_lOk1LHXcv2xhWbFh0iUkLYocrJKZxUGFz1FAahW_E2QFbNgOEj8aE6e6c53tDLDuZ6yGAj2-D83bOM7Vr-QkupgR01i5qKIe08e7Hwy9SnygFmRD/s1600/6a.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Nu mi-ar fi displacut ca aceste piese de mobilier sa isi faca loc in casa mea... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Aceasta ultima fotografie am adaugat-o caci intotdeauna trebuie sa ne luam zborul. Vine vremea, mai devreme sau ma tarziu sa ne deschidem aripile si sa zburam in necunoscut. <o:p></o:p></span></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Amintirile- frumoase sau urate- care ne-au umplut viata pana in acel moment ne vor ramane in minte si suflet toata viata, indiferent de cat de departe ne va duce vantul. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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Se numeste "My Brilliant Brain"- acesta este motivul pentru care am ales ca titlul postului sa fie "Nici nu ne imaginam cat aur detinem...". Intr-adevar fiecare are un creier care poate fi transformat in aur daca nu il lasi sa se dezvolte. 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Am invatat sa invat.<br />
Am invatat sa conduc.<br />
Am invatat sa am incredere in oameni si sa ma las ajutata. <br />
Am invatat sa cred. <br />
Am invatat sa doresc. <br />
Da, eu invat, conduc, cred si doresc din toata inima. Iar daca in momente inoportune ata destinului meu se rupe ma ridic si o iau de la capat. Asa am facut inca din ziua in care m-am nascut. <br />
Nu mi-e rusine sa imi port vina, nu mi-e rusine sa privesc in ochii celor cu care vorbesc, nu mi-e rusine chiar daca am facut cea mai mare greseala. De ce mi-ar fi??? Nu am motive... caci am venit doar sa experimentez viata de aici. Si dupa? Dupa o sa ma intorc... ma voi intoarce in lumea mea. Lumea mea pe care o construiesc. Traiesc azi pentru ca stiu ca trebuie sa ma intorc cu o piesa noua pentru tabloul inca necompletat.<br />
Nu mi-e teama sa risc. Nu mi-e teama sa pierd. Viata mea e asemenea unui joc. Viata mea este o experienta care va lasa cicatrici adanci...<br />
Poate va intrebati cum arata lumea mea...<br />
Lumea mea e simpla, modesta... o casa din lemn, o gradina cu fluturi albi, un liliac sub a carui coroana se afla o banca de un galben stralucitor. Atat! <br />
Aici ma retrag eu atunci cand ma simt descurajata, fara de puteri sau pur si simplu obosita sa vorbesc. <br />
Nu sunt lasa, nu ma retag aici pentru a ma ascunde de oameni sau pentru ca mi-e teama sa infrunt realitatea, ci pentru ca e locul meu. Locul unde imi pot aduna gandurile. <br />
Uneori simt nevoia sa nu fiu asa de realista si de matura cum ma cred altii... Acestea sunt doar aparente. Imi place sa ma bucur si sa simt la intensitate maxima, caci doar asa voi deveni un om bogat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-31326317855610368792011-07-12T12:54:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:54:38.842-07:00Frumusetile ascunse ale zilei<span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">E aproape 12- ora la care in mod normal ajunge posta. Ei bine... am primit o felicitare cu urmatorul mesaj: "Whishing you joy and happiness at this special time of year!- from Mori with love"<br />
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Ma simt binecuvantata atunci cand cineva drag se gandeste la mine. Multumesc!</span><br />
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Dar intr-o zi am facut cunostinta. Mi-a intins sceptic mana. I-am strans-o cu putere blajina, dar si-a retras-o fiindca nu credea in mine. I-am promis in acel moment ca am sa o descopar pas cu pas. <br />
In prima zi i-am cantat o melodie care iti zgaria auzul, dar ea m-a ajutat... Acele sunete alergande prin aer dezordonat au devenit, cu rabdare, ca un fluture alb care se lasa purtat de vant prin aerul cald de mai. <br />
Am inceput sa ne cunoastem. Am inceput sa ii multumesc pentru ajutor. Recunosc, uneori ma paraseste temporar, caci ma vede cum incep sa ma pierd in graba de zi cu zi. Dar ma intorc... o sarut si ea privindu-ma impartiala, imi zambeste. Zambetul acela rece parca tine loc de o urecheala pe cinste. Ma va "castiga" sau ma va "pierde"? Acum nu stiu. Nici ea nu stie.<br />
