<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692</id><updated>2012-02-03T19:18:29.970+02:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='frunze'/><category term='proiect'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='lev tolstoi'/><category term='vara'/><category term='salata'/><category term='dislikes'/><category term='mare'/><category term='likes'/><category term='kitch'/><category term='nebunieeee'/><category term='tristete'/><category term='starry night'/><category term='sarut'/><category term='nedrept'/><category term='soare'/><category term='existenta'/><category term='pufulete'/><category term='nepasare'/><category term='lolita'/><category term='craciun'/><category term='gradinita'/><category term='zapezel'/><category term='costum de baie'/><category term='albert'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='scara C a blocului 10'/><category term='borcan'/><category term='gem'/><category term='scriitor rus'/><category term='sentimente'/><category term='ceata'/><category term='galben'/><category term='sansa'/><category term='georgica'/><category term='trecut'/><category term='concert'/><category term='zambet'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='melancolie'/><category term='maturitate'/><category term='deplin'/><category term='sperante'/><category term='scriitor'/><category term='arenele romane'/><category term='un bagaj impresionant'/><category term='tineri'/><category term='poze'/><category term='american'/><category term='dor'/><category term='excursie'/><category term='vama a lansat vama'/><category term='copilarie'/><category term='turma'/><category term='ochelari de soare'/><category term='van gogh'/><category term='octavian paler'/><category term='toamna'/><category term='carte'/><category term='magie'/><category term='armin van buren'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='ernest hemingway'/><category term='6 iunie 2008'/><category term='bucurie'/><category term='plaja'/><category term='anna karenina'/><category term='intrebari'/><category term='anormala'/><category term='valentine`s day'/><category term='tudor chirila'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='suferinta'/><category term='citate'/><category term='vladimir nabokov'/><category term='sila'/><category term='dependent'/><category term='prietenie'/><category term='ploaie'/><category term='viata'/><category term='vama'/><category term='calculator'/><title type='text'>Viata in culori</title><subtitle type='html'>"Si astfel, in loc sa aiba gust cosmic, dimineata are gustul pastei de dinti."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6642658377701984624</id><published>2010-03-14T15:01:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:33:16.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mecanica inimii - Mathias Malzieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S5zhkjh7LdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0a4LolkanGc/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S5zhkjh7LdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0a4LolkanGc/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448477667340529106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ce caraghios e sa-ti poti lua inima intre degete! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am terminat-o de mult, dar evenimente exterioare( vremea urata , pe care o detest) si interioare ( frica de CAE) m-au cam oprit sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practic, la aceasta carte nu prea ai motive sa cauti semnficatii ascunse timp de 2 saptamani asa cum se intampla la "Viata pe un peron". Complexitatea ei este creata chiar de simplitatea cu care este scrisa, dar si de efectul imediat de plutire pe care il simti cand o citesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povestea graviteaza in jurul unui baietel , Jack, renegat de mama la nastere, ce ramane la un fel de adapost al ciudatilor, condus de dr. Madeleine. Ce este asa de magic si inedit in legatura cu acest copil? La nastere, inima lui avea probleme, asa ca in loc de inima, are un ...ceas. Un splendid ceas de lemn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Daca nu va plac povestile fantastice, puteti sa va opriti din citit acum)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai important sfat pe care il primeste este sa nu se indragosteasca pentru ca ceasul nu va rezista sentimentelor de iubire. Si ghiciti ce ?Incalca regula ca un copil neastamparat, se indragosteste de o fata, pe care nu o cunoaste, nu o a vazut-o decat o singura data si al carei nume nu il stia, dar nici nu avea nevoie pentru ca o alinta  "Micuta cantareata". Astfel, baietelul porneste o lunga calatorie in cautarea fetei, pe care o gaseste dupa multa vreme la un circ. Totul ar fi minunat pana aici, cei doi se iubesc, traiesc impreuna, desi oarecum pe furis, dar ce e cel mai important, au sentimente reciproce. Doar ca, apare factorul gelozie, care il distruge si nu doar atat, ii distruge relatia, inima si visele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce urmeaza, va las pe voi sa aflati. Mie insa, mi-a provocat o "confruntare cu realitatea", aducandu-ma de la stadiul de visare undeva mult mai jos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca si sufletul tau tanjeste dupa povesti incredibile de iubire, citeste cartea, dar nu fi dezamagit daca visele iti vor fi spulberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Georgia;  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;"- De ce cari toate ouale astea?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca sunt umplute cu amintiri. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/u1:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;u1:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/u1:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u2:view&gt;Normal&lt;u2:zoom&gt;0&lt;u2:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u2:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u2:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u2:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u2:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u2:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u2:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u2:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u2:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u2:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u2:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u2:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u2:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u2:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u2:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u2:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u2:view&gt;  &lt;/u2:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u3:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u3:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;"Atunci sa stii ca asta-i nimica toata pe langa ce ti se poate intampla daca te indragostesti. Mai devreme sau mai tarziu, o sa platesti cu multa suferinta intreaga bucurie care te cuprinde cand iubesti. Si cu cat vei iubi mai mult, cu atat durerea pe care o vei simti va fi mai ascutita. Vei cunoaste dorul, chinurile geloziei si ale incertitudinii, senzatia ca esti respins si ca ti se face o mare nedreptate. Frigul o sa-ti macine oasele, iar sangele se va preschimba in sloiuri de gheata ratacind pe sub piele, prin tot trupul. Mecanismul inimii tale va sari in aer. Eu ti-am pus ceasul, asa ca stiu pe dinafara cat poate duce. Pesemne ca forta fericirii nu-l va dobori. Dar nu e destul de voinic ca sa indure chinurile dragostei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;"Intai de toate, nu atinge acele. In al doilea rand , stapaneste-ti mania. In al treilea rand, niciodata, nici in vecii vecilor, nu te indragosti. Caci atunci, pentru totdeauna, acul care arata orele la ceasornicul inimii tale iti va strapunge pielea, oasele ti se vor sfarama, iar mecanica inimii se va strica iarasi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;"Dar in zadar mi-e ceasornicul atat de fragil, ca micuta cantareata s-a instalat in inima mea confortabil. Si-a imprastiat valizele grele ca plumbul prin toate ungherele si , totusi, niciodata nu m-am simtit mai usor ca in clipa cand am intalnit-o."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;"Imi freamata tot sangele, sunt fericit. Un acces de bucurie pura. Visurile dospesc in mine, ca un aluat in vatra, si sunt gata sa devina realitate. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maine&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, imi iau avant din varful dealului, umflu panzele si-mi indrept corabia spre scoala!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u4:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u4:view&gt;Normal&lt;u4:zoom&gt;0&lt;u4:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u4:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u4:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u4:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u4:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u4:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u4:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u4:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u4:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u4:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u4:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u4:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u4:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u4:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u4:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u4:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u4:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u4:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u4:view&gt;  &lt;/u4:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u5:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u5:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;"- Pot sa dau timpul inapoi schimband sensul acelor de ceasornic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;- Nici sa nu-ti treaca prin minte, o sa fortezi rotitele si o sa te doara rau. Nu pot sa faci nimic. Niciodata nu putem reveni asupra faptelor savarsite in trecut, chiar daca avem un ceasornic in inima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u6:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u6:view&gt;Normal&lt;u6:zoom&gt;0&lt;u6:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u6:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u6:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u6:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u6:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u6:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u6:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u6:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u6:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u6:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u6:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u6:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u6:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u6:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u6:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u6:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u6:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u6:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u6:view&gt;  &lt;/u6:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u7:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u7:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;"Ne iubim ca doua bete de chibrituri. Nu vorbim, ci ne aprindem. Nu ne sarutam, ci provocam incendii. Cat sunt de inalt, de un metru saizeci si sase, corpul mi-e zgaltait de un cutremur de pamant. Inima evadeaza din invelisul-inchisoare, se scure prin artere, imi ajunge in teasta si se preschimba in creier. Sunt tot o inima, de la fiecare muschi pana la in varful degetelor! Pretutindeni, raze de soare arzator, pasiune roz cu reflexe rosii."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u8:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u8:view&gt;Normal&lt;u8:zoom&gt;0&lt;u8:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u8:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u8:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u8:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u8:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u8:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u8:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u8:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u8:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u8:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u8:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u8:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u8:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u8:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u8:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u8:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u8:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u8:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u8:view&gt;  &lt;/u8:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u9:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u9:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;"E timpul sa-mi strang iar bagajele intesate cu vise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;"M-as arunca direct in pat. Sigur as mai gasi sub perna cateva vise din copilarie... si-as cauta sa nu le strivesc sub povara grijilor de adult care mi s-au cuibarit sub frunte." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3RTtmBy70I/AAAAAAAAAgU/KDPxYchi-SE/s320/p-kagaya_zodiac_cal2002_08_leo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437062692910329666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incercand sa ma definesc, sa ma identific, sa ma analizez, nu m-am gandit niciodata sa apelez la horoscop sau la astre. Singura legatura cu horoscopul era cel din reviste, citit fugitiv, despre care oricum nu prea am o parere prea buna, pentru simplul fapt ca nu s-a adeverit in cele mai multe cazuri.&lt;br /&gt;Cum &lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; mi-a aruncat un bulgare-leapsa, am incercat sa aflu cat mai multe despre mine, la nivel de Leu. Suna impunator, nu? De mica mi s-a spus ca seman cu o leoaica, pentru ca aparam tot ce iubeam si ce imi apartinea. Simtul proprietatii isi spune cuvantul de cele mai multe ori, nu imi place sa impart chiar tot, dar sunt oarecum o exceptie, ma consider chiar generoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Egoista? Nu prea mult, imi place sa ii vad pe cei din jurul meu multumiti, daca ei nu sunt, energia lor negativa se transmite asupra mea.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca toata,prin definitie sunt o mare exceptie. Nu imi place sa fiu in centrul atentiei, ba chiar ma feresc de priviri insistente, si de cele mai multe ori nu am incredere in puterea mea. Cand trebuie sa vorbesc si in fata unei audiente, am trac si ma panichez si uneori ma si impiedic(nu sunt leii foarte gratiosi?!) . Totusi, desi nu imi place ca universul sa se invarta in jurul meu, imi place, asemeni unui leu sa fiu apreciat pentru lucrurile pe care le fac, si ca sa fiu rea cu mine insami, imi place sa-mi fie gadilat orgoliul. Nu pot trai fara aprecieri.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, unde regasesc leoaica? Probabil in culoarea parului si la felul in care imi sta dupa baie. Moral, da,leii sunt foarte posesivi si aici nu mai fac exceptie! Sunt in stare de orice daca sunt indragostita. Ce-i al meu(ma refer la iubiti), e doar al meu, si al nimanui altcuiva. La capitolul asta nu mai sunt asa generoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Facand o analogie cu leul, stapanul animalelor, e clar ca nu pot trai singura, mi se pare cea mai mare povara, sa sufar de singuratate. Intotdeauna simt nevoia sa iau legatura cu cineva, chiar si pentru a-i spune doar buna. Iubesc sa fiu inconjurata de prieteni, de oameni cu care am ce discuta, pentru ca, sa nu uitam leii sunt destul de vanitosi si legatura nu se stabileste imediat.&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a mai spus ca sunt nobila, loiala,optimista si amuzanta. Aici, dau dreptate, chiar asa sunt, fara pic de modestie. Prietenii stiu cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Semn de foc?! Claaarr, (ard in flacari) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisa&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Di&lt;/a&gt;, voi ce lucruri interesante ati aflat despre zodia voastra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5337576342197492870?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5337576342197492870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5337576342197492870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5337576342197492870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5337576342197492870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2010/02/leu-sau-doar-o-exceptie-de-la-regula.html' title='Leu sau doar o exceptie de la regula?'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3RTtmBy70I/AAAAAAAAAgU/KDPxYchi-SE/s72-c/p-kagaya_zodiac_cal2002_08_leo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4464256331582810953</id><published>2010-02-11T18:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:36:58.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Incaldurita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3Qx8b4pC8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/jgPE6mjw9ao/s1600-h/cute-wallpaper-forever-friends-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3Qx8b4pC8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/jgPE6mjw9ao/s320/cute-wallpaper-forever-friends-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437025564490271682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitasem cat de bine te face sa te simti o pereche de sosete flausate calde si uscate dupa o zi de inotat prin fluvii gen : amazon de cfr, volga de cinema independenta, dunarea de bulevard, nil de 9mai.&lt;br /&gt;Si uitasem si cat de minunat e sa vorbesti cu prietenele de tot felul de nimicuri, sa razi de disperarea cautarii semnalului in "buncar", sa bei lapte si sa mananci biscuiti si sa (nu) te uiti la filme horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi iubesc prietenele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pi.es: Inca astept primavara, nu ma dau batuta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4464256331582810953?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4464256331582810953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4464256331582810953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4464256331582810953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4464256331582810953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2010/02/uitasem-cat-de-bine-te-face-sa-te-simti.html' title='&quot;Incaldurita&quot;'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3Qx8b4pC8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/jgPE6mjw9ao/s72-c/cute-wallpaper-forever-friends-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6944740362017261066</id><published>2010-02-09T22:20:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:50:15.012+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scris pe trup - Jeanette Winterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3HIKpj_Y4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mi8BP0yQJDw/s1600-h/scris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3HIKpj_Y4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mi8BP0yQJDw/s320/scris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436346310493954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Vreau sa imi asum acest risc pentru ca viata pe care am pus-o la pastrare a inceput sa se mucegaiasca."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In primul rand,vreau sa ii multumesc &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Alexandrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ca mi-a imprumutat o bucatica de rai. O bucata mare, de fapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca as face o recenzie "ca la carte", mi-ar lua ore intregi sa scriu si sa descifrez continutul cartii. Nici nu pot, ma blocheaza ceva. Cartea asta e probabil una din cele mai bune pe care le-am citit. Si aici nu ma refer la critica sau la ce considera altii, ci strict la parerea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un EU descrie o poveste extraordinara de iubire, care evita cliseele, care este simtita prin disperarea cu care cei 2 o traiesc.Visul oricarui om este sa gaseasca iubirea care te macina, te distruge, dar care te face masochist pentru ca nu poti renunta la ea. .Aici,in carte,  dragostea lor trece de orice nivel, de orice boala, de orice lucu marginit. Pentru ca ei o descopera ca pe ceva sfant, ceva ce nu au trait in niciodata. Finalul, care nu este mai prejos de tot continutul, lasa loc de interpretari, facandu-te sa te gandeste la intelesuri zile intregi. Cel putin mie asa mi s-a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deci, daca vrei sa citesti o carte diferita de tot ce ai citit, sa te opresti din pagina in pagina sa notezi citate, iti recomand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Scris pe trup"&lt;/span&gt;. E orgasmica, te asigur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pi.es: Am scos citate cat jumatate din carte, si ca sa va dati seama ce minunatie am avut in fata ochilor, pot sa spun ca ar fi trebuit scrisa toata ca un mare citat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Mi-ai zis “Te iubesc”. De ce lucrul cel mai lipsit de originalitate pe care ni l-am putea spune este, de fiecare data, cel pe care asteptam sa-l auzim? Nici tu, nici eu n-am fost primii care le-au rostit si totusi cand le spui tu si cand le spun eu suntem ca niste salbatici care au dat peste doua cuvinte si au inceput sa le venereze. Le-am venerat si eu, la randul meu, insa acum sunt o fiinta solitara, aflata pe o stanca taiata din propriu-mi trup."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Dragostea cere sa fie exprimata. Nu vrea sa stea cuminte, sa pastreze tacerea, sa fie buna si modesta, sa fie doar vazuta, dar si nu auzita, nu . Ea va izbucni in vorbe de lauda, nota cea inalta ce sparge sticla si varsa lichidul din pahare. Ea nu e genul conservator. E un vanator de prada mare, si prada ei esti tu. E-un joc blestemat. Cum sa continui jocul, atunci cand regulile lui se schimba intruna?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[…]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dragostea pune lumea in miscare. Iubirea e oarba. Singurul lucru de care avem nevoie este dragostea. N-a murit nimeni de iubire neimpartasita.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliseele sunt cele care ne fac atata rau.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;n tacere e mult mai greu sa faci fata intrebarilor importante, celor cu mai mult de un raspuns, celor fara de raspuns. Odata puse, ele nu se evapora lasandu-ti mintea prada unor fantasme mai senine. Odata rostite, ele capata si dimensiune si consistenta materiala, iti pun piedica pe trepte sit e trezesc in toiul noptii. O gaura neagra ce devoreaza tot ce o inconjoara, si nici macar lumina nu resuseste sa scape. Atunci e mai bines a nu pui intrebari? E mai bines a fii un porc multumit decat un Socrate nefericit? Dat fiind ca industrializarea agriculturii a facut ca viata porcilor sa fie mai grea decat a cea filozofilor, am sa risc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Si si-a pus manusile albe, ca sa nu lase amprente atunci cand a batut in inima mea si am crezut ca numele lui e Iubire." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Recent aflasem ca A TE INDRAGOSTI se poate scrie si A FACE ECHILIBRISTICA MORTALA LA OCHI."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nu-ti dai niciodata inima cu totul, o imprumuti doar, din cand in cand. Daca nu ar fi asa, atunci cum ai putea sa ti-o iei inapoi fara sa ceri voie nimanui?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"E fericirea intotdeauna doar un compromis?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Nimeni nu poate legifera dragostea; nu i se pot da ordine si nu poate fi lingusita si facuta sa-ti dea ascultare. Iubirea isi apartine doar siesi, e surda la rugaminti si nu o poti cere prin violenta. Dragostea nu e ceva ce poti negocia. Iubirea e singurul lucru mai puternic decat dorinta si unicul motiv logic pentru care poti rezista tentatiei. Exista oameni care spun ca poti baricada usa, tinand astfel afara ispita, cei care cred ca dorintele ratacite pot fi alungate din&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;inima asemenea zarafilor de pe langa temple. Poate chiar reusesc, daca iti tii sub control slabiciunile zi si nopate, nu te uiti, nu mirosi, nu visezi."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Articulatia degetelor, limbajul surdomutilor insemnand pe trup setea de trupul celuilalt. Cine te-a invatat sa-mi scrii pe spate cu sange? Cine te-a invatat sa-ti folosesti mainile ca pe un fier inrosit? Ti-ai gravat numele pe umerii mei, m-ai marcat ca apartinandu-ti. Buricele degetelor tale s-au preschimbat in presa de tipar, imi imprimi un mesaj corpului meu. Codul tau morse interfereaza cu bataia inimii mele. Inainte de a te intalni, inima-mi batea rugulat, ma bazam pe ritmul ei, avusese perioade de mare activitate si se intarise. Acum tu ii modifici ritmul cu propriul tau ritm, canti la mine, bati darabana pe mine, iar eu iti raspund incordandu-ma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scris pe trup e un cod secret vizibil doar intr-o anumita lumina; acolo sunt acumularile de-o viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[…] Nu stiam ca Louise are maini care pot citi. M-a tradus, recreandu-ma in propria ei carte.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Am ascuns aceste cuvinte in captuseala hainei. Le-am scos acum afara, ca un hot de bijuterii care-si admira prada atunci cand nu-l vede nimeni. Scrisul a ramas la fel, n-a palit.Nimic legat de tine n-a palit. Inca mai esti culoarea sangelui meu. Esti sangele meu. Cand ma uit in oglinda, nu chipul meu e cel pe care-l vad. Trupul tau de doua ori. O data tu, o data eu. De unde pot sti care esti tu si care sunt eu?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6944740362017261066?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6944740362017261066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6944740362017261066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6944740362017261066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6944740362017261066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2010/02/scris-pe-trup-jeanette-winterson.html' title='Scris pe trup - Jeanette Winterson'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/S3HIKpj_Y4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mi8BP0yQJDw/s72-c/scris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3663012154760270366</id><published>2010-02-03T22:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:51:21.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare umanitara. Catre gheatza.</title><content type='html'>Draga gheatza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite, am o problema cu tine si nu stiu cum sa iti zic.&lt;br /&gt;Am impresia ca nu ma suporti. Se prea poate ca sentimentul sa fie reciproc, mai ales dupa caderea minunata de ieri demna de cel mai "antrenat" patinator . Banuiesc ca si tu ai ras de mine, dar pe mine nu m-a amuzat deloc. Sa fii in 2 locuri deodata( si aici ma refer la un picior in taxi, unul pe jos, si fundul intre, mai mult pe tine), nu e chiar placut. Stii, inca ma mai doare posteriorul( asta asa, ca sa folosesc un limbaj frumos).&lt;br /&gt;Si vad ca tot iti bati joc de mine. Mi-ai mai pregatit o cadere victorioasa chiar in centru. Macar daca era intr-un loc obscur, dar nu, trebuia sa ma vada toata lumea. Cred ca ai ceva cu mine. Asa ca vreau sa lamurim. Mi-as dori din tot sufletul ca prietena mea primavara, pe care o astept inca de la prima zapada, sa apara mai repede si sa te topeasca. Stii, am BAC-ul, n-am nevoie de maini, picioare rupte sau de cap spart. Asa ca fac apel la umanitatea ta, lasa-ma in pace!  