Ii cad la picioare si ii jur ca nu am sa mai gresesc. Nu o incalzeste cu nimic. Stie ca am sa ma prabusesc de multe ori pana voi atinge acea "fericire splendida". <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-63619595608816852252011-07-12T12:51:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:51:24.711-07:00Flori pentru algernon (Daniel Keyes)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Si imi plange sufletul cand stiu ca nu pot face nimic. Parca il vad, cu mainile muncite asezate cu stil pe stiloul negru. Are in fata lui o foaie alba de hartie pe care se chinuie sa zgarie cateva cuvinte. Charlie este un barbat cu suflet de copil. Nu a cunoscut inca iubirea de femeie, dar a cunoscut iubirea unui prieten. "Soarecul" lui il ajuta mereu sa isi dezvolte abilitatile de memorare.<br />
Charlie, Charlie, copil prostut, daca ai stii tu ca mai bine ramaneai in nebunia ta... <br />
Charlie a decis sa devina "cobaiul" lor, celor care nu ne lasa sa ne traim vietile asa cum vrem, care cred ca sunt Dumnezei doar pentru ca scot pe piata nu stiu ce vaccin care lasa in urma un drum de suflete pierdute.<br />
Charlie a acceptat sa isi faca o operatie pentru a deveni mai destept, pentru a "le arata colegilor de la munca de ce este in stare". <br />
Mi-e mila de el caci stiu ca a facut cea mai mare greseala. Sa devina destept... huh... sa poata discuta subiecte alese cu maturii de la facultate, sa nu mai faca greseli de ortografie atunci cand zgarie foaia de hartie in care se ascund jumatate din sentimentele lui... Foaie care urmeaza sa i-o inmaneze medicului lui. <br />
Charlie are acum tot ce si-a dorit... inteligenta.. insa a pierdut o mare parte din el... "soarecul" alb ca de zapada care ii devenise prieten pe nesimtite. Algernon a murit... iar inteligenta a disparul treptat caci operatia a esuat... Am plans pentru Charlie si preitenul lui... L-am simtit ca fiind o parte ascunsa din mine... <br />
Copilul din Chirlie a revenit, acum cu o ultima dorinta: "spune tii lu profNemur sa numai fi asa suparat cind cive va is bate joc deel si osa aiba mai mult preteni. Iusor saai preteni daca lasi lumea sarida deti-ne. Osa am mult preteni a colo undema duc. daca ajunget pe colo saj punet o flore pe mormint lu Algernon in curtea dinspatele casi."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Uneori insa intrusul nu intarzie sa apara. Nu se sfieste sa lase dare de sange in urma. Tu doar priveste-le cu demnitate si asteapta-ti sfarsitul...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10IhA2IDt4rr0y6dpRUtUqbcUZlzQzJ_CAAb_cJaXI9D2-h_DXlm7Yz0U1j1D-mst_c2j-GE7zw_3v7XcaML1QFD6_dSxlHXNd1DRIiLEknBgOEE8fcZ2DXg7Nw2B0kpSbyaSkYzBWxKR/s1600/alin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10IhA2IDt4rr0y6dpRUtUqbcUZlzQzJ_CAAb_cJaXI9D2-h_DXlm7Yz0U1j1D-mst_c2j-GE7zw_3v7XcaML1QFD6_dSxlHXNd1DRIiLEknBgOEE8fcZ2DXg7Nw2B0kpSbyaSkYzBWxKR/s1600/alin.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">...sfarsit care de multe ori inseamna "SINGURATATE".<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-63231802392956398322011-07-12T12:44:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:44:09.795-07:00Everything has a soul<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">His cage is exactly two Japanese inches high and one inch and a half wide: its tiny wooden door, turning upon a pivot, will scarcely admit the tip of my little finger. But he has plenty of room in that cage- room to walk, and jump, and fly, for he is so small that you must look very carefully through the brown-gauze sides of it in order to catch a glimpse of him. I have always to turn the cage round and round, several times, in a good light, before I can discover his whereabouts, and then I usually find him resting in one of the upper corners- clinging, upside down, to his ceiling of gauze.<br />
Imagine a cricket about the size of an ordinary mosquito- with a pair of antennae much longer than his own body, and so fine that you can distinguish them only against the light. Kusa- Hibari, or "Grass- Lark" is the Japanese name of him; and he is worth in the market exactly twelve cents: that is to say, very much more than his weight in gold. Twelve cents for such a gnat-like thing!... By day he sleeps or meditates, except while occupied with the slice of fresh egg-plant. or cucumber which must be poked into his cage every morning... to keep him clean and well fed is somewhat troublesome: could you see him, you would think it absurd to take any pains for the sake of a creature so ridiculously small.<br />
But always at sunset the infinitesimal soul of him awakens: then the room begins to fill with a delicate and ghostly music indescriable sweetness- a thin, silvery rippling and trilling as of tiniest electric bells. As the darkness deepens, the sound becomes sweeter- sometimes swelling till the whole house seems to vibrate with the elfish resonance- sometimes thinning down into the faintest imaginable thread of a voice. But loud or low, it keeps a penetrating quality that is weird... All night the atom thus sings: he ceases only when the temple bell proclaims the hour of dawn.<br />
Now this tiny song is the song of love- vague love of the unseen and unknown. It is quite impossible that he should ever have seen or know, in this present existence of his. Not even his ancestors, for many generations back, could have known anything of the night-life of the fields, or the armourous value of song.<br />
They were born of eggs hatched in a jar of clay, in the shop of some insect- marchant: and they dwelt thereafter only in cages. But he sings the song of his race as it was sung a myriad years ago, and as faultlessly as if he understood the exact significance of every note. Of course he did not learn the song. It is a song of organic memory- deep, dim memory of other quintillious of lives, when the ghost of him shrilled at night from the dewy grasses of the hill. Then that song brought him love- and death. He has forgotten all about death: but he remembers the love. And therefore he sings now- for the bride that will never come. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-18167063344185085902011-07-12T12:42:00.005-07:002011-07-12T12:42:53.826-07:00Poveste<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Si cand soarele apune deasupra ta... care este primul lucru la care te gandesti? <br />
Andrei se gandeste la clipa prezenta. Traieste din plin fiecare moment, chiar daca soarele apune si o noua zi e pe cale sa apara. Isi rezeama tamplele de copacul cu trup masiv si isi ridica ochii catre cerul strabatut de o sageata insangerata. Oare ce descopera in acea clipa? Se descopera pe sine, acesta este raspunsul perfect. In fiecare zi se descopera putin cate putin. <br />
Pe fata i se iveste un zambet malefic- caci azi a descoperit partea ce de mult o ascundea. El este un monstru, un diavol printre ingeri. Se chinuie sa devina ca ei, pur, usor ca un fulg, dar nu reuseste. Fiecare zi ii aduce lui Andrei o bucatica din puzzle-ul inca necompletat. <br />
Pana acum puzzle-ul are zdrobite cu rautate pete de culori precum galben si violet. Sunt pete puse cu o mana grea si apasatoare, a carei urma va ramane imprimata pentru totdeauna. <br />
Vrea sa termine jocul mai repede, dar totul se intampla prea lin... Este asa de cuprins in acesta febra de a termina mai repede, incat uita cu desavarsire ca ultima piesa va fi sfarsitul lui. O zi in care cerul va plange sau va zambi. <br />
Acum nimeni nu poate distinge fiinte in acel puzzle, doar chestii abstracte care te pun pe ganduri....<br />
Ma intreb oare care va fi rezultatul final?<br />
Stau de undeva de sus si il urmaresc pe acest copil asteptandu-si sfarsitul. Acum un copil in trup de batranel, sub acelasi pom, dar de data aceasta cu o mimica trista. Ochii ii sticlesc in razele de ramas bun ale soarelui. Secundele se scurgeau atunci mai repede ca de obicei. Soarele dispare dupa perdeaua de stele iar Andrei isi inchide ochii lin, parca nemultumit de misiunea deja incheiata. <br />
In acea zi el si-a terminat jocul de puzzle. <br />