Eu inteleg ca suferi de singuratate si ca nu iti place sa fii calcata in picioare, dar crede-ma, te ocolesc cat pot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mai imbratiseaza-te si cu altii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Cu drag (sau nu chiar),&lt;br /&gt;                                      a ta impiedicata,&lt;br /&gt;                                                Mara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3663012154760270366?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3663012154760270366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3663012154760270366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3663012154760270366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3663012154760270366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrisoare-umanitara-catre-gheatza.html' title='Scrisoare umanitara. Catre gheatza.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3966442725537608730</id><published>2010-01-30T19:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:00:06.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schimbare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am o problema cu trecutul, recunosc. Nu ma pot detasa de el. Nici de EL. Traiesc inca in vara trecuta cand ne vedeam de 3 ori pe saptamana, ne iubeam pasional, aveam fluturi in stomac in fiecare secunda a zilei. Acum, ma intreb in fiecare zi ce s-a schimbat. Si imi dau seama. Tu n-ai mai venit nici macar o data pe saptamana. Suntem prieteni, cica. Sper ca iti va placea cadoul meu. Si te vei bucura de el cu cine vrei tu. Probabil nu cu mine. Nu, nu e nicio problema. Poate o sa realizez ca trebuie sa traiesc in prezent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am gandit ca pe viitor sa o las mai moale cu nemultumirile mele, care oricum au stresat de-a lungul timpului cateva persoane, facand din acest loc, nu un spatiu colorat, ci unul sobru , care arata cat de mult nu imi placeau unele lucruri, nu invers. Asa ca, m-am hotarat ca activitatea sa fie realizata mai mult din recenzii de carte, sau de filme, asta daca timpul imi va permite. Din nou, scuza timpului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asa ca, de azi o sa pun putin cearceaful pe viata virtuala si o sa ma bucur de cea reala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pi.es&lt;/span&gt; mic pentru &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;: La multi ani! Si pentru ca mi-a placut atat de tare postul tau de aseara, o sa il pun si aici , sa ii fac putina reclama :D  &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubirea-noastra-toata-i-un-defect.html"&gt;click click click click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3966442725537608730?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3966442725537608730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3966442725537608730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3966442725537608730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3966442725537608730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2010/01/schimbare.html' title='Schimbare.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1126853053356379366</id><published>2009-12-29T22:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:40:02.621+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanta cu 3 serii de vise</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Şi îmi spune că în viaţă e de preferat să ai amintiri urâte decât să ai regrete.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred că sunt mai bune regretele, pentru că alea le poţi prelucra, îţi poţi imagina ce final îţi place, în timp ce amintirile urâte au deja un final, nu le poţi schimba. Mai bine o poveste nerezolvată, pe care o poţi strânge în mâini că pe plastilină, ca să-i dai ce formă vrei tu.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut multe lucururi anul asta, dar mai putine decat speram anul trecut. Am avut si regrete si amintiri neplacute, insa cred ca pot sa spun ca lucrurile placute au fost partea mai grea a balantei. De iubit, da, am iubit mult si pasional. Ca n-a fost exact ce m-am asteptat, asta e. Mai incercam si la anu`. Cine stie ce fat-frumos ma asteapta si eu am stat ca fraiera cu ochii inchisi pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;De aici, primul lucru pe care mi-l doresc pentru 2010 e sa fiu mai atenta la sansele care imi sunt oferite si sa nu le mai dau cu piciorul. Altceva ce vreau cu disperare este sa intru la REI , daca se poate la fara taxa, daca nu, asta e. Tot la capitolul realizari tin neaparat sa iau Cambridge-ul, acum chiar nu se mai poate amana.&lt;br /&gt;Pe plan emotional si afectiv sunt destule lucururi. First of all, sa o iau de la zero, sa uit mare parte din trecut sau sa pastrez doar ce nu m-a durut si nu m-a afectat si sa scap de amintirile alea oribile din vara trecuta. Vreau sa am un nou inceput, sa devin o alta EU, mai curajoasa( m-ar tenta un bungee-jumping) , sa traiesc in realitate si sa nu ma mai ascund intr-o lume ideala, sa nu mai fiu timida si sa ma sperii intr-o camera plina de necunoscuti, sa am mai multa incredere in fizicul si capacitatea de a trece peste probleme. Imi doresc sa nu ma mai afecteze toate nimicurile altora, sa reusesc cumva sa ma detasez si, daca se poate sa scap de frica de mortea prin impuscatura si fobia de gandaci, ma declar implinita.&lt;br /&gt;Pi.es: Inca imi doresc acel baiat care sa fie doar al meu (da, da isi spune cuvantul posesivitatea mea)&lt;br /&gt;AAA, Si daca nu cer prea mult, sa am inspiratie pentru a continua activitatea pe blog, care a fost aproape de 0 in ultima vreme. Bine, oricum nu pot sa zic ca am fost vreodata izbita de un val de creativitate si nu stiu  de ce mai tin blogul deschis, pentru ca la urma urmei nu prea am comunicat mai nimic interesant sau atractiv de cand il am. Trebuie sa ma mai gandesc la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu speranta ca ne vom reciti cu drag la anul, mult mai inspirati, mai fericiti si cu forte proaspete pentru BAC si admitere, va urez LA MULTI ANI!&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1126853053356379366?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1126853053356379366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1126853053356379366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1126853053356379366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1126853053356379366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/12/bilant-cu-3-serii-de-vise.html' title='Balanta cu 3 serii de vise'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-685972689571052021</id><published>2009-12-24T21:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:07:35.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Craciun fericit!</title><content type='html'>Nu detin prea multa inspiratie si originalitate in ultima vreme, dar pot macar sa va urez un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Craciun fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Si ca un mic pi.es: Sa stiti ca iar am multa salata..Deci, care doriti, va astept la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pi.es 2: Sa vi se implineasca toate dorintele si sa aveti noroc chiar daca nu l-ati atins pe Vasilica ( eu l-am mangaiat azi)&lt;br /&gt;Pi.es 3: Cred ca o sa revin peste cateva zile cu un mic bilant .&lt;br /&gt;Inca un pi.es : "Mai vreau 2 vin cu fuchs" , pentru cunoscatori ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-685972689571052021?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/685972689571052021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=685972689571052021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/685972689571052021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/685972689571052021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/12/craciun-fericit.html' title='Craciun fericit!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8755042530628959879</id><published>2009-12-12T13:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:16:11.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prima ninsoare :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rococolila/636484aa58ae32.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rococolila/636484aa58ae32.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nicu Alifantis - Decembre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8755042530628959879?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8755042530628959879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8755042530628959879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8755042530628959879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8755042530628959879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/12/decembre.html' title='Decembre'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4124826161176732797</id><published>2009-12-08T22:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:13:19.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Daca viata nu-ti zambeste, gadil-o."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/paulselio/f2022bd1e584f7.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/paulselio/f2022bd1e584f7.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 - Life Is Wonderful - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4124826161176732797?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4124826161176732797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4124826161176732797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4124826161176732797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4124826161176732797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/12/daca-viata-nu-ti-zambeste-gadil-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1299930660166278329</id><published>2009-12-01T12:04:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:53:16.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicolas Gouny</title><content type='html'>Am descoperit in revista PeTocuri, pe care am primit-o ieri, un artist cel putin interesant. M-am gandit ca v-ar placea si voua, mie mi-a inseninat seara si nu ma pot satura sa ii admir ilustratiile, care desi sunt pentru copii, mie tot mi-au adus zambetul pe buze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site Nicolas Gouny &lt;a href="http://www.la-parenthese-enchantee.fr/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SxUApH5whSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A3uRIxYUVuw/s1600/The_poor_lover_by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SxUApH5whSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A3uRIxYUVuw/s320/The_poor_lover_by_ploop26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410231233851458850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SxTq5e2IFpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CwtWPMy9vAM/s1600/1207316890RFxK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SxTq5e2IFpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CwtWPMy9vAM/s320/1207316890RFxK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410207325632337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1299930660166278329?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1299930660166278329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1299930660166278329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1299930660166278329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1299930660166278329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicolas-gouny.html' title='Nicolas Gouny'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SxUApH5whSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A3uRIxYUVuw/s72-c/The_poor_lover_by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2632413269597277993</id><published>2009-11-28T22:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:54:47.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>* 19.08.2007: "M-a tinut toata seara de mana, m-a luat in brate si m-a condus acasa. Cert e ca n-am putut sa dorm toata noaptea. Simteam o combinatie ciudata de extaz , teama si agonie. Azi, chiar cred ca totul a fost un vis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de astfel de sentimente, mi-e dor de nopti nedormite din cauza LUI.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de evadari din rutina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2632413269597277993?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2632413269597277993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2632413269597277993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2632413269597277993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2632413269597277993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8744827127266325544</id><published>2009-11-21T18:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:39:56.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi de primavara</title><content type='html'>A fost o zi superba, calda, am scapat cel putin pentru cateva ore de paltonul de iarna. &lt;br /&gt;Azi, am lasat soarele sa imi patrunda toti porii corpului, sa ma incarce cu energie.&lt;br /&gt;Si am zambit oamenilor pe strada, care neobisnuiti cu asemenea gesturi s-au incruntat. Dar nu-i nimic, nimeni nu va strica ziua asta speciala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e problema oamenilor, au uitat sa zambeasca. Din fericire, eu nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8744827127266325544?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8744827127266325544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8744827127266325544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8744827127266325544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8744827127266325544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/11/zi-de-primavara.html' title='Zi de primavara'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6716263675892593986</id><published>2009-11-20T20:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:55:34.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata pe un peron - Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SwgaVdKpL0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/lvC6V52XdEM/s1600/viata-pe-un-peron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SwgaVdKpL0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/lvC6V52XdEM/s320/viata-pe-un-peron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406600308567125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O carte pe care nu pot sa o comentez. Are atat de multe semnificatii , incat si acum, dupa cateva zile de la terminarea ei, inca mai "diger" informatii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Va las cateva citate, sperand ca v-am convins sa o cititi. Merita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Ceasul de pe peron, care in prima clipa mi s-a parut un ceas obisnuit, cum exista in toate garile, arata limpede ca timpul insusi a incetat aici sa curga normal. Numai minutarul se invarteste. Cealalta limba sta nemiscata; s-a impotmolit parka in malul unei ore si nu mai poate inainta. De aceea, va dati seama, si mersul minutarului a devenit zadarnic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Am si un decalog aici. Eu l-am scris si tot eu l-am atarnat pe peretele salii de asteptare. Cum ridic ochii, il vad. Si de fiecare data imi repet una din cele zece porunci. De fiecare data una singura, ca sa ma conving s-o urmez.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iata-le cum suna: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prima porunca: Sa astepti oricat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A doua porunca: Sa astepti orice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A treia porunca: Sa nu-ti amintesti, in schimb orice. Nu sunt bune decat amintirile care te ajuta sa traiesti in present. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A patra porunca: Sa nu numeri zilele. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cincea porunca: Sa nu uiti ca orice asteptare e provizorie, chiar daca dureaza toata viata. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sasea porunca: Repeta ca nu exista pustiu. Exista doar incapacitatea noastra de a umple golul in care traim. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A saptea porunca: Nu pune in aceeasi oala rugaciunea si Dumnezeu. Rugaciunea este uneori o forma de a spera a celui ce nu indrazneste sa spere singur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A opta porunca: Daca gandul asta te ajuta, nu cauta sa recunosti ca speri neavand altceva mai bun de facut sau chiar pentru a te feri de urmarile faptului ca nu faci nimic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A noua porunca: Binecuvanteaza ocazia de a-ti apartine in intregime. Singuratea e o tarfa care nu te invinuieste ca esti egoist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A zecea porunca: Aminteste-ti ca paradisul a fost, aproape sigur, intr-o grota."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Ursitoarele erau bete, probabil, cand au venit la capataiul meu sau, plictisite, au vrut sa se amuze. Au facut din mine un fel de acrobat fara plasa. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Noi suntem ca un cantec, nu credeti? Un cantec nu se poate canta niciodata de la sfarsit spre inceput. Trebuie sa-l canti totdeauna indreptandu-te spre sfarsit. Pe parcurs, in timp ce canti inca si muzica te imbata, iti dai seama ca sfarsitul se apropie totusi, oricat l-ai amana. Incerci sa lungesti putin notele, dar asta nu da cantecul inapoi, nu reinvie ceea ce a murit din muzica intre timp. Amani doar sfarsitul. Te incapatanezi sa nu recunosti o evidenta. Ca orice cantec are un sfarsit. Oricat ar fi de frumoasa o melodie, vine o clipa cand ea e acoperita de tacere. Cand tacerea e mai puternica decat muzica. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu exista decat frumuseti trecatoare. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eterna e doar tacerea.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.t  {mso-style-name:t;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Or, pierderea dragostei este, am descoperit atunci, raul cel mai mare care i se poate intampla unui om. Putem trai fara Dumnezeu, dar nu putem trai linistiti fara dragoste."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;"Dragostea e o luptă între două suflete şi între două trupuri în care uneori nu e niciun învingător, alteori nu e niciun învins."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.t  {mso-style-name:t;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Destul de des, omul este un fel de romancier ratat al propriei sale vieti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;"Nu există pustiu; ci doar neputinţa noastră de a umple golul în care trăim.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Singura explicatie pe care mi-am putut-o da e ca orice revenire e, probabil, o iluzie, chiar daca o dorim cu tot dinadinsul. Nu mergem decat inainte."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"  “Fetito, trenul a sosit, a tras la peron. Incotro doresti sa mearga? Spre care din visurile tale? Si cine doresti sa fie pasagerii?”  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.t  {mso-style-name:t;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;"Greseala oamenilor a fost ca niciodata nu s-au priceput sa se uite langa ei. Li s-a parut ca daca fericirea exista, ea trebuie sa fie inaccesibila sau, oricum, foarte greu de atins. Dincolo de orizontul lor."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Pustiul m-a facut sa inteleg ca nu sunt destul de puternic pentru a nu iubi pe nimeni."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Si astfel, in loc sa aiba gust cosmic, dimineata are gustul pastei de dinti."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6716263675892593986?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6716263675892593986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6716263675892593986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6716263675892593986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6716263675892593986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/11/viata-pe-un-peron-octavian-paler.html' title='Viata pe un peron - Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SwgaVdKpL0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/lvC6V52XdEM/s72-c/viata-pe-un-peron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3400686817287595636</id><published>2009-10-31T11:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:48:49.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrale si utili.</title><content type='html'>Nevoie urgenta de meditatii la integrale! Lucrare marti.  Se ofera cineva?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fara a avea vreo legatura cu fericirea data de reusita rezolvarii unei integrale, mi-am adus aminte dimineata de un citat al profei de economie care mi-a pus niste semne de intrebare : "Ar insemna ca fericirea se masoara in utili."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; De ce au ales marii economisti utilii si nu zambete, saruturi sau imbratisari ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3400686817287595636?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3400686817287595636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3400686817287595636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3400686817287595636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3400686817287595636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/10/integrale-si-utili.html' title='Integrale si utili.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1196675482298581944</id><published>2009-10-23T19:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:17:54.224+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca in loc de ochi duiosi, vedeam mereu ochi tulburi.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca acele momente de fericire in familie au fost atat de putine incat nici nu mi le mai aduc aminte.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca divortul vostru mi-a afectat viata mai mult decat am crezut pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu mai pot sa am incredere in niciun barbat..toti sunt la fel pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tu, ca tata nu mi-ai oferit sprijinul de care am avut nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca acum e mult prea tarziu sa iti mai para rau.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu stiu ce e o familie adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ma doare.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vreau atat de mult sa te urasc pentru toata copilaria plina de certuri si reprosuri.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu prea imi iese punctul de mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu meriti nici macar un pic de compasiune sau iubire din partea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ai jurat de cel putin 5 ori ca te vei schimba. Rezultatul? Ai fost la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu mai poti repara nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu ne mai leaga nimic in afara de expresia : "tatal meu"&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toata dragostea de copil irosita in van.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ma sufoc si nu mai pot sa tin in mine.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca multe lucruri le-am facut ca sa ma apar de suferinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine TATA, toate lacrimile din momentul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Poate sa imi fie dor de ceva ce nu am avut niciodata?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuHdVH0d0hI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fTj7O8bVlnU/s1600-h/tata-si-copilul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuHdVH0d0hI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fTj7O8bVlnU/s320/tata-si-copilul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837183512662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poate acum, multi vor intelege de ce am actionat sau nu in anumite situatii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pi.es: imi cer scuze ca v-am stricat seara de vineri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1196675482298581944?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1196675482298581944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1196675482298581944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1196675482298581944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1196675482298581944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuHdVH0d0hI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fTj7O8bVlnU/s72-c/tata-si-copilul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3066678287076355932</id><published>2009-10-11T22:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:34:38.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invingatorul este intotdeauna singur - Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/StIyfHE9n2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/RoYqgW9RvzI/s1600-h/invingatorul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/StIyfHE9n2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/RoYqgW9RvzI/s320/invingatorul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391427213973102434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asteptam romanul asta de cel putin 2 luni , mai precis de cand am aflat ca e in tiparire in alte tari. Am fost rabdatoare si pot sa spun ca nu mi-au fost inselate asteptarile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invingatorul este intotdeauna singur" este un roman al societaii actuale, al lumii superficiale in care traim, al "Superclasei" , al Puterii, al oamenilor dominati de setea de bani . Daca nu ati mai citit de mult un thriller bun, acesta este alegera perfecta. Tesaturi fine de panza de paianjen,  personaje care voit sau nu, distrug vietile altora, actiune, astea sunt expresiile ce ar putea defini acest roman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi la Festivalul de Film de la Cannes. IgorMalev  este personajul principal al cartii, un miliardar care a reusit sa se imbogateasca cu ajutorul mafiotilor rusi imediat dupa caderea comunismului. Este un soi de nebun care se crede trimisul lui Dumnezeu pe Pamant si face doar ce ii dicteaza EL. Isi dezvinovateste crimele  spunand ca a facut un bine victimelor, ca le-a salvat de la suferinta. De fapt, este doar egoist . O vrea inapoi pe fosta lui sotie, dar pe parcurs isi da seama ca nici nu o mai iubeste. Asta nu il opreste totusi sa ucida.Nu mi-a venit sa cred cate "universuri" distruge pentru a putea fi cu persoana iubita, Ewa. Din punctul meu de vedere deznodamantul e pe masura lumii actuale, unde happy-end-urile nu mai sunt de mult la moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moda e doar un fel de a spune:  Sunt din lumea voastra! Port uniforma armatei voastre, nu trageti! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" - Ce inseamna sa distrugi lumea? Il intreba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Sa distrugi pur si simplu o viata. Un intreg univers sa dispara. Tot ce omul a vazut, a simtit, toate lucrurile bune si rele cu care s-a intalnit pe drumul vietii, toate visurile, sperantele, infrangerile si victoriile, totul inceteaza sa mai existe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pacatul in numele binelui e o virtute, iar virtutea in numele raului e un pacat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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Hai sa toastam. In amintirea acelor vremuri.. pline de pasiune si roseata in obraji..si par zburatacit..si cearceafuri aruncate pe jos...si febra trupurilor pline de dorinta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi-as dori sa mai fii din cand in cand zaharul din cafeaua mea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062903698643138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SruWLfwXWMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QgG-5rqBWHE/s320/cafea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-687357805017703351?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/687357805017703351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=687357805017703351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/687357805017703351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/687357805017703351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/cafea-cu-amintiri.html' title='Cafea cu amintiri'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SruWLfwXWMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QgG-5rqBWHE/s72-c/cafea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5099807735250890473</id><published>2009-09-24T13:43:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:04:50.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Activitatea blogului s-a cam redus in ultima vreme, mi-am luat pisu si asta mi-a dat ceva batai de cap si nopti nedormite. Nici pe la scoala nu o duc foarte grozav, datorita lipsei de somn.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, am incercat sa imi fac timp pentru leapsa &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisei&lt;/a&gt;, sa mai ies putin din agitatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau un somn de 12 ore...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau prietenii adevarate...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa scap de incertitudinea asta a Bac-ului ...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa iau admiterea la REI...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o mini-vacanta la mare...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau nisip in tenesi si in rucsac...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa intalnesc "iubirea" ...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mai dau cu piciorul sanselor...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa imi indeplinesc visele si dorintele...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ii spun unui baiat "You are orgasmic" pe bune...(replica &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandrei&lt;/a&gt; :D )&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa incep iar sa citesc mult, in ultima vreme am lenevit...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca macar pentru o zi sa nu imi pese daca cineva ma critica sau ma raneste...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa rad mult...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau cat mai multe iesiri cu prietenii...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu treaca a XII-a ...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu devin melancolica din cauza toamnei si a iernii...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o clatita uriasa de la mare...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa le zambesc oamenilor pe strada fara motiv...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca facultatea sa nu strice prietenii vechi...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca pisu sa se acomodeze si sa invete si ea ca noaptea e pentru dormit, nu pentru joaca...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau macar pentru o zi sa fiu superficiala si sa incetez sa analizez totul in amanunt...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa iau Cambridge-ul in martie, asta daca il mai dau...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau la LONDRA!&lt;br /&gt;Si mai presus de tot, vreau sa fiu sanatoasa pentru a realiza tot ce am scris mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vine-valu--adio-calu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pic&lt;/a&gt; , voi ce vreti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5099807735250890473?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5099807735250890473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5099807735250890473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5099807735250890473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5099807735250890473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/vreau.html' title='Vreau...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1163978110154567466</id><published>2009-09-13T17:57:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:12:27.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stii, azi noapte te-am visat. Si era chiar un vis frumos. Ne impacam...dupa cearta de 1 an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar imi lipsesti. Si mi-e greu sa ti-o spun, pentru ca orgoliul meu e mare, cel putin in ceea ce te priveste. Imi lipeste prietenia ta.. si mi-e dor de mesajele alea multe si stupide pe care ni le dadeam. Si de tot ce a insemnat "noi", ca prieteni. Ca a fost mai mult, nu imi pasa. Eu vreau doar prietenia ta inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sq0LzIJnUGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r1UCI062rOI/s1600-h/prieteni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sq0LzIJnUGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r1UCI062rOI/s320/prieteni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970102766653538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sq0JpIpkrKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Mafy7p07h_s/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1163978110154567466?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1163978110154567466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1163978110154567466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1163978110154567466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1163978110154567466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/vis.html' title='Vis'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sq0LzIJnUGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r1UCI062rOI/s72-c/prieteni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8884103427904877219</id><published>2009-09-12T22:03:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:29:51.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ţara Haţegului - poze si impresii</title><content type='html'>M-am intors. Asa cum am promis, am revenit cu multe amintiri si poze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum vă spuneam, am fost în Ţara Haţegului . Dacă ar trebui să descriu această zonă, probabil mi-ar lua zile în şir. Încercând totuşi să mă rezum la câteva cuvinte, Ţara Haţegului a însemnat pentru mine odihnă înainte de clasa a 12-a şi de admitere, multeeee peisaje superbe, aer curat, oameni prietenoşi, zone pe care nu le credeam pământeşti, mai pe scurt, o părticică din rai.&lt;br /&gt;Şi, în plus ( asta e pentru Alexandra) în Alba-Iulia, băiat orgasmic cu zâmbet şi mai orgasmic. Îmi pare rău că nu l-am pozat, dar aveam prea mulţi fluturei în stomac şi în creieraş pentru a mă mai gândi la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi acum, pozeee :D (Click pentru mărire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6D8FB6eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tNYexA0CYeo/s1600-h/Imagine0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6D8FB6eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tNYexA0CYeo/s320/Imagine0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669125397965282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cetatea Ulpia Traiana - Sarmizegetusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6WoqMPRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dpUODxKuCUg/s1600-h/Imagine0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6WoqMPRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dpUODxKuCUg/s320/Imagine0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669446602636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Apus în  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forul lui Traian - Sarmizegetusa &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6DgacS2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/86N0TkAdq8k/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6DgacS2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/86N0TkAdq8k/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669117971581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Peisaj &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mânăstirea Prislop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6DI2c5CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IsCC2x2UwNI/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6DI2c5CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IsCC2x2UwNI/s320/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669111646610466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mânăstirea Prislop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv473Hc3zI/AAAAAAAAAck/fpHK6DVf6JM/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv473Hc3zI/AAAAAAAAAck/fpHK6DVf6JM/s320/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380667887115362098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Biserica Colţ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv47boyUgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qevRkJeVbUg/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv47boyUgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qevRkJeVbUg/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380667879738987010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Vacuţa in Ţara Haţegului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv47FdIfmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QhtsY3Ak1oo/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv47FdIfmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QhtsY3Ak1oo/s320/147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380667873784528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lacul de acumulare Gura Apei  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv46kRJQBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HsfOHj9K-QA/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv46kRJQBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HsfOHj9K-QA/s320/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380667864875876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Biserica Densuş &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        cea mai veche Biserica din piatră  din Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv46dnHRdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YlYX5aAfRRs/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv46dnHRdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YlYX5aAfRRs/s320/186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380667863088973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Turnul de la Răchitova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3H_37oQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8vfS-B_wRvk/s1600-h/Picture+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3H_37oQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8vfS-B_wRvk/s320/Picture+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665896601362690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castelul Huniazilor ( Corvinilor)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hunedoara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3HabpuZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pBDAmUUsZU4/s1600-h/Picture+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3HabpuZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pBDAmUUsZU4/s320/Picture+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665886550636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3G__L_II/AAAAAAAAAbs/RZ3e9DHB5gE/s1600-h/Picture+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3G__L_II/AAAAAAAAAbs/RZ3e9DHB5gE/s320/Picture+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665879451925634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Cetatea Devei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3Gje-zVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7ATeKVlcgmI/s1600-h/Picture+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3Gje-zVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7ATeKVlcgmI/s320/Picture+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665871800651090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3GEe_iiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/I6OLwsQIiYs/s1600-h/Picture+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv3GEe_iiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/I6OLwsQIiYs/s320/Picture+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665863479200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Broscuta Chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1tQqtTbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/b1kSsr0sPJY/s1600-h/Picture+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1tQqtTbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/b1kSsr0sPJY/s320/Picture+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664337741204914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biserica Regasirii - Alba Iulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1_zGQBFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CC_Y20u_LZU/s1600-h/Picture+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1_zGQBFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CC_Y20u_LZU/s320/Picture+160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664656221176914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Alba Iulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1sZlNIeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y94Rh73IBIE/s1600-h/Picture+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1sZlNIeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y94Rh73IBIE/s320/Picture+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664322954174946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1sDd99PI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6CmUJnv2fIA/s1600-h/Picture+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1sDd99PI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6CmUJnv2fIA/s320/Picture+169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664317018240242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1rsmDZxI/AAAAAAAAAas/xIehayqEm6g/s1600-h/DSCF4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv1rsmDZxI/AAAAAAAAAas/xIehayqEm6g/s320/DSCF4212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664310878136082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piaţa Mare - Sibiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8884103427904877219?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8884103427904877219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8884103427904877219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8884103427904877219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8884103427904877219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/tara-hategului-poze-si-impresii.html' title='Ţara Haţegului - poze si impresii'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sqv6D8FB6eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tNYexA0CYeo/s72-c/Imagine0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-928597954463427166</id><published>2009-09-09T21:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:02:44.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara Hategului</title><content type='html'>Sunt in Tara Hategului, mai precis in Sarmisegetusa. Fur net de la o pensiune vecina . :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa va spun este ca pana acum, peisajele au fost superbe, lumea prietenoasa, iar cetatea, de basm...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intorc duminica, sper sa fac foarte multe poze si sa le postez si aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat! &lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-928597954463427166?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/928597954463427166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=928597954463427166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/928597954463427166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/928597954463427166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/tara-hategului.html' title='Tara Hategului'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7386736494041001722</id><published>2009-09-07T20:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:55:29.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Vrei sa ma ajuti?! Opreste ploaia..." &lt;/span&gt; (pentru cunoscatori :X )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7386736494041001722?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7386736494041001722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7386736494041001722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7386736494041001722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7386736494041001722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-perfect.html' title='Just perfect'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-837079915124259372</id><published>2009-09-05T14:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:00:49.762+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zbor cu aripi deschise</title><content type='html'>In scurta noastra poveste, am observat ca slipul tau se asorta cu costumul meu de baie, degetul tau mare de la picior semana leit cu al meu, iti placeau la nebunie cerceii mei in forma de acadea, ochii tai erau ca o oglinda cristalina si ma priveai cu atata dragoste incat ma inroseam. Pacat ca s-a terminat asa de repede... Cu toate astea, totul se intampla dintr-un motiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate abia acum incep sa imi deschid aripile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-837079915124259372?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/837079915124259372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=837079915124259372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/837079915124259372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/837079915124259372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/zbor-cu-aripi-deschise.html' title='Zbor cu aripi deschise'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2307389218124942083</id><published>2009-09-03T16:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:17:35.157+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolie de toamna.</title><content type='html'>Ce dureros e sa afli cat de mult pot insela aparentele. Si cel mai rau imi pare ca am renuntat la cineva a carui prezenta mi-a facut mult bine.Recunosc, mi-e dor de el, acum cand stiu ca l-am pierdut definitiv.&lt;br /&gt; Am crezut ca am gasit acea fericire imediata si eram asa uimita ca am gasit-o, incat am crezut ca nu o voi mai pierde. Fericirea a fost de fapt un ciuline ascuns sub o masca de trandafir. Si m-am zgariat rau. Sufletul meu mai precis s-a zgariat.  Dar, tot raul spre un bine. Bine ca am aflat adevarata fata inainte sa ma "distruga" prea rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGAw5NFjaHc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGAw5NFjaHc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A venit si toamna, incep sa devin mai melancolica, sa traiesc sentimentele mult mai intens decat s-ar merita. Sa fiu coplesita de anumite stari. De exemplu, acum imi pare rau ca nu merg la VAMA, la Cerbul de Aur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2307389218124942083?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2307389218124942083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2307389218124942083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2307389218124942083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2307389218124942083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/09/melancolie-de-toamna.html' title='Melancolie de toamna.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2041086769718818880</id><published>2009-08-28T12:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:19:16.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Castigatorul este...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Multumesc Alexandrei ca s-a gandit si la mine :X . Acum, multumesc blogger.com ca mi-a acceptat crearea blogului, multumesc tuturor personajelor despre care am scris la un moment dat si imi multumesc mie, normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SpegbQYns0I/AAAAAAAAAak/UlSGtLHaRqs/s320/premiu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374941070405120834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Premiul merge mai departe la : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Alexandra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Denisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cezzy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Myley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Raluca &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- si nu in ultimul rand, Tudor Chirila &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gata :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2041086769718818880?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2041086769718818880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2041086769718818880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2041086769718818880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2041086769718818880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/castigatorul-este.html' title='Castigatorul este...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SpegbQYns0I/AAAAAAAAAak/UlSGtLHaRqs/s72-c/premiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5515704933035085310</id><published>2009-08-18T20:44:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:07:47.831+03:00</updated><title type='text'>18+5. Impresii de la mare</title><content type='html'>I'm baaacckkk! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Majora&lt;/span&gt;! Am doooar 18 aniiiii, sunt nebuna, iubesc(?!) si nu am bani!!&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum v-am promis in postul anterior m-am intors bronzata si cu impresii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primele zile am stat in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cap Aurora&lt;/span&gt;, o statiune micuta langa Jupiter, plina de golfulete, dar foarte retrasa. Ce ii ofera un statut interesant in ochii mei, este tocmai aceasta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liniste&lt;/span&gt;, aici chiar simti ca poti fi doar tu cu marea,nu te calca nimeni pe picioare, nu iti umple nimeni cearceaful de nisip, agitatia e exlusa. E ideala pentru a-ti reincarca bateriile. Aaaa, si am vazut si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ploaia de stele &lt;/span&gt;de pe plaja :X&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SorsHoY6sPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cVMqtFPH_M4/s1600-h/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SorsHoY6sPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cVMqtFPH_M4/s320/Picture+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371365121437905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SorsHHfyHVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hZmKH0dqB_0/s1600-h/Picture+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SorsHHfyHVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hZmKH0dqB_0/s320/Picture+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371365112608333138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta aici, pentru ca dupa a urmat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costinesti ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sorswq5vIgI/AAAAAAAAAac/ovET1PoiItE/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sorswq5vIgI/AAAAAAAAAac/ovET1PoiItE/s320/Picture+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371365826487067138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statiunea o poti descrie intr-un singur cuvant: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISTRACTIE&lt;/span&gt; ! E absolut logic , daca vrei sa te distrezi si sa party-uiesti pana in zori, Costinesti-ul este alegerea perfecta. Desi obositor, nu m-am mai simtit asa de bine si de plina de energie de multa vreme. Cat despre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mega Discoteca Tineretului&lt;/span&gt; ( cea mai mare discoteca in aer liber din Europa) , ce pot sa mai spun? Full in fiecare seara, romanii chiar stiu sa se distreze.&lt;br /&gt;In plus, m-am plimbat si cu hidrobicicleta pe mare. E de la sine inteles ca mi-a fost friiiicaaaa pe valuri, dar dupa 20 de minute m-am calmat si am savurat din plin plimbarea care ofera o senzatie de nedescris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost in 2 locuri complet diferite, dar care mi-au placut la fel de mult. Singurul meu regret este fost ca nu am ajuns si la Sulina, dar cine stie, nu e timpul pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si un mic pi.es: M-am convins a n-a oara ca fericirea dureaza atat de putin, incat e de ajuns un singur moment de neatentie si a plecat. Si uite asa, am spus adio obsesiei mele cu ochi verzi scaldati in soare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5515704933035085310?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5515704933035085310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5515704933035085310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5515704933035085310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5515704933035085310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/185-impresii-de-la-mare.html' title='18+5. Impresii de la mare'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SorsHoY6sPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cVMqtFPH_M4/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-9115216268506309022</id><published>2009-08-11T19:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:24:28.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aproape 18</title><content type='html'>Si o sa primesc cel mai frumos cadou de 18 :x Marea! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu impresii mature ( ca doar na, devin majora), bronzata  si cu poze revin peste o saptamana .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci, urati-mi vreme frumoasa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ghitabacio/3fb03512e7ab3a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ghitabacio/3fb03512e7ab3a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vama Veche - Vara asta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-9115216268506309022?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/9115216268506309022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=9115216268506309022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/9115216268506309022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/9115216268506309022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/aproape-18.html' title='Aproape 18'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3244151658951350228</id><published>2009-08-11T16:58:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:13:39.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altfel de dorinte</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca au revenit lepsele :D. De data asta de la Alexandra, care s-a gandit si la mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 dorinte exprimate in 5 poze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6l9U8M0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aL9UGgshncI/s1600-h/1282570258londra31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6l9U8M0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aL9UGgshncI/s320/1282570258londra31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707023338484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF8gBQc9iI/AAAAAAAAAaE/s1k3YdUZmRU/s1600-h/DSCF0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF8gBQc9iI/AAAAAAAAAaE/s1k3YdUZmRU/s320/DSCF0736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368709120337442338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6ltssZEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4HntsCveznQ/s1600-h/Lovers_____by_the_river_4_by_anjelicek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6ltssZEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4HntsCveznQ/s320/Lovers_____by_the_river_4_by_anjelicek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707019143144514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6lGyMS3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/eMJ-BqcmHhI/s1600-h/02-mpraf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6lGyMS3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/eMJ-BqcmHhI/s320/02-mpraf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707008697224050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6mHxW8gI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9v3VsIC_B0c/s1600-h/large-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6mHxW8gI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9v3VsIC_B0c/s320/large-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707026142032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt;, tu ce dorinte ai?;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3244151658951350228?