Doar o singura intrebare mai ramane de pus... </span><span lang="RO" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">ACUM, DRAGILOR, PUTETI DISTINGE INTELESUL IMAGINII CREEATE?</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><br />
Iar raspunsul vine lent si destul de posomorat: </span><span lang="RO" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">NU, nu puteti, caci acolo e viata unui om ale carui sentimente nu puteti afla niciodata!</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-14898290807432276022011-07-12T12:42:00.001-07:002011-07-12T12:42:10.542-07:00Aparitia unei flori- INTR-O SEARA DE DUMINICA<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #616161; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Imagineaza-ti… imagineaza-ti ca te trezesti si nu stii unde te afli. Te uiti in jur, te ridici din pozitia lenesa in care te aflai dupa acel somn dulce de dupa doua dimineata. Te asezi pe marginea patului… Iti observi genunchii goi care tremura<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din cauza frigului prezent in fiecare particula a camerei. E intuneric. Te sperii. Nu stii unde esti si de aceea te ridici si incepi sa cotrobai. Nu recunosti niciun lucru. Nu sunt ale tale. Te duci la fereastra pe care se scurg picaturile insangerate ale cerului. Dai la o parte perdeluta de un alb mizer si observi un lucrusor alb, un alb pur pe care doresti sa il atingi. Dorinta radiaza din fiecare por al finite tale. Isi lipi fruntea de geamul mic, rotund, si observa mai in detaliu o floare. Stai si ma gandii cata frumusete se afla in acel mic suflet. </span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #616161; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Ma indepartez speriat, sentimentele de gelozie ma umplu. De ce??? De ce urasc o floare- un lucru asa de pur, de frumos? Stau in mijlocul camerei intunecate cu genunchii lipiti de trupul inghetat, dar deodata o raza apare si ma ridic plin de curaj. Vreau sa ma duc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa descopar floarea aceeia… ma atrage din toate unghiurile. Imi imaginez cum aceasta creste, creste si devine o printesa a camerei mele. O narcisa, alba, pura, cu trupusorul verde dansand in lumina soarelui de dimineata. Se apropie de geamul meu si imi dezvaluie timid un zambet in semn de bun venit. In viata mea a aparut o floare. </span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #616161; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Desi sunt trist caci am realizat ca ma aflu intr-o celula de inchisoare, am sentimentul de fericire invadandu-mi spiritul in fiecare dimineata, caci imi intalnesc floarea sprijinita in geamlacul meu, zambindu-mi si vorbindu-mi cald pentru am infrumuseta ziua neagra din intunericul inghetat al celulei.</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #616161; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Am descoperit o floare.</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b><span lang="RO" style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Text inspirat intr-o seara tembela de duminica in timp ce comunicam cu fratia.... Text pentru un pici de-a 4-a</span></b><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-41771423904757367502011-07-12T12:41:00.001-07:002011-07-12T12:41:27.319-07:00Just...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZjfsCym9dUyzWCnSy7kvwDdoVqeuIVIhlx8UAeDhbOnevB4Cvzkep6EdQYOSMxXGtjsr8ogkJ_RnVfFf6ugm0bzybfG8CsHbgQlmFrVoVHX_PlUbKuujKt13izBcOztybuE0Fh0M_GD7/s1600/just.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZjfsCym9dUyzWCnSy7kvwDdoVqeuIVIhlx8UAeDhbOnevB4Cvzkep6EdQYOSMxXGtjsr8ogkJ_RnVfFf6ugm0bzybfG8CsHbgQlmFrVoVHX_PlUbKuujKt13izBcOztybuE0Fh0M_GD7/s1600/just.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Si dupa o noapte in care a baut intr-un club mizer din orasul ei, s-a gandit sa se duca la biserica! Ce rost mai are? Doar ea stie. Prin buzele-i vinete se scurge picatura cu picatura sangele deja atacat de alcool, prin ochi-i se vad ranile sufletlui. O leoiaica in fata unei fete inocente... fata tanara care a renuntat la scoala doar pentru un anumit EL care a pacalit-o si dupa a lasat-o in acel club plin de suflete prinse in capcana.<br />