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3244151658951350228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3244151658951350228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3244151658951350228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3244151658951350228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/altfel-de-dorinte.html' title='Altfel de dorinte'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SoF6l9U8M0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aL9UGgshncI/s72-c/1282570258londra31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7290838941512520448</id><published>2009-08-11T16:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:14:10.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepsutza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisa&lt;/a&gt; mi-a pasat o leaspa binemeritata dupa multa vreme de stagnare .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa recomand o carte unei persoane. Mi-a fost foarte greu sa ma hotarasc , asa ca &lt;a href="http://jurnalulsufletului.wordpress.com/"&gt;Myley&lt;/a&gt;, prima optiune ar fi  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mandrie si prejudecata - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt; ( si filmul e foooarte bine realizat, contrar asteptarilor mele) si pentru ca nu ma pot multumi doar cu una , a 2-a optiune  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panza de paianjen - Cella Serghi&lt;/span&gt;..Sunt sigura ca iti vor placea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cezzy, stiu ca iti era dor de o leapsa mica :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7290838941512520448?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7290838941512520448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7290838941512520448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7290838941512520448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7290838941512520448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/lepsutza.html' title='Lepsutza'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6844244825323958432</id><published>2009-08-03T20:37:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:48:38.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi perfecta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ochi verzi-albastrui scaldati in soare, smiley [ :-) ] desenat pe spate cu crema pentru plaja, nestea de piersici cu gust de fluturasi in stomac, putin "înec", erou, erou x 2, ar fi prea mult erou x 3 , stat pe iarba si privit cerul, prea devreme pentru stele, verde, mult verde, muuuuult verde, "uuu!mergem la cinema", multe cuvinte frumoase,zambete, multa tachinare, mangaiat si tinut de mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6844244825323958432?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6844244825323958432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6844244825323958432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6844244825323958432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6844244825323958432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-zi-perfecta.html' title='O zi perfecta'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-886645890183452434</id><published>2009-08-02T11:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:25:33.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambet copilaros</title><content type='html'>Azi zambesc. Zambesc din tot sufletul. Zambesc mult si frumos. Asa cum nu am mai facut-o de multa vreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate e de vina shopping-ul de ieri ( mi-am luat niste lucruri superbe) sau zambetul unui EL, care este contagios.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate vremea asta frumoasa e motivul.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu conteaza de ce, am o zi superba de care ma voi bucura la maxim. Gandurile negative n-au ce cauta in peisaj. Flu flu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-886645890183452434?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/886645890183452434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=886645890183452434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/886645890183452434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/886645890183452434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/zambet-copilaros.html' title='Zambet copilaros'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6358719178089043007</id><published>2009-08-01T23:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:27:59.834+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor placut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deja mi-e dor sa adorm vazand stelele deasupra mea 8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Fllutl/0f2ea4eccd2f78.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Fllutl/0f2ea4eccd2f78.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Mraz - A Beautiful Mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6358719178089043007?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6358719178089043007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6358719178089043007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6358719178089043007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6358719178089043007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-placut.html' title='Dor placut'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-163808947102443368</id><published>2009-07-26T15:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:40:18.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un colt de rai (1)</title><content type='html'>Aka : Festivalul medieval de la Sighisoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca pozele o sa vorbeasca de la sine.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost 2 zile superbe, cu multe zambete, mult ras,peisaje superbe,  putin stres, si mai ales, (Alexandra ma intelege in totalitate) multiiiiii cerceeeii!&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc fetelor pentru 2 zile de neuitat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Smw91GuGZDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/D3_uhCn3c_Q/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Si acum vreo 2 ani mi-o cantai mai mereu, desi esti afon, la fel ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, ai devenit iar o obsesie pentru mine, pentru ca nu pot trai din trecut, oricat de mult mi-as dori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esti obsesia mea cu ochi verzi-albastrui, cu parul saten deschis si buze ale caror contur l-am simtit de atatea ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2340218661960312255?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2340218661960312255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2340218661960312255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2340218661960312255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2340218661960312255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/07/amintiri-varatice.html' title='Amintiri varatice'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8082791571748790079</id><published>2009-07-06T15:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:18:42.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aroma de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/neatta/6aa6207eff1fcb.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/neatta/6aa6207eff1fcb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciara-Love again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imi place sa  gust aroma de zmeura a buzelor tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8082791571748790079?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8082791571748790079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8082791571748790079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8082791571748790079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8082791571748790079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/07/aroma-de-vara.html' title='Aroma de vara'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4564399642764467301</id><published>2009-07-02T22:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:37:52.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventurile lui Sherlock  Holmes. Memoriile lui Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sk0L0_uJoRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xDuDz9cuOXU/s1600-h/arthur-conan-doyle-sherlock-holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sk0L0_uJoRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xDuDz9cuOXU/s320/arthur-conan-doyle-sherlock-holmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948537099493650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va plac romanele politiste? Sunteti insetati de actiune si mistere nerezolvate? Atunci sigur veti fi incantati de  seria Sherlock Holmes. E imposibil sa nu fi auzit macar o data, in treacat acest binecunoscut nume, care la sfarsitul secolului al XIX- lea statea pe buzele tuturor celor disperati, care apelau la el ca o ultima solutie, dar si a celor prinsi, care isi doreau o razbunare.&lt;br /&gt;E bine de stiut ca Sherlock Holmes a luptat intotdeauna impotriva raului, rezolvand cazuri, care pentru orice om ar parea scoase dintr-un roman de Sci-fi. Ce legatura au 5 samburi de portocale cu moartea a mai multor oameni, sau care este misterul Bandei patate? Va las pe voi sa descoperiti .&lt;br /&gt;         Insa, daca iti plac romanele cu multe citate si rezolvarea crimelor nu e chiar pasiunea ta, cartea asta nu iti va oferi ce cauti. Dar, sunt sigura ca dupa primele 2 pagini, nu o vei mai putea lasa din mana. Mie cel putin, asa mi s-a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-o recomand cu muulta caldura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nu va lasati pacaliti de final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Totusi, ca sa duci arta pe cea mai inalta culme a ei, e necesar ca ganditorul sa poata folosi toate faptele care i-au fost aduse la cunostinta; iar acest lucru implica,asa cum iti vei da si tu repede seama, o cunoastere a tututor lucrurilor, ceea ce este o realizare oarecum rara, chiar si in aceste zile de educatie gratuita si de enciclopedii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dintre toate fantomele, umbrele vechilor iubiri sunt cele mai dureroase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4564399642764467301?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4564399642764467301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4564399642764467301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4564399642764467301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4564399642764467301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/07/aventurile-lui-sherlock-holmes.html' title='Aventurile lui Sherlock  Holmes. Memoriile lui Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sk0L0_uJoRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xDuDz9cuOXU/s72-c/arthur-conan-doyle-sherlock-holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4143725395533561598</id><published>2009-06-22T14:40:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:48:13.998+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny love songs</title><content type='html'>Alexandru m-a informat cu privire la o&lt;a href="http://www.hotcity.ro/ce-ne-inconjoara/rubrica/blogosfera-feminina/leapsa-funny-love-songs-cu-premii-"&gt; leapsa&lt;/a&gt; si am decis sa o indeplinesc :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a fost usor sa aleg doar o melodie, asa ca m-am hotarat asupra mai multora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna cu al ei Unfaithful :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJCI5Aaxhqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJCI5Aaxhqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E mai mult decat un barbat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si asta e mai mult decat dragoste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motivul pentru care cerul e albastru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norii se misca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pentru ca am plecat din nou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si pentru el nu pot fi reala "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dragostea noastra, increderea lui&lt;br /&gt;As putea la fel de bine sa iau un pistol si sa i-l pun la tampla&lt;br /&gt;Sa termin cu asta&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa fac asta&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si asta chiar m-a amuzat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QME6HtXOKz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QME6HtXOKz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bufet suedez :d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4143725395533561598?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4143725395533561598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4143725395533561598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4143725395533561598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4143725395533561598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-love-songs.html' title='Funny love songs'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1416019157330371084</id><published>2009-06-15T22:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:16:27.574+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegerea.</title><content type='html'>Iti dai seama ca o relatie nu e tocmai conform standardelor...Stii si tu foarte bine ca nu aveti acea " relatie serioasa" pe care toata lumea o cauta cu disperare. Ti se spune in fata ca tipul nu e potrivit pentru tine si ca ar fi bine sa treci la un alt capitol.  Il iubesti de 1 an jumate fara sa iti fi dat seama . El e foarte dragut cu tine ( cand sunteti singuri). Toata lumea te considera o fraiera si ca EL nu te merita. Tu stii cat de bine va simtiti cand va intalniti. Tu stii ca el tine la tine, dar nu o prea arata. Ei nu stiu asta, judeca aparentele. Esti atat de geloasa incat nu te mai recunosti. Il vrei cu totul, cu toate calitatile si defectele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce faci, asculti parerea prietenilor care iti spun ca nu te merita? Sau iti asculti glasul inimii care iti spune ca nu a mai batut atat de tare pentru nimeni altcineva ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1416019157330371084?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1416019157330371084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1416019157330371084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1416019157330371084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1416019157330371084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/06/alegerea.html' title='Alegerea.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-395334905025017438</id><published>2009-06-12T16:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:04:13.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca...</title><content type='html'>Multumesc &lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; :D . Chiar imi era dor de o leapsa. Asta se potriveste foarte bine cu o zi calduroasa de vara si cu o cana de cafea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o luna, as fi fost... August.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o zi a saptamanii, as fi fost... vineri.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei, as fi fost... Asfintitul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal marin, as fi fost... pestisorul de aur.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o directie, as fi fost... drumul spre mare.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute, as fi fost... toleranta.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o personalitate istorica, as fi fost... Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta, as fi fost... Soarele.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un lichid, as fi fost... vin.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra, as fi fost... un rubin.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare, as fi fost... pheonix.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta, as fi fost... trandafir salbatic.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme, as fi fost... vant primavaratic.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un instrument muzical, as fi fost... chitara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o emotie, as fi fost... fluturasi in stomac.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sunet, as fi fost... zgomotul marii.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un element, as fi fost... focul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec, as fi fost... Vama Veche - Zmeul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film, as fi fost... 7pounds.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un serial, as fi fost... Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o carte, as fi fost... Papillion - Henri Charriere.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un scriitor, as fi fost... Lev Tolstoi.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de fictiune, as fi fost... -----------&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un fel de mancare, as fi fost... cartofi prajiti .&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un oras, as fi fost... Londra.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust, as fi fost... Acrisor.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o aroma, as fi fost... cafea.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare, as fi fost... verde.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un material, as fi fost... matase.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cuvant, as fi fost... iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului, as fi fost... buze.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetei, as fi fost... zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o materie de scoala, as fi fost... psihologie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de desene animate, as fi fost... Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma geometrica, as fi fost... hexagon.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar as fi fost... 13.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un mijloc de transport, as fi fost... o trotineta.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o haina, as fi fost... sutien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jurnalulsufletului.wordpress.com/"&gt;Myley&lt;/a&gt; interesate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-395334905025017438?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/395334905025017438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=395334905025017438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/395334905025017438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/395334905025017438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/06/daca.html' title='Daca...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7544397957483902002</id><published>2009-06-07T19:00:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:37:40.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai imi pasa?!</title><content type='html'>"Nu mai imi pasa!".Asa spun mereu cand ma faci sa sufar.  De la a spune asta pana la a face-o e un abis imens pe care nu il trec niciodata. De ce? Pentru ca oricat m-ai rani in mintea mea nu au loc amintiri neplacute. Si de fiecare data cand incerc sa imi amintesc toate motivele pentru care ar trebui sa te urasc, in loc sa te iubesc, ceva ma blocheaza. Si ajung sa cred ca sunt masochista pentru ca, desi poti sa ma ranesti si sa ma distrugi de tot, nimic nu va schimba ce simt pentru tine. Din contra, toate "magariile" pe care mi le faci, nu reusesc decat sa ma faca sa te iubesc mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Asa e iubirea, oarba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DPolly/b09ab1043c7d6e.swf?color=@@COLOR@@"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DPolly/b09ab1043c7d6e.swf?color=@@COLOR@@" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sade -No ordinary love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7544397957483902002?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7544397957483902002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7544397957483902002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7544397957483902002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7544397957483902002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-mai-imi-pasa.html' title='Nu mai imi pasa?!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-9121948181561020352</id><published>2009-06-05T17:51:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:03:51.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubire vs Egoism</title><content type='html'>Asa se intampla cand iti doresti cu adevarat ceva. Intotdeauna iti dai seama, mai devreme sau mai tarziu ca acel ceva te-a dezamagit. Daca nu, o va face cu siguranta. Nu exista nimic perfect pe lumea asta, e adevarat. Dar inima nu va intelege asta niciodata. Si va cauta in continuare perfectiunea in lucruri marunte.. si va gasi dezamagirea tot in lucruri marunte, aparent fara sens pentru alte persoane. Cand iubesti, capeti un egoism pe care nu il stiai activ in tine pana in clipele in care iti dai seama ca ceea ce simti pentru X nu e doar un sentiment de amicitie. Atunci, ti-l doresti numai pentru tine si totodata speri ca lumea intreaga sa nu mai existe pentru el, asa cum poate se intampla si pentru tine.  Dupa ce ii oferi tot ce ai si tot ce n-ai crezut ca vei face, dupa ce renunti la orgoliu, egoismul devine nemasurabil. Simti ca ti se cuvine si cea mai mica particica din el, gandurile,sentimentele, toate trebuie sa fie pentru tine. Si, in mare parte, asa ar fi normal. Dar, nimic nu tine o viata. Si oricat de mult ai cauta sa retraiesti acea fericire care tindea spre infinit, nu o vei mai gasi. Un moment din categoria asta e bine sa fie trait atunci cand este, nu in speranta ca el va mai exista si a 2-a oara. Pentru ca nu va mai exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa ma multumesc cu ce a fost si sa nu mai sper la ceva mai mult?! E in firea omului sa nu aspire la un ideal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce e cel mai dureros e ca acel cineva nici macar sa nu observe cat ranesc lucrurile minore spuse fara a fi gandite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annettee/f801be090a6451.swf?color=@@COLOR@@"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annettee/f801be090a6451.swf?color=@@COLOR@@" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayo-down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-9121948181561020352?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/9121948181561020352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=9121948181561020352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/9121948181561020352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/9121948181561020352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/06/iubire-vs-egoism.html' title='Iubire vs Egoism'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4751522447656082203</id><published>2009-05-27T13:51:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:31:21.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare unui creator de iluzii si iubire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sh0h5RQ9NKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0hxGl4ABDCA/s1600-h/631504_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sh0h5RQ9NKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0hxGl4ABDCA/s320/631504_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340462000902059170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga X,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa incep intr-un mod banal si plictisitor asa cum se incep scrisorile. Dar nu o sa te intreb ce mai faci pentru ca stiu asta deja. De ce iti scriu scrisoarea asta?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa, probabil voiam sa iti multumesc pentru toate serile in care m-ai facut sa ma simt in al 9-lea cer ,poate chiar mai mult. Poate nu iti mai aduci aminte ce insemna al 9-lea cer, sau poate nu iti mai aduci aminte nici de serile "alea".  Sa iti reimprospatez memoria. Stii cand imi sopteai ureche ca ma vrei si ca esti al meu? Nu-i asa ca iti amintesti? Mai stii cand ma sarutai si ma faceai sa ma simt dorita?  Cred ca incepi sa iti amintesti. Cand ne tineam strans imbratisati, cand simteam ca suntem acelasi trup si acelasi suflet? Imi doream ca acea clipa sa tina la nesfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;Ei, ce voiam eu sa iti zic de fapt. Mi-ai dat lumea intreaga peste cap, m-ai facut mai aiurita decat eram inainte si am capatat un zambet tamp pe fata.Sa-ti mai spun ca ma impiedic de tot ce imi iese in cale? Ca vad doar norisori in forma de inima(ce cliseu!) si ca iti vad chipul in toate persoanele pe care le intalnesc?! Ca iti simt parfumul de la un hol distanta? Ca de fiecare data cand ma gandesc la tine inima mi-o ia razna si respiratia devine sacadata? Pai da..asta mi se intampla. Asta e iubirea?&lt;br /&gt;Astept raspunsul tau tot pe strada fericirii mele, tot la apartamentul sufletului meu. Acolo unde ma gasesti mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                             Cu iubire,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: Daca te-ai indoit vreodata ca nu sunt a ta, tin sa te contrazic, m-ai avut si o sa ma ai mereu.  Mediteaza la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/popyck/3ef4dd02047122"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_3ef4dd02047122(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vali Barbulescu &amp;amp; Damon - Inside Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio  Muzica »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4751522447656082203?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4751522447656082203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4751522447656082203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4751522447656082203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4751522447656082203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/05/scrisoare-unui-creator-de-iluzii-si.html' title='Scrisoare unui creator de iluzii si iubire.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/Sh0h5RQ9NKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0hxGl4ABDCA/s72-c/631504_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5530611885111238277</id><published>2009-05-14T15:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:55:26.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu.Eu.Noi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgwRzxYyHVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XQBe-Mz36-M/s1600-h/CAIB8XAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgwRzxYyHVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XQBe-Mz36-M/s320/CAIB8XAB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335659239655480658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decor : o camera alba nedecorata, doar tu si eu.. senzatia de euforie si iubire umple tot spatiul gol din jurul nostru, aranjand camera nu in mult prea utilizatul rosu, ci in verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scena mintii mele, acelasi moment se repeta la nesfarsit. Aceelasi spectator, eu, doar eu, mereu. Imaginatia mea in lucruri legate de tine este infinita. Nu ai idee cate visez pentru noi. Ciudat, folosesc mereu cuvantul " noi" , noi suntem, noi nu facem asta, noi..noi.. cand de fapt nu exista decat tu si eu. Pentru a fi noi, ar trebui sa fie un sentiment reciproc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez aceleasi imbratisari continuate mereu, ca o placa stricata. Visez acel ceva ce nu poate fi explicat in cuvinte, dar care imi da senzatia de sufocare si de dor nemarginit. Se poate muri de dor? Teoretic si metaforic, da. Practic, n-am auzit pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand, rar de fapt, mi se actualizeaza piesa de teatru intr-o singura scena, fara final, fara inceput, fara un scop precis. Poate doar iubirea, asta da, e un scop. Sau chiar un mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand va fi pe scena mea o piesa de teatru completa?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5530611885111238277?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5530611885111238277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5530611885111238277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5530611885111238277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5530611885111238277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/05/tueunoi.html' title='Tu.Eu.Noi.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgwRzxYyHVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XQBe-Mz36-M/s72-c/CAIB8XAB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7747156940839259387</id><published>2009-05-13T19:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:24:26.047+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La rascruce de vanturi - Emily Brontë</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgsCQqHU6fI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MaGFS09sQRw/s1600-h/big1_YRA02007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgsCQqHU6fI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MaGFS09sQRw/s320/big1_YRA02007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335360668756666866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La rascruce de vanturi&lt;/span&gt; este singurul roman al scriitoare Emily Brontë, care nu a fost apreciat in epoca sa, dar care a capatat in timp faima si a captat interesul cititorilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La rascruce de vanturi&lt;/span&gt; este in mare parte o poveste de dragoste interzisa, reusind sa mentina interesul cititorilor prin complexitatea actiunii si a intrigilor. Catherine si Heatcliff traiesc o iubire imposibila datorita caracterelor foarte diferite, dar si a mediului, care in acea vreme influenta foarte mult personalitatea si gandirea oamenilor. Cathy se marita cu un tip bogat, dar niciodata nu uita sentimentele pe care le nutreste fata de Heatcliff.  Aceasta dragoste le marcheaza existenta, amandoi ajungand sa se "distruga" sufleteste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu va plac romanele de dragoste, aceasta carte este interesanta din mai multe motive, principalul fiind complexitatea cu care scriitoarea isi creeaza personaje tipice pentru perioada secolului al XIX-lea.&lt;br /&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La rascruce de vanturi &lt;/span&gt;merita citita, fiind un roman interesant si plin de actiune si suspans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Da, calea lunga a vietii ne sileste sa traim pentru noi insine. Oamenii blanzi si generosi nu au decat un egoism ceva mai echilibrat decat cei despotici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   Nu gasesc niciun cuvant de mangaiere. Meriti sa suferi. Tu te-ai ucis singura. Da, poti sa ma saruti si sa plangi, poti sa ma storci de sarutari si de lacrimi: ele te vor arde.. te vor condamna. M-ai iubit… atunci cu ce drept m-ai parasit? Cu ce drept..raspunde-mi…m-ai parasit pentru un biet capriciu pe care l-ai simtit fata de Linton? Caci nici suferinta, nici degradarea, nici moartea, nici Dumnezeu si nici Satana nu ne-ar fi putut desparti! Tu, de bunavoie ai facut-o. Nu eu ti-am zdrobit inima.. Tu ti-ai zdrobit-o si, zdrobind-o pe-a ta, ai zdrobit-o si pe a mea. Pentru mine e si mai greu, pentru ca eu sunt sanatos. Crezi ca vreau sa traiesc? Ce fel de viata voi duce daca tu… Doamne! Tie ti-ar placea sa traiesti cand sufletul ti-e in mormant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    Trebuie sa imi amintesc sa respir… aproape ca trebuie sa-i amintesc inimii sa bata. Si parca apas la loc un arc puternic: imi trebuie constrangere ca sa fac cel mai mic gest care nu-i legat de unicul meu gand, si daca nu-i legat de unica si eternal mea idee, trebuie sa ma constrang pentru a discerne daca ceva este viu sau mort. N-am decat o singura dorinta, si intreaga mea fiinta si toate puterile mele tintesc spre implinirea ei. Am dorit-o atat de multa vreme si atat de neclintit, incat sunt convins ca se va indeplini..si in curand..pentru ca mi-a mancat viata. Presimtirea implinirii ei m-a si inghitit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7747156940839259387?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7747156940839259387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7747156940839259387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7747156940839259387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7747156940839259387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-rascruce-de-vanturi-emily-bronte.html' title='La rascruce de vanturi - Emily Brontë'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SgsCQqHU6fI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MaGFS09sQRw/s72-c/big1_YRA02007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3506598198849058090</id><published>2009-05-05T19:49:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:51:02.705+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>Imi pare rau. Imi pare rau ca in ultima vreme am incetat sa mai postez sentimentalisme si banalitati pe blog. Parca nu ma mai regasesc. Am devenit aproape o persoana obiectiva cu viata mea.  Nici nu mai stiu cum e sa iti exprimi bucuria, durerea sau iubirea in scris. Aproape nici nu mai stiu cum e sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva vreme manuiam cuvintele pentru a ma exprima. Acum, sunt o persoana vulnerabila, desi am ascuns asta atat de bine, ca aproape am si inceput sa cred. E de ajuns o singura seara ca sa imi dau seama ca sunt pur si simplu o persoana slaba, care nu are taria sa reziste unui fruct interzis.Mi s-au intamplat multe de cand blogul meu a inceput sa supravietuiasca numai din lepse. Am ajuns la concluzia ca o iubire(da, in sfarsit mi-am dat seama ce inseamna cuvantul asta pentru mine) nu trece de la o zi la alta. Mi-am dat seama ca as putea renunta la orice pentru 10 minute de fericire. As renunta si la ratiune, care a fost mereu punctul meu forte. In mine s-a format un amalgam de sentimente, unele nici macar nu le pot defini. Nu mai pot sa imi controlez gandurile, care imi danseaza haotic prin minte. Nu credeam ca o persoana poate sa ma schimbe atat de mult in interior, cum nu credeam ca voi trai acest amestec de sentimente vreodata. Ce am scris nu are niciun sens si nicio coerenta, dar nu imi pasa, pentru ca nici eu nu mai am sens si coerenta cand sunt in preajma lui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@later edit: mi-am adus aminte ca azi bloguletzul meu face un anisoooorr :X &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 an&lt;/span&gt; in care mi-a suportat fericirea, tristetea, furia si niciodata nu mi-a intors spatele( poate doar cand nu mergea netu`,dar nu e vina lui)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3506598198849058090?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3506598198849058090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3506598198849058090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3506598198849058090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3506598198849058090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8672693916613306606</id><published>2009-04-28T21:34:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:52:23.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oracol de clasa a 11a.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inca una :D. De data asta de la Denisa ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1)Ia cartea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; cea mai aproape de tine,deschide la pagina 18, si găseşte rândul 4.&lt;br /&gt;("Crezand ca purtarea ei nu fusese decat o gluma cam) jalnica, am incercat, imediat ce-am ramas singuri, s-o fac partasa la necazul meu.", Emily Bronte, "La rascruce de vanturi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Intinde-ti bratul stang pe spate cat de mult poti. Ce atingi?&lt;br /&gt;Spatarul scaunului :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Care a fost ultima emisiune pe care ai vazut-o la Tv?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Fara sa te uiti la ceas, spune ce ora este?&lt;br /&gt;21:50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Acum uita-te la ceas. Ce ora e?&lt;br /&gt;21:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Cand ai facut ultimul pas afara? Ce faceai?&lt;br /&gt;Veneam de la o portie sanatoasa de alergat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Inainte sa incepi chestionarul acesta, ce ai facut?&lt;br /&gt;Baie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ce porti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Pijamaleeee :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Ai visat noaptea trecuta?&lt;br /&gt;DA. Naspa :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Cand ai ras ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaziii :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ce e pe peretii camerei in care te aflii?&lt;br /&gt;postere :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Care e ultimul film pe care l-ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;Pride and prejudice. Foarte bun film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Daca ai deveni multi-milionar peste noapte ce ai face cu banii?&lt;br /&gt;M-as distra cat de mult pot, oricum nu as cheltui toti banii. Restul i-as dona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) La ce te gandesti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Realizez cat de putin imi cunosc sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Daca ti-ai putea pune o dorinta, si stii ca se va indeplini, care ar fi aceea?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... de s-ar implini. Gata, am pus-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Imagineaza-ti ca primul tau copil este o fata, cum ai vrea sa o cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Maia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Imagineaza-ti ca primul tau copil este un baiat, cum ai vrea sa il cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Gata. asta a fost tot. Mai vrei?&lt;br /&gt;Da :D a fost dragut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricine are chef sa se destinda putin, e liber sa se serveasca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8672693916613306606?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8672693916613306606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8672693916613306606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8672693916613306606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8672693916613306606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/04/oracol-de-clasa-11a.html' title='Oracol de clasa a 11a.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8015140306181819500</id><published>2009-04-28T20:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:23:54.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Este doar vara mea si a ta.</title><content type='html'>Vara astaaa am saaa ma-ndragostessscc! Alexandra ma intreaba : De ce vreau sa vina vara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voi merge la mare si in clipa cand nisipul imi va atinge talpile si marea ma va imbratisa, nimic nu va mai conta. Doar eu si marea :X ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soarele o sa faca loc pistruilor care nu prea au avut noroc primavara asta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O sa dorm 12 ore ( visul vacantei ) si restul de 12 o sa le lenevesc in fata televizorului, eventual a unei carti si a unei cani de cafea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O sa ma trezesc cu aroma de cafea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe 13 august fac 18 ani , si o data cu asta , trec la un nou capitol al vietii mele;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voi face tot ce n-am putut sa fac in timpul scolii;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voi merge acolo unde timpul si vreme nu mi-au permis;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voi iubi mai mult si mai intens pentru ca soarele si caldura ma indeamna sa fac asta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  Cezzy, Raluca, voi de ce asteptati vara? ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8015140306181819500?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8015140306181819500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8015140306181819500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8015140306181819500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8015140306181819500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/04/este-doar-vara-mea-si-ta.html' title='Este doar vara mea si a ta.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5122466954981446258</id><published>2009-04-20T22:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:24:16.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalul Happy-end-urilor</title><content type='html'>Incerc sa imi amintesc de cat timp nu am mai vazut un film cu un final fericit. Raspunsul nu prea se lasa gasit.Cel putin nu acum. Asa cum scriam mai demult, nu mai cred in basme, cel putin nu in cele reale, pentru ca pur si simplu viata imi lasa impresia asta.&lt;br /&gt; Happy-end-urile au incetat sa mai vanda, lumea si-a dat seama ca viata nu mai este despartita intre bine si rau, ca binele s-a cam amestecat cu raul si formeaza un fel de corcitura. E adevarat, finalurile fericite au devenit cam stupide, dar din cand in cand imi facea bine sa vad ca macar undeva, in plan fantastic, nu real, binele mai poate invinge. Acum caut in zadar un film care sa nu fie nici ridicol in exagerarea fericirii, dar nici tragic. Ma intreb, unde sa mai gasesc un final fericit daca nici macar in filme el nu mai exista? Da, asta e adevarul, nu mai exista asa ceva, dar chiar toate visele se naruiesc pentru ca asa e viata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand a incetat omul sa viseze ca poate avea ceva mult mai bun ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5122466954981446258?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5122466954981446258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5122466954981446258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5122466954981446258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5122466954981446258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/04/finalul-happy-end-urilor.html' title='Finalul Happy-end-urilor'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-346916270738995124</id><published>2009-04-14T19:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:03:56.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-e dor de mare!</title><content type='html'>Si mi-e aaaataaaatttt de dor de mareee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreste careva sa mearga de 1 mai la mare? ;;) ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-346916270738995124?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/346916270738995124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=346916270738995124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/346916270738995124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/346916270738995124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/04/mi-e-dor-de-mare.html' title='mi-e dor de mare!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3568837327309411756</id><published>2009-04-12T11:21:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:52:02.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abecedar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time for leapsaa! Multumesc &lt;a href="http://ascunsainsuflet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tipa de la unşpe&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, acum toata lumea poate sa imi citeasca abecedarul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Available:&lt;/span&gt; vineri, sambata si duminica - in restul zilelor scoala ma oboseste prea tare si obisnuiesc sa dorm pe mine 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Age: &lt;/span&gt;17 si 8 luni :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Annoyance:&lt;/span&gt; persoanele ignorante si indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Allergic:&lt;/span&gt; la paru` de pisica , cocalari si pitzipoace. dintre astea 3 cred ca rezist mai bine la parul de pisica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Animal:&lt;/span&gt; :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Sarah Jessica Parker, Kate Winslet, Zac Efron ( e bun, nu neaparat ca actor),Will Smith, Keira Knightley,Daniel Radcliffe .... nu imi vine sa cred ce lapsus am :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Beer:&lt;/span&gt; Red's :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace&lt;/span&gt;: 13 august 1991 , Buzau :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Best Friends: &lt;/span&gt;cred ca nu trebuie sa ii enumar eu, se stiu ei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: &lt;/span&gt;buzele =p~ si ochii 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Best feeling in the world: &lt;/span&gt;fluturasi in stomac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Blind or Deaf:&lt;/span&gt; :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Best weather:&lt;/span&gt; caldura si vantul primaverii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Been in Love:&lt;/span&gt; nu stiu sa definesc cuvantul, deci nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Been bitched out?&lt;/span&gt; :-?? habar n-am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Been on stage?&lt;/span&gt; daca se pun si treptele de la scara blocului, da :)) . am avut trupa cand eram mica..si cantam :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in yourself? &lt;/span&gt;da...sa zicem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in life on other planets:&lt;/span&gt; nu prea cred. si treaba cu extraterestrii cred ca este inventia americanilor 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in miracles:&lt;/span&gt; da. miracolele sunt peste tot, chiar daca nu sunt atat de vizibile incat sa ne "sara" in ochi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in Magic:&lt;/span&gt; magia lucrurilor, nu vrajitoare sau magicieni sau ce-or mai fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in God:&lt;/span&gt; da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in Satan:&lt;/span&gt; de existat, exista, dar prefer sa nu cred in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in Santa:&lt;/span&gt; credeam..si ce bine era :-&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: &lt;/span&gt;neaaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Believe in Evolution:&lt;/span&gt; pai..da :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Car:&lt;/span&gt; are mama:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Candy:&lt;/span&gt; de toate.. nu sunt mofturoasa la dulciuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Color:&lt;/span&gt; mov, verde, culori pastel etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Cried in school:&lt;/span&gt; da...naspa situatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: &lt;/span&gt;ciocolata =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chinese/Mexican:&lt;/span&gt; mexican :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Cake or pie: &lt;/span&gt;ce imi face maie..adica de toate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Countries to visit:&lt;/span&gt; toate...sa mai am si pretentii?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Day or Night:&lt;/span&gt; noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Dream vehicle:&lt;/span&gt; pentru ce sa am masina visurilor, ca sa intru in primu` pom cu ea?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Danced:&lt;/span&gt; Da, normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Danced in the rain?&lt;/span&gt; daaaa :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Danced in the middle of the street?&lt;/span&gt; da :))) meneaito :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do the splits?&lt;/span&gt; pas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Eggs:&lt;/span&gt; de ciocolata :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Eyes:&lt;/span&gt; caprui spre verzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Everyone has:&lt;/span&gt; gat :&gt; altfel ce ar sustine capu?! sau n-au cap?! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ever failed a class?&lt;/span&gt; nuuuu #:-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- First crush:&lt;/span&gt; la gradinitza..cand il alergam prin toata curtea sa i-l prezint lu` mama :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Full name:&lt;/span&gt; Mara Hoaghe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- First thoughts waking up: &lt;/span&gt;ca mi-e dor de EL :-w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Food&lt;/span&gt;: tot cu exceptia ciupercilor si mancarurilor sofisticate, gen: melci, broaste, caini, scoici, caracatite etc :-&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fruits: &lt;/span&gt;struguri, capsuni, pepene ...bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Greatest Fear:&lt;/span&gt; multe 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Giver or taker: &lt;/span&gt;giver ( sunt foarte generoasa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Goals: &lt;/span&gt;sa iubesc si sa fiu iubita. peste vreo 10 ani probabil imi voi dori sa am o cariera stralucita si o familie unita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gum: &lt;/span&gt;orbit white si orbit cu pepene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Get along with your parents? &lt;/span&gt;da, mai mult cu mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Good luck charms:&lt;/span&gt; nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hair Colour: &lt;/span&gt;blond spre saten sau saten spre blond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Height:&lt;/span&gt; 170 cm ..sau mai mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Happy:&lt;/span&gt; cand e frumos afara, mai mereu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Holidays:&lt;/span&gt; la mareeee :X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- How do you want to die: &lt;/span&gt;deocamdata ma intreb cum vreau sa imi traiesc viata, nu cum sa mor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Health freak?&lt;/span&gt; nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hate:&lt;/span&gt; probabil da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;(In guys/girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Eye colour: &lt;/span&gt;nu conteaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt; nu conteaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Height:&lt;/span&gt; nu mai pitic ca mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Clothing Style:&lt;/span&gt; fara stilul cocalarului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Characteristics: &lt;/span&gt;:-?? next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ice Cream:&lt;/span&gt; inghetata din carrefour ploiesti e cea mai buna :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Instrument:&lt;/span&gt; pian..imi place, dar nu stiu sa cant la el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jewelry:&lt;/span&gt; cerceii castiga lupta pentru suprematie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Job:&lt;/span&gt; nu e de ajuns ca ma duc la scoala?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Kids:&lt;/span&gt; 1 sau 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Kickboxing or karate&lt;/span&gt;: niciunu` :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Keep a journal?&lt;/span&gt; am blog :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Longest Car Ride: &lt;/span&gt;pana in Maramu`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Love: &lt;/span&gt;da, ce-i cu ea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Letter:&lt;/span&gt; mai trimit din cand in cand unei fete din Anglia,dar am impresia ca s-a mutat :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried:&lt;/span&gt; daaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Love at first sight: &lt;/span&gt;poate.&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Milk flavour: &lt;/span&gt;simplu :-? eventual ciocolata calda cu lapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Movie:&lt;/span&gt; The reader, 7pounds, Twilight, the Duchess , s.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mooned anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Marriage:&lt;/span&gt; nuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Motion sickness?:&lt;/span&gt; nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- McD’s or BK: &lt;/span&gt;McD's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Number of Siblings:&lt;/span&gt; 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Number of Piercings:&lt;/span&gt; 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Number:&lt;/span&gt; 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nickname:&lt;/span&gt; eeehh doar nu sa scriu aici cum ma "alinta" unii :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Overused Phrases: &lt;/span&gt;"puii mei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- One wish:&lt;/span&gt; nu ma pot rezuma la una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- One phobia:&lt;/span&gt; claustrofobia si frica de gandaci, mai precis imi vine sa vomit cand ii vad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Place you’d like to live&lt;/span&gt;: Londra, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pepsi/Coke:&lt;/span&gt; cola, dar m-am lasat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Quail:&lt;/span&gt; n-am :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Questionnaires:&lt;/span&gt; se pun aici si testele din reviste? :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Reason to cry: &lt;/span&gt;cand cineva abuzeaza de generozitatea si inima mea mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Reality T.V.: &lt;/span&gt;nu prea ma uit la tv .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Radio Station: &lt;/span&gt;Europa FM, Pro FM Love si Reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle? &lt;/span&gt;aham :-??&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Song:&lt;/span&gt; sunt prea multe sa le scriu aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sushi:&lt;/span&gt; n-am mancat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Skipped school:&lt;/span&gt; da :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Slept outside:&lt;/span&gt; cred ca nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Seen a dead body?&lt;/span&gt; da..as prefera sa nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Smoked?&lt;/span&gt; nuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Shower daily?&lt;/span&gt; da..logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sing well? &lt;/span&gt;vreti sa ma auziti? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- In the shower?&lt;/span&gt; nu, ca sperii vecinii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Swear?