Numele ei- Cristina. Se ridica si incepe sa isi faca drum printre diavolii care se agata cu orice ocazie de bratele ei. Se impiedica, se prabuseste. A intrat in cercul lor acum. Cristina nu va mai fii niciodata ca inainte... toti o sa se teama de ea, toti o vor vedea ca un diavol si va avea prieteni doar pentru ca ei, cei de afara, se tem sa nu fie raniti.<br />
Revin la ce am spus mai devreme, da, o leoaica! Nu ii lasa pe cei palizi, fara viata sa o tina prizoniera, asa ca se ridica si vrea cu orice pret sa iasa de acolo. Iese, dar odata eliberata devine o bestie, rea, fara scrupule. E decisa sa nu mai ierte si sa nu mai aiba incredere in nimeni.<br />
Seara de abia incepe...se afla la jumatatea drumului dintre capcana si casa ei- sa se intoarca sau sa mearga uitand de trecut? Incearca sa isi controleze mersul impleticit. Se afla pe strada scolii unde era eleva. Se opreste pentru o clipa si parca se vede pe sine cum statea in banca ei din mijlocul clasei cu creionul in mana stanga si cu o carte in cealalta studiind neincetat poezia "Floare albastra". Se vede si in suflet i se aprinde un foc mai puternic ca niciodata de a incepe o noua viata. O viata plina de arta. Oare o sa fie ea urmatoarea Afrodita? <br />
Cu focul inca proaspat in inima porneste pe noul drum, si se opreste in curtea bisericii unde statea cu bunicul ei ascultand cantece religioase in zilele de Duminica. Se aseaza pe treptele din fata bisericii si acolo isi rezeama capul de peretele cu trasaturi colturoase facut din caramida insangerata. Prin buzele-i vinete se vad cum se scurg inca picaturile de alcool, dar ochi-i sunt schimbati complet. Se vede ca este motivata acum, si ca nu o sa mai renunte pana nu va atinge cerul, dar in acelasi timp ura din trecut nu s-a stins- e prezenta si pregatita sa atace. Cristina stie foarte bine ca oamenii sunt de vina si nu mai vrea sa ii mai ierte... nu de data asta. Acesta este momentul ei. Momentul Cristinei. <br />
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</span><span lang="RO" style="color: orange; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Textul a fost inspirat dupa poza "Just..." a Terrei. Mentionez ca aceasta compozitie este pura fictiune.</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-66105641289486114022011-07-12T12:40:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:40:08.537-07:00Multumesc Terra<span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Aseara eram in febra rezolvarii unei probleme nu prea serioase, recunosc... Dar eu pana nu am ceea ce imi doresc nu pot sa ma relaxez... Asa ca i-am trimis Terrei un mesaj pe Facebook... Desi imi permit sa ii vorbesc ca si cand am fi de aceeiasi varsta... ea stie ca o respect ;). M-a impresionat enorm faptul ca aceasta m-a ajutat in rezolvarea </span><i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">chestiutei</span></i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"> mele in mai putin de 24 de ore. Ganditi-va dragilor... un om pe care nu l-ai intalnit niciodata sa te ajute, doar asa din propria-i placere... asta se intampla foarte rar in ultima vreme, nu-i asa?<br />
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Inchei a doua postare prin ai darui Ioanei (Terra) un urias MULTUMESC rostit in timp ce colturile buzelor se ridica dezvaluind un zambet timid.</span>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-84686125938722686942011-07-12T12:39:00.001-07:002011-07-12T12:39:22.736-07:00Prima Postare...<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">Uite-ma in fata computerului chinuindu-ma sa fac prima postare. Nu stiu de ce am emotii... le simt cum alearga prin vene si cum imi fac vocea sa tremure. Pana acum am fost obisnuita sa scriu doar descrieri sau nuvele- acestea fiind pentru scoala in principal- si nu prea bune recunosc, caci eu nu am acel </span><i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">ceva</span></i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"> pentru scris. <br />