&lt;/span&gt; incerc sa evit sa jur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stuffed Animals? &lt;/span&gt;nuu :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Single/Group dates:&lt;/span&gt; single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries:&lt;/span&gt; amandoua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Scientists need to invent:&lt;/span&gt; un remediu pentru suferintele din dragoste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Time for bed:&lt;/span&gt; in timpul saptamanii pe la 11 , in weekend pe la 1 :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Thunderstorms: &lt;/span&gt;da..sunt. si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose? &lt;/span&gt;asta nu pot :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Unpredictable:&lt;/span&gt; daaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Under the influence?&lt;/span&gt; of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Understanding? &lt;/span&gt;mai mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Vegetable you hate: &lt;/span&gt;ciuperci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Vegetable you love:&lt;/span&gt; multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Vacation spot:&lt;/span&gt; undeva departe.&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Weakness: &lt;/span&gt;mai descoperiti si voi :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When you grow up: &lt;/span&gt;nu vreau !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you:&lt;/span&gt; chiar nu stiu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: &lt;/span&gt;prietenii si comediile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Worst feeling:&lt;/span&gt; cand cineva apropiat sufera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Wanted to be a model?&lt;/span&gt; cand eram mica imi doream.. acu..nu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Where do we go when we die:&lt;/span&gt; nu vreau sa ma gandesc la asta. pas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Walk with a book on your head? &lt;/span&gt;cand eram mica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- X-Rays: &lt;/span&gt;din cate imi aduc aminte, nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Year it is now:&lt;/span&gt; 8-| ce stupid. 2009 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yellow: &lt;/span&gt;da, imi place. altceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Zoo animal: &lt;/span&gt;leeeuuu :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; leeeuuuu :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PERSON WHO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bed beside you? mama.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person to see you cry? eu..&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? in clasa a 3a la Cinema Independenta cu scoala.. La 101 dalmatieni.&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? nici nu mai stiu :-??&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? tata.&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? mama, sa ma intrebe daca am facut curat 8-|&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh? prietenele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisa&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3568837327309411756?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3568837327309411756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3568837327309411756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3568837327309411756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3568837327309411756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/04/abecedar.html' title='Abecedar'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-890317887852804314</id><published>2009-03-31T21:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:55:27.522+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arenele romane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vladimir nabokov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scriitor rus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolita'/><title type='text'>Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SdJk5uGWncI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GnfNm2FXWHg/s1600-h/lolita.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SdJk5uGWncI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GnfNm2FXWHg/s320/lolita.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319425052667977154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa scriu pagini despre Lolita lui Nabokov, dar o sa descriu doar esentialul , lasandu-va pe voi sa descoperiti si sa savurati pagina cu pagina povestea dureroasa a lui H.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbert Humbert este un barbat in varsta de 40 de ani, care dezvolta pasiuni si obsesii sexuale pentru asa zisele "nimfete" ( fete de o varsta frageda de pana la 14 ani) . O intalneste pe Lolita in urma unei coincidente si ajunge sa o iubeasca pana la extrem. Se casatoreste cu mama Lolitei, Charlotte doar pentru a fi mai aproape de fata ei. Toata cartea este o descriere a durerii, tensiunii si dezamagirilor prin care trece H.H . Desi la prima impresie barbatul pare un pedofil mizerabil, nu stiu cum se intampla dar ajungi pe parcurs sa il iubesti si sa ii intelegi chinurile sufletesti prin care trece. Mie cel putin asta mi s-a intamplat, iar finalul m-a "dat pe spate" pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este o carte impresionanta, extraordinar de buna si nu cred ca sunt multi scriitori care ar putea sa redea atat de bine chinul lui Humbert Humbert. Din partea mea nota 10 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra: primul capitol al romanului si cateva citate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Lolita, lumina a vietii mele, vapaie a viscerelor mele.Supliciul meu, suflet al meu. Lo-lii-ta: varful limbii executa o miscare in trei timpi, coborand pe valul palatului ca sa atinga la timpul trei, dintii. Lo, li, ta. &lt;br /&gt;Dimineata, ea era Lo, pur si simplu Lo. Cum statea in picioare, un metro cinzeci in sosete. Era Lola, cand purta pantaloni pescaresti. Era Dolly, la scoala, Dolores era ea in imprejurati oficiale. Dar, in bratele mele, era intotdeauna Lolita.&lt;br /&gt;A mai fost cineva inaintea ei? Da, da, a fost. De fapt, poate, n-ar fi existat o Lolita daca, intr-o vara, initiatica, n-as fi iubit o anumita fetita. Intr-un principat la tarmul marii. Dar cand? Cand? De mult, cu ani si ani inainte de nasterea Lolitei. Cati ani? Aproape varsta mea din acea vara. Stilul prozei fantastice este acela al unui ucigas. &lt;br /&gt;Doamnelor si domnilor jurati, proba numarul este ceea ce au pizmuit serafimii, dezinformatii, naivii, nobil inaripatii serafimii. Priviti aceasta impletitura de spini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frunzaresc iarasi si iarasi aceste memorii nefericite si ma intreb intruna daca fisura din viata mea s-a produs atunci, in stralucirea acelei veri indepartate; dar, poate, dorinta excesiva pe care mi-a starnit-o acest copil a fost primul simtopm al unei ciudatenii personale. Cand incerc sa-mi analizez nazuintele, poftele, motivatiile, actiunile si asa mai departe, ma abandonez unui fel de imaginatie retrospectiva care imi alimenteaza capacitatea analitica cu alternative nelimitate, astfel ca orice itinerary vizualizat se ramifica si iar se ramifica,la nesfarsit, in perspective complexa, innebunitoare a trecutului meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numele acesta ( Haze Dolores) asezat printre multe altele imi da fiori pe sira spinarii. De ce? Incerc sa analizez. De ce ma tulbura intr-atat incat ma podidesc lacrimile(fierbinti, opalescente, mari ; lacrimile pe care le varsa poetii si indragostitii) ? De ce? Din cauza anonimatului duios al numelui in mantie oficiala (“Dolores”) si a permutarii abstracte a numelui de botez si a celui de familie , care seamana cu o pereche noua de manusi deschise la culoare sau cu o masca? &lt;br /&gt;  Care sa fie cuvantul – cheie ? “Masca”? Din cauza delectarii produse de misterul semitransparent al voalului unduitor din interiorul caruia iti zambesc , in trecere , doar tie carnea si ochii fintei dragi, fiindca numai tu o vei cunoaste? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… si o priveam, o priveam si am inteles clar, cum stiu ca o sa mor , ca o iubeam cum nu iubisem nimic din ceea ce vazusem sau imaginasem pe pamant sau sperasem sa intalnesc vreodata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata de apoi este, dupa cate stim, doar o stare vesnica de nebunie chinuitoare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, asta-I povestea mea. Am recitit-o. Are in ea crampeie de suflet, suvite de sange si ganganii verzi, stralucitoare. In momentele cruciale ale istorisirii simt cum eul meu alunecos fuge de mine cufundandu-se in ape mai intunecate, mai sumbre pe care nu ma incumet sa le sondez. N-am vrut sa ranesc pe nimeni si de aceea, multe lucruri si personae raman invaluite in mister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-890317887852804314?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/890317887852804314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=890317887852804314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/890317887852804314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/890317887852804314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/lolita-vladimir-nabokov.html' title='Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SdJk5uGWncI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GnfNm2FXWHg/s72-c/lolita.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5554775195639797334</id><published>2009-03-25T17:35:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:37:11.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi de primavara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/ScpP1UFcIlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCSCeMnJX_4/s1600-h/405-Fluturi+si+Flori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/ScpP1UFcIlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCSCeMnJX_4/s320/405-Fluturi+si+Flori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150087407477330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cunoaste. A iubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Înc-o data, iar si iara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               a cunoaste-nseamna iarna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               a iubi e primavara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A iubi - aceasta vine&lt;br /&gt;            tare de departe-n mine.&lt;br /&gt;            A iubi - aceasta vine&lt;br /&gt;            tare de departe-n tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cunoaste. A iubi.&lt;br /&gt;            Care-i drumul? Ce te-ndeamna?&lt;br /&gt;            A cunoaste - ce înseamna?&lt;br /&gt;            A iubi - de ce ti-e teama?&lt;br /&gt;            printre flori si-n mare iarba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Printre flori si-n mare iarba,&lt;br /&gt;            patima fara pacate&lt;br /&gt;            ne rastoarna-n infinit,&lt;br /&gt;            cu rumoare si ardoare&lt;br /&gt;            de albine re-ncarnate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Înc-odata, iar si iara,&lt;br /&gt;            a iubi e primavara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lucian Blaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Primavara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daaaa, ce imi place primavaraaaaa :X Flutureii au inceput sa isi faca loc prin burtica meaaa 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimente pe care credeam ca nu le voi mai trai prea curand isi fac simtita prezenta in suflet din nou :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5554775195639797334?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5554775195639797334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5554775195639797334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5554775195639797334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5554775195639797334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-zi-de-primavara.html' title='O zi de primavara'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/ScpP1UFcIlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCSCeMnJX_4/s72-c/405-Fluturi+si+Flori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-816364205849150332</id><published>2009-03-14T12:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:28:55.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dansul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbugwBLkbPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pqomV9qO6GU/s1600-h/balet_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbugwBLkbPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pqomV9qO6GU/s320/balet_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313016932224756978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a dorit toata viata sa danseze, dar nu dansul prin casa si la petreceri..voia ceva mai mult. Voia sa pluteasca pe ritm de vals si sa isi unduiasca soldurile pe salsa. De mic copil se visa dansatoare. Voia sa stie sa faca acel minunat piqué al baletului.. Stie foarte bine ca pentru a capata o anumita postura trebuie sa munceasca de la o varsta frageda. Ea a ratat acea varsta..Isi dorea enorm sa isi poata transpune sentimentele in pasiunea rumbei. Aseara, ea a simtit emotia dansului mult mai aproape decat sticla televizorului, unde isi putea imagina ca dansatoarea principala este ea. A fost un dans mirific, vazut de la  5 metri, un dans care a starnit mai multa emotie decat cea care i-o oferea "Baletul de la Dansez pentru tine"&lt;br /&gt;A fost ceva impresionant..care a facut-o sa regrete ca nu a urmat cursuri de dansuri de societate sau balet cand era mica. Probabil ar fi fost o dansatoare buna.. Are ritmul in sange.. Dar niciodata nu se va misca asemenea acelei fete care a incantat pe toata lumea cu miscarile ei superbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si-ar fi dorit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1,2,3 Cha cha cha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-816364205849150332?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/816364205849150332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=816364205849150332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/816364205849150332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/816364205849150332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/dansul.html' title='Dansul...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbugwBLkbPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pqomV9qO6GU/s72-c/balet_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2571015490680814712</id><published>2009-03-10T20:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:55:35.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa - Chestionarul lui Marcel Proust</title><content type='html'>Chiar daca in ultima vreme activitatea blogului a fost mai mult din lepse, nu m-am putut abtine sa ma autoservesc de pe blogul lui Bendeac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este un chestionar realizat de Marcel Proust, cel care a scris cartea "In cautarea timpului pierdut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Principala mea trăsătură: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinceritatea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Calitatea pe care doresc să o întîlnesc la un bărbat : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increderea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Calitatea pe care o prefer la o femeie :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rabdarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ce preţuiesc mai mult la prietenii mei : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capacitatea de a ma suporta si a ma asculta cand am nevoie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Principalul meu defect : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incapatanarea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Îndeletnicirea mea preferată : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cititul si distractia cu prietenii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fericirea pe care mi-o visez : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa am parte de iubire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Care ar fi pentru mine cea mai mare nenorocire : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa imi pierd prietenii, asta ar fi chiar dezastru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Locul unde aş vrea să trăiesc : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Londraaaa :X:X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Culoarea mea preferată :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crem, bej si culoarea nisipului :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Floarea care-mi place : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zambilutza si liliacul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pasărea mea preferată : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasarea phoenix, pentru ca poate sa renasca din propria-i cenusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Prozatorii mei preferaţi : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ernest Hemingway, George Calinescu,Mircea Eliade,  Henri Charriere( din pacate nu a scris decat o carte, autobiografica). Mircea Cartarescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Poeţii mei preferaţi : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mihai Eminescu , Marin Sorescu . Lucian Blaga si George Bacovia( depinde de stare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eroii mei preferaţi din literatură : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papillon , Pip( Marile sperante) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Eroinele mele preferate din literatură : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria ( Pentru cine bat clopotele), Eva ( Coliba unchiului Tom) , Anna( Karenina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compozitorii mei preferaţi : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chopin, Mozart , dar la fel, depinde de stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pictorii mei preferaţi : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van Gogh , Leonardo Da Vinci si Picasso, dar si Nicolae Grigorescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Eroii mei preferaţi din viaţa reală :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama, Tudor Chirila, Hugh Grant, Mihai Bendeac, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ce urăsc cel mai mult :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ipocrizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Calitatea pe care aş vrea s-o am din nastere : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredere in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Cum aş vrea să mor : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe o plaja, alaturi de cei care chiar ma iubesc .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Greşelile ce-mi inspiră cea mai mare indulgenţă : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prostia :)) nu se vindeca, deci pot sa fiu toleranta..doar uneori :))...rareori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Deviza mea : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suna a cliseu, poate si este, dar viata ( cat a fost pana acum) mi-a demonstrat ca trebuie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sa traiesti fiecare clipa, ca si cum ar fi ultima !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la Cezzy, Alexandra, Tipa de la unspe , Denisa si oricine mai vrea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2571015490680814712?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2571015490680814712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2571015490680814712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2571015490680814712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2571015490680814712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa-chestionarul-lui-marcel-proust.html' title='Leapsa - Chestionarul lui Marcel Proust'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-272323479697883705</id><published>2009-03-10T16:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:00:26.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepsutza</title><content type='html'>Multumesc &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt; pentru leaspa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod de preparare :&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackenzie_River_Husky"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa, adaugati o cantitate de :&lt;br /&gt;- Go to “Random quotations” or click &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum e timpul pentru :&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la final,&lt;br /&gt;- Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pofta buna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie cam asta mi-a iesit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbZ_83Qrn1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/zqZu39hpf2s/s1600-h/3335092848_4d1d92646a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbZ_83Qrn1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/zqZu39hpf2s/s320/3335092848_4d1d92646a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311573494132875090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la Raluca si Cezzy ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-272323479697883705?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/272323479697883705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=272323479697883705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/272323479697883705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/272323479697883705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/multumesc-alexandra-pentru-leaspa-d-mod.html' title='Lepsutza'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SbZ_83Qrn1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/zqZu39hpf2s/s72-c/3335092848_4d1d92646a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6426580957273351244</id><published>2009-03-04T19:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:11:50.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it !</title><content type='html'>cititi si ascultati &lt;a href="http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com/2009/03/scrisoare-catre-liceeni.html"&gt;asta &lt;/a&gt;.E impresionanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6426580957273351244?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6426580957273351244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6426580957273351244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6426580957273351244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6426580957273351244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-it.html' title='Read it !'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6883843361418779300</id><published>2009-03-01T11:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:12:33.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>primavara = fericire</title><content type='html'>A venit in sfarsit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PRIMAVARAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun venit pistruilor :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Aseara am vazut cel mai frumos apus din viata mea 8-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6883843361418779300?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6883843361418779300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6883843361418779300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6883843361418779300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6883843361418779300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavara-fericire.html' title='primavara = fericire'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2164235609025879724</id><published>2009-02-26T20:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:21:36.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Leapsa de la Alexandra ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt …eu insumi.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea … sa merg la mare iarna .&lt;br /&gt;Pastrez …oracolul dintr-a 8-a.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit … sa nu fiu asa incapatanata uneori.&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi place …ipocrizia .&lt;br /&gt;Ma tem de…fulgere .&lt;br /&gt;Aud … fosnetul vantului primavaratic&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau … ca nu am cunoscut iubirea adevarata....dar mai e timp :D&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac …cartile bune, muzica adevarata si fluturii in stomac.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt … ce vor altii sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;Dansez... in casa..tot ce se poate dansa .&lt;br /&gt;Cant … cand sunt singura ...din pacate sunt afona :)).&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata …nu ma voi lasa influentata de gandirea altora.&lt;br /&gt;Rar … ma poate scoate cineva din sarite&lt;br /&gt;Plang cand privesc …copii care sufera din cauza ignorantei parintilor.&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi place de mine pentru ca … uneori devin foarte sensibila.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt confuz/a … majoritatea timpului.&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de … iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui … sa capat mai multa incredere in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la Cezzy :D . Stiu ca nu o sa ma refuze ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2164235609025879724?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2164235609025879724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2164235609025879724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2164235609025879724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2164235609025879724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1471584055344737707</id><published>2009-02-21T11:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:29:51.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Precizari</title><content type='html'>Inainte de a incepe sa scriu iar , trebuie sa fac niste precizari referitoare la anumite evenimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daca nu iti convine ce scriu, nu mai imi citi blogul, nu te oblig. Si decat sa il citesti si sa comentezi, nestiind ce e in sufletul meu, multumindu.te sa ramai la partea superficiala, mai bine lasa.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nu am nevoie de comentarii, nu in asta sta baza blogului. Eu scriu ce simt, nu pot scrie despre ceva ce nu simt. De exemplu nu voi fi ipocrita, si nu voi scrie lucruri minunate, dar pe care nu le simt. Deci din nou ma intorc la punctul 1. Nu cititi daca nu vreti!&lt;br /&gt;3. Viata in culori e un blog de suflet. Sufletul meu.Care intampina cele mai diverse sentimente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1471584055344737707?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1471584055344737707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1471584055344737707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1471584055344737707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1471584055344737707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/precizari.html' title='Precizari'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6083055632139103342</id><published>2009-02-09T18:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:57:29.168+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine`s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitch'/><title type='text'>Valentine`s Day=?!</title><content type='html'>Valentine`s Day...prescurat V`day..Ce inseamna de fapt sarbatoarea asta?! Ahaaaa! E o sarbatoare a iubirii....interesant! Si e a noastra? Aaaa nu e :&gt; Pai nu degeaba suntem noi romani...ne place sa copiem de la altii...nu degeaba zicea Maiorescu ce zicea...dar ma rog...asta nu are nicio legatura...era vorba doar de faptul ca noi copiem tot ce la moda prin strainatate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa revenim la fenomenul (pot sa ii spun fenomen) V`day... Pentru mine..aceasta sarbatoare nu inseamna decat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;o maaare infinita de inimoare rosii ( kitch-uri as putea spune ), pe care bineinteles nu are cum sa lipseasca o inscriptie fada si fara pic de imaginatie gen : Te iubesc , sau mult prea folositul I love you;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toate magazinele pline de ursuleti cu aceeasi inscriptie de mai sus,daca se poate sa fie si roz cu atat mai bine;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mult instinct de turma...toata lumea primeste si daruieste aceleasi cadouri lipsite de imaginatie.. sa va exemplific poate nu ma credeti : "Hai fataaaa, lasa-ma, cum sa nu iti doresti un ursuletz mareeeee si rooozzz pe care scrie Te iubesc??? Ce dovada de iubire mai poti cere???"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o zi ca oricare alta pentru ca nu cred ca este nevoie de o zi speciala pentru a-ti arata iubirea.. Chiar nu cred. Daca iubesti si esti iubit, poti face din fiecare zi o zi a iubirii..Nu te impiedica nimic...Din punctul meu de vedere iubirea nu are nevoie de anumite zile pentru a fi aratata...Daca doar de V`day cumperi un cadou..inseamna ca o faci din obligatie...si atunci ma intorc tot la punctul anterior...facem asa pentru ca asa face toata lumea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Restaurante full...oriunde! Sa presupunem ca esti singur/a.. Vrei sa iesi cu prietenii tai singuri..Unde sa te duci??? Peste tot e full! Cei singuri nu au dreptul la iesit in ziua aia?Da...mai e varianta cu rezervatul..dar daca iti vine ideea in ziua respectiva?! Te duci acasa...sau in parc daca nu e foarte frig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa nu mai zic despre ce se vorbeste peste tot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Nu vreau sa fiu considerata un mic Grinch al V`day..doar ca sunt satula de atatia ani de cand este mult prea promovata aceasta sarbatoare. De exemplu, cati dintre cocalarii care strang bani tot anul...numai ca sa ia un buchet de flori ofilite, in special garoafe, si sa isi duca iubita, preferabil pitzipoanca, la o shaworma la colt de strada, stiu ce este Dragobetele?? Poate dau si ei un search pe Google sa se informeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt rea?! Nici macar...Doar ca ma irita sa vad bucuria falsa la vederea unui maimutoi luat din piata la 10 RON. Si nu imi pasa daca voi fi contrazisa..Este parerea mea si am dreptul sa mi-o exprim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Un trandafir luat din tot sufletul sau un sarut inseamna mult mai mult decat un maimutoi de plus sau o inimioara cu un mesaj lipsit de caldura sufleteasca!&lt;br /&gt;PS 2 : Sfantule Valentin, n-am nimic cu tine!&lt;br /&gt;PS3: Castravetii roz vor marsalui sambata :))) Impotriva, normal... Pentru alaturare va rog contactati-o pe &lt;a href="http://vreausafiumare.blogspot.com"&gt;Raluca&lt;/a&gt;! Si pe mine :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6083055632139103342?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6083055632139103342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6083055632139103342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6083055632139103342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6083055632139103342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine`s Day=?!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2829445775340060251</id><published>2009-02-05T11:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:53:29.699+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shhht:-$</title><content type='html'>Are pielea catifelata,imi zambeste si doarme pana tarziu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2829445775340060251?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2829445775340060251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2829445775340060251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2829445775340060251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2829445775340060251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/shhht.html' title='shhht:-$'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7695429420491925999</id><published>2009-02-03T16:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:34:32.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>multumesc:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7695429420491925999?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7695429420491925999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7695429420491925999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7695429420491925999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7695429420491925999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/multumesc.html' title=''/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5723692573926317718</id><published>2009-02-02T12:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:36:53.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYbMpnCGZWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KAL17GZqsHs/s1600-h/DSC05591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYbMpnCGZWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KAL17GZqsHs/s320/DSC05591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298147026872460642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caracterul este destin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5723692573926317718?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5723692573926317718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5723692573926317718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5723692573926317718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5723692573926317718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/02/regina-maria-caracterul-este-destin.html' title=''/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYbMpnCGZWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KAL17GZqsHs/s72-c/DSC05591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8394706157172208658</id><published>2009-01-30T18:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:21:08.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ernest hemingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><title type='text'>Pentru cine bat clopotele? - Ernest Hemingway</title><content type='html'>„Scriitorul adevarat este un om singur. Si, pe masura ce creste in ochii celorlalti, se cufunda tot mai mult in singuratate. Iar daca este suficient de bun, in fiecare zi e nevoit sa se confrunte cu eternitatea sau cu absenta ei. Pentru un scriitor adevarat, fiecare carte este un nou inceput, o noua incercare de a atinge ceva care ramine mereu de neatins. Misiunea lui este de a merge pe cai ce n-au mai fost umblate sau de a izbuti acolo unde altii au dat gres. Dar sa scrii literatura nu inseamna doar sa spui cu alte cuvinte ceea ce deja s-a spus – tocmai pentru ca au existat marii scriitori ai trecutului, noi, cei de astazi, sintem nevoiti sa mergem mai departe decit am fi crezut vreodata ca putem ajunge, sa iesim in larg, pina cind raminem cu totul singuri, lipsiti de orice sprijin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am citit Batranul si marea, roman care m-a impresionat, am decis sa ma apuc si de Pentru cine bat clopotele. Impresia mea nu s-a schimbat. Tot la ideea ca Hemingway descrie excelent si fara cusur trairile oamenilor in situatii speciale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actiunea acestui roman se desfasoara in Spania, in timpul razboiului dintre republicani si fascisti. Desi, daca la prima vedere ati fi tentati sa credeti ca este doar un roman de razboi, va inselati. Razboiul se contureaza pe povestea de dragoste a unei tinere,Maria si un soldat american , Robert Jordan. El vine din Montana, SUA , unde preda limba spaniola,dar din cauza unui ordin de a arunca la un moment cheie un pod in aer ajunge in Spania, unde cunoaste ceata lui Pablo, un om foarte puternic si ambitios in tinerete, delasator si las la batranete. Desi strain , Robert reuseste sa se integreze, autorul surprinzand astfel si celelalte personaje. Legaturile care se leaga intre ei devin foarte puternice, ei ajung sa fie foarte uniti in momentul distrugerii podului si a evenimentelor ce se succed.Pe langa insiruirea evenimentelor intr-o maniera excelenta, Hemingway descrie si anumite particularitati ale spaniolilor, ceea ce ii da o nuanta diferita cartii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalul este pe masura.. Fericit sau nu , va las pe voi sa descoperiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totul e chestie de stiinta si ca taurul niciodata nu-l strapunge pe om; mai degraba omul se strapunge in coarnele taurului. Mandria nemasurata ii face sa vorbeasca totdeauna asa, si pe urma sunt strapunsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am stiut c-o sa pot simti vreodata ce simt acum. Nici c-are sa mi se poate intampla asa ceva. As vrea sa fi avut toata viata ce am astazi. O sa ai, ii spunea alta parte a cugetului. O sa ai. O ai acum, si asta-i tot ce inseamna viata ta; acum. Nu exista altceva in afara de acum. Nu exista nici ieri, poti fi sigur, si nu exista nici vreun maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand e viscol, vantul poate sulfa cu putere de uragan; dar aduce doar puritate alba si vazduhul e plin de albeata miscatoare, toate se schimba la fata, iar dupa ce vantul conteneste, ramane tacerea si neclintirea. Era un vifor puternici, si ar fi putut sa se bucure de el. Strica totul, dar nu insemna ca nu se poate bucura de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nevoie si sa ucizi, stiu,dar fapta asta e foarte daunatoare pentru om si socotesc ca, dupa ce s-o termina totul si om birui in razboi trebuie gasita o pocainta de vreun fel oarecare pentru toti ca sa ne putem izbavi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai prosti singur cu privire la dragostea ce-o nutresti pentru o fiinta. Aici nu e vorba decat de faptul ca cea mai mare parte dintre oameni nu sunt destul de norocosi ca sa intalneasca dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce cumplit animal e omul stapanit de furie! …… Furia asta e un alt lux blestemat pe care nu ti-l poti ingadui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna-cuviinta ar fi insemnat sa scoti sticla si sa oferi, de forma, un pahar. Asa ar fi facut un francez, si dupa aceea ar fi pus restul la pastrare, ca sa-l aiba si pentru alt prilej. Nu, sa te gandesti cu adevarata caldura ca musafirului are sa ii faca placere, pe urma s-o iei si s-o aduci cu tine numai pentru a-i da prilej sa se mai bucure o data, in vreme ce tu esti prins intr-o treaba in care ai toate temeiurile din lume sa te gandesti numai la tine si la nimeni altcineva, la nimic altceva In afara de ceea ce vrei sa duci la bun sfarsit – iata ce inseamna sa fii spaniol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8394706157172208658?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8394706157172208658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8394706157172208658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8394706157172208658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8394706157172208658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/pentru-cine-bat-clopotele-ernest.html' title='Pentru cine bat clopotele? - Ernest Hemingway'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1325711582945359672</id><published>2009-01-29T21:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:04:32.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din puţul gândirii</title><content type='html'>Intrebare: De ce nu mananca elefantul mamaliga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandiiiitii.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Ca nu ii da nimeni. :| :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Ce trebuie sa ii faci unui hipopotam care e deranjat la stomac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns : Loc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt bancuri gen: 2 ursuleti numarau o bila. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1325711582945359672?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1325711582945359672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1325711582945359672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1325711582945359672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1325711582945359672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/din-putul-gandirii.html' title='Din puţul gândirii'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2532788649627806201</id><published>2009-01-28T14:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:15:52.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviu cu mine</title><content type='html'>Leapsa servita de la &lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecem peste partile introductive...eu fac cunostinta cu mine..ma asez confortabil pe un fotoliu, si astept intrebarile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Am observat ca in ultima vreme pui numai posturi triste. Vrei cumva sa devii EMO?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Asemenea parere ti-ai format ? Nu! nu devin emo....doar ca am o perioada mai deprimanta...si nici vremea de afara nu ma ajuta prea mult . Ia uita-te pe geam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Da...cam ai dreptate...sa inteleg ca esti o mare fana a anotimpurilor calde?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Daca nu imi place vremea urata...e logic ca prefer primavara sau vara... 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Minti! Atunci tii la cineva?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Pai atunci inseamna ca iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Ba nu inseamna deloc..a iubi si a tine la o persoana nu inseamna acelasi lucru...Ar fi trebuit sa stii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:De ce devii aroganta si nervoasa?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Pentru ca deja esti mare si nu stii ca "a iubi" si  "a tine la cineva" nu inseamna acelasi lucru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Vad ca nu iti plac intrebarile legate de dragoste. Sa trecem la altceva. N-o sa mai fii aroganta daca nu te mai intreb de iubire?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Sa speram ca nu...poate totusi gasesti intrebari mai inteligente decat alea de mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: O sa ma straduiesc. Si ia spune...ca tot vad ca ai o perioada de melancolie... Daca, ipotetic vorbind, ai avea un accident, care din cele 5 simturi ai prefera sa il pastrezi?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Categoric VAZUL. Nu as putea trai fara sa vad marea, sa citesc, fara sa ma bucur de iarba verde a primaverii si cerul auriu al toamnei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Unde te vezi peste 15 ani? La cratita  sau o femeie independenta?&lt;br /&gt;Mara:Probabil o sa am cabinetul meu propriu de psiholog...un sot iubitor si niste copii minunati...cu ochii mei si buzele lui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Daca ai putea sa controlezi toate persoanele din lume ce le-ai face?&lt;br /&gt;Mara:In niciun caz nu le-as face mai bune...sau pe toate bune...Insa as incerca sa inlatur nedreptatea ...si as aplica aceleasi legi pentru toata lumea, indiferent de culoare sau rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Suna putin cam patetic, nu ti se pare?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Eu am impresia ca intrebarile tale sunt de asa natura incat raspunsurile sa devina patetice... Si nu,nu consider ideea de a inlatura nedreptatea ca fiind o idee nereusita. Ce vrei sa spui ca tu nu ti-ai dori asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Nu conteaza ce vreau eu! Eu pun intrebarile! Nu imi mai raspunde prin alte intrebari! Si daca ai castiga la loterie, tot pentru nedreptatea din lume ai lupta? Ca pana la urma, poate ar fi o nedreptate sa castigi tu in locul altuia. Nu?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Hai mai lasa-ma cu intrebarile astea! Deja e un cliseu. Cum sa castig la loterie daca eu nu pun bilet? Sau vrei sa spui ca biletul se pune singur??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Nu deveni iar nervoasa...linisteste-te... Mai am o singura intrebare... Dupa te las, ca vad ca nu prea ai dispozitie pentru interviuri. Daca ai fi fortata sa pleci undeva de unde nu te vei mai intoarce niciodata, care ar fi singurul lucru pe care l-ai lua cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Cred ca...un album cu pozele cu cei dragi...Un obiect al amintirilor si bucuriilor din trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Multumesc! Sper ca nu mai esti asa nervoasa...&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Sa zicem ca "ai dres busuiocu`" cu ultima intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vine-valu--adio-calu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pic&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vreausafiumare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raluca&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://ineedadream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2532788649627806201?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2532788649627806201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2532788649627806201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2532788649627806201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2532788649627806201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviu-cu-mine.html' title='Interviu cu mine'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7067944715669130591</id><published>2009-01-24T22:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:25:29.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SXt07dfGAKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BdmBuda435Y/s1600-h/Seven_Pounds_1225452724_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SXt07dfGAKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BdmBuda435Y/s320/Seven_Pounds_1225452724_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294954351780298914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Thomas: In seven days, God created the world. And in seven seconds, I shattered mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevenpounds.com/"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/a&gt;. Un film care m-a impresionat cum niciun film nu a mai reusit in ultima vreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este singurul film pe care l-am vazut in ultima vreme si din care am avut ce invata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Thomas este agent Fisc si viata lui se schimba complet cand face un accident de masina in care mor 7 persoane. De atunci el decide sa schimbe ceva si alege 7 persoane pe care sa le ajute, dar numai daca acestea merita cu adevarat.  Pe parcurs el se indragosteste de Emily , o fata cu o boala a inimii. Filmul dovedeste ca numai iubirea adevarata poate schimba viata unui om. Finalul este neasteptat si oricat de nepasator ai fi nu ai cum sa nu fii afectat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca v-am trezit curiozitatea si din partea mea nota 20 acestui film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9nn0eKwxHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9nn0eKwxHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7067944715669130591?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SXt07dfGAKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BdmBuda435Y/s72-c/Seven_Pounds_1225452724_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4085710261855157715</id><published>2009-01-24T10:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:21:46.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>RECUPERARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4085710261855157715?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4085710261855157715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNbTkqcQvKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNbTkqcQvKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-58501367174575163?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/58501367174575163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=58501367174575163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/58501367174575163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/58501367174575163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/d_22.html' title=':D'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6969512189438777467</id><published>2009-01-21T09:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:41:18.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Vreau o sluga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6969512189438777467?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6969512189438777467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6969512189438777467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6969512189438777467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6969512189438777467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2144942267593734403</id><published>2009-01-20T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:00:26.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>De ce razi?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a venit o idee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2144942267593734403?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2144942267593734403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2144942267593734403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2144942267593734403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2144942267593734403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6817246170060079141</id><published>2009-01-13T22:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:35:27.168+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suferinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sansa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nedrept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nepasare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecut'/><title type='text'>Basmele nu exista in viata reala. punct.</title><content type='html'>Am nevoie sa scriu..Nevoia de a-mi exprima gandurile si sentimentele prin scris apare din ce in ce mai des..Am nevoie sa scot tot raul din mine, vreau sa strig...macar de as putea..Si cand credeam ca nimic nu ma mai poate surprinde in lumea asta de rahat, uite ca m-am inselat. Intotdeauna se gasesc oameni care sa iti dea in cap si sa iti arate ca esti prea naiva pentru societatea actuala. Mara, trezeste-te! Nu traiesti intr-o lume de basm si nici nu o sa iti aduca nimeni pantoful cu diamante la palat. Ba dimpotriva, in fiecare zi calci in noroiul si mocirla vietii, nici gand sa fie viata altfel. Si atunci de ce au mai aparut basmele? Da, da...ca sa iesi din rutina vietii intr-o lume de vis ..tipica definitie a basmului de la romana... Ok...si cand te intorci in lumea reala si vezi cat de detestabila este, nu iti vine sa iti iei campii si sa pleci undeva unde nimeni sa nu iti mai faca rau?? Da, plec, dar unde? Toate locurile ( presupun, n-am fost in lumea larga, dar mi-e de ajuns Romania ca sa generalizez) sunt invadate de oameni care traiesc pentru a strica vietile altora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite ca tot naiva sunt....si ma afund intr-o stare de indignare.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa nu mai fiu asa credula si sa nu mai pun totul la suflet...dar e asa de greu..Inca sper sa gasesc acel print care imi va aseza geaca lui deasupra baltii vietii ca eu sa nu ma murdaresc, Inca sper ca va aparea de undeva din neant si va schimba lumea...sau macar ma va schimba pe mine si ma va adapta la viata actuala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VISE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe basme, prea multe iluzii, prea multe ganduri ca voi schimba ceva..ca va fi mai bine si ca macar unei persoane ii va pasa de problemele mele. Poate ca cineva nu o sa fie atat de interesat de propria-i persoana si se va uita si in jur.. Slabe sanse... Dar speranta moare ultima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6817246170060079141?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6817246170060079141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6817246170060079141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6817246170060079141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6817246170060079141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/basmele-nu-exista-in-viata-reala-punct.html' title='Basmele nu exista in viata reala. punct.'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4108171679332911056</id><published>2009-01-07T20:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:00:40.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu sunt un obiect!</title><content type='html'>Doua lucruri urasc pe lumea asta...lucruri pe care nu le accept si nici nu o sa imi schimb parerea.. Urasc ipocrizia si de asemenea urasc sa fiu folosita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am impresia ca lumea ma considera o persoana naiva, o persoana care nu are "termen de expirare"...adica pot sa ma foloseasca pana cand se satura ei probabil. Dragilor, ar fi bine sa va mai schimbati ideile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt la limita! M-am saturat de expresii gen: "Maraaaa, stii ca te iubesc, nu? Poti sa imi faci nu stiu ce? poti sa ma ajuti cu asta? poti sa imi dai tema la materia x? poti sa imi traduci lectia x? " Nu, chiar nu stiu ca ma iubesti..si n.am nevoie de iubire interesata...si n.am nevoie nici de pupincuristi...&lt;br /&gt; Dar mai nou , unii nici nu ma mai roaga...culmea tupeului..de parca eu n.am nimic de facut decat sa le fac temele altora... Si e si mai urat cand ma prinde persoana respectiva intr-o zi in care gradul de irascibilitate este multe peste normal. Dar, eu sunt de vina pana la urma...ca accept...in loc sa spun nu...daca esti bun...esti luat de fraier...daca esti rau...zic toti ca n.ai pic de suflet ..si atunci cum sa le imbin sa nu ma mai ia lumea de proasta??&lt;br /&gt; "Hai lasa ma, ca ne face Mara". Ajut pe toti, dar am si eu o limita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4108171679332911056?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4108171679332911056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4108171679332911056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4108171679332911056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4108171679332911056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/nu-sunt-un-obiect.html' title='Nu sunt un obiect!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7140586967716060091</id><published>2009-01-07T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:31:51.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ღ</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca inima lui a fost de acord sa ma lase pe mine in locul ei:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7140586967716060091?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7140586967716060091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7140586967716060091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7140586967716060091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7140586967716060091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='ღ'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8946792121844432365</id><published>2009-01-05T18:30:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:55:56.