Iata-ma incepand un nou joc, de aceasta data mult mai complicat. Cand aveam 5 ani jucam "Nu te supara frate", dar acum lucrurile s-au schimbat, la fel si oamenii. Nu ma lasa impartiala faptul ca inca mai vad </span><i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">oameni... </span></i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">ce-i drept putini, dar inca sunt. <br />
Sunt asa de obosita incat nici nu am realizat... anul trecut, 2009, in ziua de 21 noiembrie l-am intalnit pe </span><i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">el, </span></i><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;">cel care m-a invatat ca muzica e mai mult decat rap si ca viata nu e limitata.<br />
Ma bucur ca am avut ocazia sa scriu in aceasta seara si in inima mi s-a aprins un foc foarte puternic de a continua acest "joc" de-a scriitorul. Va las cu bine!!! Pe saptamana viitoare</span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="RO" style="color: #616161; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: RO;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-88213563489090906652011-07-11T11:01:00.000-07:002011-07-11T11:01:09.304-07:00Orhideea Mea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziWdZrinv8XtbIQwiqfKkHSigGIgRVo_-2zEHfCXzcaEUo_mEjqNwJzu2hMWeBvc1dKkwBSa51idVhBJ7R9ThdfdArBKC0vKbZpwsnuhRMqIbSKZS9lIploscyARsTbWQd32j2HsgjIgp/s1600/EDIT+Orhidee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziWdZrinv8XtbIQwiqfKkHSigGIgRVo_-2zEHfCXzcaEUo_mEjqNwJzu2hMWeBvc1dKkwBSa51idVhBJ7R9ThdfdArBKC0vKbZpwsnuhRMqIbSKZS9lIploscyARsTbWQd32j2HsgjIgp/s320/EDIT+Orhidee.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Magie si boli vindecate,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dragoste si gloante-ntintate,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sange albastru prin vene,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Picaturi de apa ce curg alene. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-45945812157653765932011-07-08T08:44:00.000-07:002011-07-08T08:44:46.687-07:00Veve de dupa-amiaza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Hc_nweykQGlRqdOh9ZJjbuAjyFgbi_kem6G4aQsch10vi6F5HhVdpURb7x-gwsLjCq8gINaocE2hJXpHG7JJtrbZy-CownUmcm-H8Yze_hwktr0qCUbzb_0TVAS4iXkASekgAQa31HqQ/s1600/Veve+edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Hc_nweykQGlRqdOh9ZJjbuAjyFgbi_kem6G4aQsch10vi6F5HhVdpURb7x-gwsLjCq8gINaocE2hJXpHG7JJtrbZy-CownUmcm-H8Yze_hwktr0qCUbzb_0TVAS4iXkASekgAQa31HqQ/s320/Veve+edit.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hai sa va zic cum am ajuns sa o fotografiez pe domnisoara Veve. Ei bine... azi dupa ce m-am asezat la birou cu gandul sa citesc (vreau sa termin o carte sa mai fac un tick pe lista care cuprinde 92 de carti... care sunt, desigur, pentru examenul final din 2013). M-am facut comfy in hanoracul meu XL si mi-am deschis cartea... dar mi-am aruncat privirea pe fereastra si am vazut-o cum statea in brad, cu o bucatica de paine bine stransa in gherute. :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Si mi-am luat aparatul (care e cel mai bun prieten de o vreme incoace), mi-am pus obiectivul, am iesit pe geam, si shoot shoot shoot... au iesit vreo 18 pozitii, dar am pus si eu ce a fost cel mai bun, nu??? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hehe... acum chiar ca ma duc la citit... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Va pup!</div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5752416173998599575.post-22914295709532469822011-07-05T12:21:00.000-07:002011-07-05T12:21:55.380-07:00Colti salbatici de balaur<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ssXfsEb81bo-b5ePkTud63GDBkhZDMiCTWj97nOPfGEfOgd8C1xdqlI1J85k4jA-rcHEXAJrcy2LTeD6gHo2m6I7IqoAabNMT2pzFc0tuhvK4rxSZ6qX4M8dFexpES1CTBSTtHLdbE4w/s1600/photoshop+flower.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ssXfsEb81bo-b5ePkTud63GDBkhZDMiCTWj97nOPfGEfOgd8C1xdqlI1J85k4jA-rcHEXAJrcy2LTeD6gHo2m6I7IqoAabNMT2pzFc0tuhvK4rxSZ6qX4M8dFexpES1CTBSTtHLdbE4w/s320/photoshop+flower.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Alynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332978916747110922noreply@blogger.com1