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa - Top 5 melodii romantice</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca a trecut ceva vreme de cand nu am mai primit si onorat vreo leapsa si pentru ca draga mea colega de bloggereala e indragostita pana peste cap m-am gandit sa initiez eu una :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care sunt cele mai romantice melodii pe care le-ati ascultat si v-au si ramas in suflet? Realizati un top 5 al melodiilor romantice din isoria muzicii( daca puteti, desigur...pentru ca eu nu ma pot multumi cu 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere topul ar suna cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't cry - Guns'n' Roses&lt;br /&gt;5. Love of my life - Queen&lt;br /&gt;4. Still loving you - Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;3. Wicked game - Chris Isaak&lt;br /&gt;2. Vama( Veche) - Dragostea , Epilog, Undeva in vama , vama veche (am cam depasit :D) &lt;br /&gt;Si pe primul loc ...tadamm :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Careless whisper - George Michael (pentru ca de fiecare data cand o ascult imi da fiori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mai adauga : -Mariah Carey : Without you, My all ;&lt;br /&gt;                         - Jewel- Foolish games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i-bloom-blaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; interesate? ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8946792121844432365?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8946792121844432365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=8946792121844432365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8946792121844432365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/8946792121844432365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/leapsa-top-5-melodii-romantice.html' title='Leapsa - Top 5 melodii romantice'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4767220022278870589</id><published>2009-01-03T14:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:31:21.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stii ca te am sarutat cand dormeai?</title><content type='html'>-"imi place cand se trezeste inaintea mea,ma inveleste si ma pupa"-&lt;br /&gt;exact asa ar fi trebuit sa sune si fraza la care ma gandeam eu,doar k nu reuseam sa leg cuvintele!&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb dak senzatia e aceeasi atat l fata cat si la baiat!si l-as ruga ,dak vrea,sa-mi descrie putin starea din acel moment..&lt;br /&gt;Eu as zice..mereu altfel.Imi place sa adorm in tricoul lui,sa-i ocup locul de la perete,sa ma tina strans in brate ca pe un copil,sa adoarma EL primul si sa-i sarut pielea fierbinte.Cateodata cred k incerc sa l trezesc..pentru k imi da drumul la mana..dar stiu ca atunci cand cand il ating ,simte ca sunt EU langa EL si se apropie mai mult..si mai mult..si adormit,ma saruta pe frunte si ma tine din nou in brate.&lt;br /&gt;Ca de obicei,ma ia somnul ultima,si asta pentru ca imi place sa am grija ca lui sa-i fie bine.Si imi place sa vorbesc in timp ce el adoarme..e asa dulce cand spune pe jumatate adormit"hai iubire,dormi.."&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca vrea sa-mi fie bine..mereu se trezeste inaintea mea.ma vede ghmeuita in sufletul lui,ma inveleste si ma saruta incet pe gat..de fiecare data!Imi place sa-l intreb,cu ochii inchisi"stii ca te-am sarutat cand dormeai?"si sa-mi raspunda"nu ma..adormisem:-&lt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si toate sentimentele si trairile,se amesteca in mintea mea,in sufletul meu,si simt fluturi in stomac de fiecare data cand ma atinge..si ador cand imi spune"nu ma mai satur de tine"!si uit sa respir cand e langa mine..si nu i-as mai da drumul..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4767220022278870589?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4767220022278870589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4767220022278870589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4767220022278870589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4767220022278870589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2009/01/stii-ca-te-am-sarutat-cand-dormeai.html' title='Stii ca te am sarutat cand dormeai?'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7769833362660010170</id><published>2009-01-01T18:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:42:30.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani</title><content type='html'>La multi ani! Sa aveti un an mai bun ca precedentul si sa va impliniti toate dorintele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa va povestesc cum am inceput anul...ciudat... pentru ca nu inteleg de ce oamenii au nevoie sa bea, sa fumeze, sau sa se drogheze pentru a se simti bine. Chiar nu pot sa inteleg. E nevoie de stimuli de tipul asta ca sa ai o noapte grozava si sa te distrezi? Inteleg sa bei..dar cat simti ca rezisti...pentru ca dupa te transformi in clovnul tuturor si nu cred ca asta ar fi cea mai placuta amintire de la o noapte de revelion...  Exista vreo placere in a fi mahmur a 2a zi? :-? Eu incerc sa  o gasesc.. Poate sunt eu anormala si nu gasesc bucuria intr.o sticla de bautura... Nu pot sa imi dau seama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, in afara tuturor acestor lucruri...ma simt atat de mandra ca nu fac parte din categoria "oameni beti de revelion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Totul se iarta, dar nimic nu se uita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7769833362660010170?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7769833362660010170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7769833362660010170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7769833362660010170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;MASA ATOMICA: acceptata cu 55kg, dar variaza intre 45kg-225kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPRIETATI FIZICE:&lt;br /&gt;1) suprafata acoperita in mod normal cu o pelicula de vopsea si pudra;&lt;br /&gt;2) fierbe din senin, ingheata aparent fara motiv;&lt;br /&gt;3) se topeste daca primeste tratament special;&lt;br /&gt;4)devine amara daca este folosita incorect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPIETATI CHIMICE:&lt;br /&gt;1) afinitate pt aur, argint, platina si toate pietrele pretioase;&lt;br /&gt;2) explodeaza in mod spontan fara motiv sau avertizare;&lt;br /&gt;3) cel mai puternic agent de reducere al banilor, cunoscut pana acum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8754618264957087568?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8754618264957087568/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipGEd2O-0MM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipGEd2O-0MM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3842256011147410537?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3842256011147410537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3842256011147410537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3842256011147410537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3842256011147410537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1189716547818442585</id><published>2008-12-28T11:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:50:37.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NU iert!</title><content type='html'>Da,am o stare de mai bine n.as mai fi..am un gol imens in stomac si un nod in gat.Nu vreau decat sa fie bine..sper...si ar mai fi ceva..nu pot sa tin in mine..mi.am dat seama,atunci cand cineva ma face sa sufar si nu se gandeste decat la propria persoana,[si aici chiar vreau sa detaliez RASFATATA,PLINA DE EA(multumesc mara),TUPEU CAT CUPRINDE,FITZE CAT PENTRU TOOOAAATA TARGOVISTEA,INDIFERENTA SI SUPERIORITATE(evident k ar mai fi,dar ma mai abtin)]poate ca dau senzatia ca as fi uitat,dar niciodata nu iert.Si nu ma consider rea;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1189716547818442585?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1189716547818442585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1189716547818442585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1189716547818442585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1189716547818442585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/nu-iert.html' title='NU iert!'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5660448282630663324</id><published>2008-12-27T13:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:02:59.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>because it's winter</title><content type='html'>I love the way you kiss me when it's cold outside:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5660448282630663324?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5660448282630663324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5660448282630663324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5660448282630663324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5660448282630663324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-its-winter.html' title='because it&apos;s winter'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5145614113134435905</id><published>2008-12-25T16:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:13:57.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indignare</title><content type='html'>De ce toate actritele care o interpreteaza pe Marilyn Monroe joaca ataaaat de prost??? De ce toti incearca sa o faca sa para o tarfa , cand ea a avut doar un destin dureros? Si chiar nu se poate in aceste filme sa o joace cineva care chiar se pricepe? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, Marilyn Monroe a fost si este o personalitate...Nu cred ca e cazul sa isi bata joc atat de tare de ea... De Jim Morrison si-a batut cineva joc pentru ca era un drogat si a murit din supradoza de heroina?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va rog, daca stiti un film bun despre viata ei ...recomandati-mi-l si mie...poate am eu o parere aiurea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitati-va la filmul "Blonde" si veti vedea despre ce vorbesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5145614113134435905?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5145614113134435905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5145614113134435905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5145614113134435905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5145614113134435905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/indignare.html' title='Indignare'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-4784301602763780212</id><published>2008-12-24T17:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:30:06.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nu ma pricep la urari pompoase de sarbatori si alte zile asemenea..insa un Craciun fericit pot si eu sa urez!&lt;br /&gt;Ati vazut..acum,in preajma sarbatorilor..toata lumea asculta colinde,impodobeste brazi,face mancare etc etc!Eu voiam sa zic k pe mine ma enerveaza Hrusca!Pur si simplu m.am saturat k in fiecare an sa cante aceleasi melodii vechi si ponosite,si vaaaai...ne intra tuturor in suflet si ni-l umple cu caldura si tot asa:-@(dak tot veni vorba de cantareti,as mai zice doi care ma fac sa mi vina sa arunc tv-ul pe fereastra:Fuego si Aurel Moldoveanu)&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa impodobesc bradul,dar fiindca am artificial,ma plictisesc sa tot desfac la crengi 8-|..kt despre mancare,crek de data asta mananc la mara:))k vad k are din belsug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-am spus si oful;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-4784301602763780212?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/4784301602763780212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=4784301602763780212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4784301602763780212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/4784301602763780212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/nu-ma-pricep-la-urari-pompoase-de.html' title=''/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1459360964823114822</id><published>2008-12-24T17:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:18:00.406+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magie'/><title type='text'>Craciun fericit!</title><content type='html'>Cum sunt intr-o mica pauza de la facut salata boeuf :X ( pentru ca maioneza cumparata are un gust ciudat ), m-am gandit sa va urez toate cele bune si un Craciun cat mai fericit alaturi de familie si daruri exact pe gustul vostru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie, personal, Mosu` nu mi-a adus tot ce imi doream, probabil pentru ca speram la ceva imposibil. Dar, cine stie, poate la anu` voi fi mult mai cuminte si darul (sufletesc) imi va fi daruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate cele bune !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va pup !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Cei care doresc salata boeuf ma pot contacta :)) Am facut destul de multa pentru o scara de bloc intreaga :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1459360964823114822?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1459360964823114822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1459360964823114822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1459360964823114822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1459360964823114822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/craciun-fericit.html' title='Craciun fericit!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1141599722209358274</id><published>2008-12-19T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:07:36.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS</title><content type='html'>Imi plaaaaace cand ne lipim:x.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1141599722209358274?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1141599722209358274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1141599722209358274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1141599722209358274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1141599722209358274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/sss.html' title='SSS'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-6592051783275205433</id><published>2008-12-17T20:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:23:08.891+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scriitor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ernest hemingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><title type='text'>Batranul si marea - Ernest Hemingway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUlGnvrojcI/AAAAAAAAASw/SkIth64Ah4I/s1600-h/batranul_si_marea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUlGnvrojcI/AAAAAAAAASw/SkIth64Ah4I/s320/batranul_si_marea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280829686696938946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Omul poate fi infrant, dar nu invins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;De la cuvintele astea cred ca a pornit scriitorul american Ernest Hemingway. Am citit cartea asta cu cateva zile in urma si pot sa spun ca m-a impresionat si m-a marcat. De ce? Din 2 motive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.Am descoperit ca magia unei carti nu sta in cat de groasa este, sau cat de complexa este actiunea, ci in felul in care este transmis un mesaj printr-un text simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Am descoperit o gramada de semnificatii ale vietii intr-o simpla poveste despre un pescar, care nu mai prinsese peste de aproape 3 luni si navigheaza in larg unde prinde un peste urias , cu care "se lupta" ceva vreme, reusind sa il omoare. Dar drumul spre casa este lung, si rechini sunt peste tot. Desi se lupta cu majoritatea, batranul ajunge acasa infrant, doar cu sira spinarii a pestelui urias, carnea fiind mancata anterior de rechini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dupa ce citesti cartea asta ajungi sa vezi ca viata este o continua provocare, pe care nu intotdeauna o castigi, dar intotdeauna trebuie sa treci mai departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;V-o recomand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;" Vela era peticita cu niste saci de faina si atunci cand era stransa semana cu un drapel al infrangerii eterne"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;" In mintea batranului marea fusese intotdeauna "la mar", asa cum o numesc oamenii in spaniola atunci cand o iubesc.Uneori, cei care o iubesc, spun lucruri urate despre ea, dar vorbele lor sunt rostite ca si cum ar fi adresate unei femei. Cativa dintre pescarii mai tineri, cei care foloseau geamanduri pe post de plute pentru unditele lor si aveau barci cu motor, barci cumparate pe vremea cand se puteau face bani frumosi cu ficatul de rechin, vorbeau despre ea ca despre "el mar", adica la masculin.. Vorbeau desprea ea ca despre un concurent sau despre un loc ori chiar despre un dusman. Dar in mintea batranului ea fusese intotdeauna la feminine si insemnase ceva ce  acorda sau refuza favoruri immense, iar daca facea nazbatii, era din cauza ca nu se putea abtine. Luna o influenteaza tot asa cum influenteaza o femeie, isi zicea batranul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-6592051783275205433?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/6592051783275205433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=6592051783275205433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6592051783275205433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/6592051783275205433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/omul-poate-fi-infrant-dar-nu-invins-de.html' title='Batranul si marea - Ernest Hemingway'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUlGnvrojcI/AAAAAAAAASw/SkIth64Ah4I/s72-c/batranul_si_marea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5301499721832997510</id><published>2008-12-16T18:16:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:49:42.501+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapezel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><title type='text'>Zăpezel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfZKAEXMjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iUlS5eQBRmo/s1600-h/zapezel+0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfZKAEXMjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iUlS5eQBRmo/s320/zapezel+0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280427853955412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi pot spune ca am avut una din cele mai frumose zile. Am ras, am zambit, nu m-am mai gandit la probleme, iar atmosfera din clasa m-a introdus cu totul in Sarbatoarea Crăciunului. Momentul cel mai asteptat a fost daruirea si primirea cadoului :D ..  Am primit un cadou minunat ;;) Il chema Zăpezel si &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt; mi  l-a daruit. Nu cred ca pot sa exprim in cuvinte emotia aceea a desfacerii cadoului cand nu stii de unde sa apuci sa vezi mai repede. Cred ca stiti si voi cum este. Cert este ca m-am simtit iar un copil, asteptandu-l pe Mosul cu nerabdare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mai spun ca toata lumea l-a indragit pe Zăpezel? E de la sine inteles! :X&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfZgkS5zSI/AAAAAAAAASY/eioDCuR3zPg/s1600-h/zapezel+0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfZgkS5zSI/AAAAAAAAASY/eioDCuR3zPg/s320/zapezel+0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280428241637199138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfYy85XGtI/AAAAAAAAASI/x3CEFLjLl_E/s1600-h/zapezel+0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfYy85XGtI/AAAAAAAAASI/x3CEFLjLl_E/s320/zapezel+0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280427457966971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfYSevu8BI/AAAAAAAAASA/eXaFQRedJOM/s1600-h/zapezel+0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfYSevu8BI/AAAAAAAAASA/eXaFQRedJOM/s320/zapezel+0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280426900117712914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COLIND  17 ANI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDOR CHIRILA FT ALEXANDRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 mii fulgi de nea...colind..speranta...omat...scrotisoara...sorcova..beculete...sanie..clopotei...serbare...aer...&lt;br /&gt;secunda...ger..gular....manusi...brad...cadouri...zambete...om de zapada...turturi...&lt;br /&gt;Mos Craciun...molecula..dor..infinit&lt;br /&gt;!! ACEST COLIND SE POATE CANTA SI FARA PRESCRIPTIE MEDICALA...DACA APAR MANIFESTARI NEPLACUTE ADRESATI-VA ALEXANDREI OLTEANU! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5301499721832997510?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5301499721832997510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5301499721832997510' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5301499721832997510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5301499721832997510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/zpezel.html' title='Zăpezel'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SUfZKAEXMjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iUlS5eQBRmo/s72-c/zapezel+0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-1091605804561609592</id><published>2008-12-16T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:57:33.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I.N.F.I.N.I.T.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9KnuJZkBjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9KnuJZkBjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1091605804561609592?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1091605804561609592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1091605804561609592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1091605804561609592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1091605804561609592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/infinity.html' title='I.N.F.I.N.I.T.Y.'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-3516603619310270942</id><published>2008-12-13T22:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:12:02.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu stiu...</title><content type='html'>Azi incep o viata noua...sau incerc... cred ca azi m-am lamurit de sentimentele tale fata de mine...si cred ca am realizat ca trecutul nu se mai intoarce...si ca ..nu vei mai fi niciodata al meu...daca ai fost...desi ma indoiesc ca ai avut aceeasi intensitate a sentimentelor... oricum... nu mai conteaza...  gandurile imi danseaza haotic prin minte....nici nu stiu ce vreau sa scriu...de ce am scris postul asta...probabil sa il vad de fiecare data cand tanjesc sa vorbesc cu tine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-3516603619310270942?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/3516603619310270942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=3516603619310270942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3516603619310270942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/3516603619310270942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/nu-stiu.html' title='Nu stiu...'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-569877343256165728</id><published>2008-12-11T20:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:03:20.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bani=fericire?!</title><content type='html'>Un proverb chinzesc spunea asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pot cumpara o casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu un camin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara un pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu somnul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara un ceas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu timpul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara o carte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu cunoasterea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara o pozitie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu respectul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot plati medicul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu sanatatea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara sufletul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu viata;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot cumpara sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar nu dragostea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiti cu totii, vine Craciunul. Si odata cu el apar tot felul de reclame, care mai de care mai ofertante. La ce se refera? Toti au promotii, toti ofera ceva, dar toate premiile la concursuri sau promotii sunt in bani. Si atunci mi se aprinde un beculet. Sunt oare banii atat de importanti in viata noastra? Am ajuns sa depindem atat de mult de bani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt toate premiile in bani? De ce nu ti se poate oferi pur si simplu o imbratisare de la o persoana pe care ai pierdut-o sau un ultim sarut al persoanei pe care ai iubit-o atat de mult?&lt;br /&gt;Cand a ajuns ignoranta fata de adevarata bucurie si fericire atat de mare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, poti cumpara orice cu banii... O casa intr-un cartier de lux.. O masina la care ai visat toata viata ( de care te plictisesti in maxim o luna) ...unii cumpara si dragostea... Asta deja mi se pare hilar.&lt;br /&gt;Parca se spunea...in basme e adevarat...ca dragostea nu se poate cumpara cu nimic..ea exista sau nu exista... Poti oare sa cumperi chiar tooooott? Sunt banii cea mai usoara cale spre "fericire"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, ar fi oamenii interesati de un "infim" cadou ca o imbratisare?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca nu...din ce in ce mai des...ma surprinde cat de multe rezolva banii.... si asta ma dezamageste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7Lh2qQIlMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7Lh2qQIlMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-569877343256165728?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/569877343256165728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=569877343256165728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/569877343256165728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/569877343256165728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/banifericire.html' title='Bani=fericire?!'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-7300584446703082647</id><published>2008-12-08T17:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:12:38.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se poate face chiar tot din iubire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nefertiti1691.wordpress.com"&gt;Cezzy&lt;/a&gt; stie ca nu pot rezista unei lepse :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu as face din dragoste...5 lucruri :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sa fumez, sa ma droghez sau sa ma imbat&lt;br /&gt;2. Sa fur, sa ucid, sa nu apar dreptatea atunci cand ea exista&lt;br /&gt;3. Sa renunt la visurile si idealurile mele in favoarea indeplinirii idealului casnic al respectivului.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sa imi tradez sau sa imi pierd prietenii ( au mai incercat unii sa ma faca sa ii pun pe primul loc,dar nu au reusit)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sa renunt la demnitate..in asta sunt incluse multe alte lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destul de complicat avand in vedere ca daca iubesti si esti la randul tau iubit nu ai dreptul sa ceri unei persoane sa faca ceva sau sa se schimbe. In mod normal. Dar cum normalul din ziua de azi a devenit anormal...&lt;br /&gt;Si acum imi pun o intrebare: Pana unde pot merge anumite persoane din dragoste? Cat pot rezista doar pentru a-l stii pe celalalt langa ele? Care e limita maxima a distrugerii demnitatii si orgoliului personal?  Sau nu exista, urmand ca toata viata sa fii conditionat de o anumita persoana?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://fluturi-de-decembrie.blogspot.com"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://vreausafiumare.blogspot.com"&gt;Raluca&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-7300584446703082647?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/7300584446703082647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=7300584446703082647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7300584446703082647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/7300584446703082647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-poate-face-chiar-tot-din-iubire.html' title='Se poate face chiar tot din iubire?'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-2593276796978981216</id><published>2008-12-06T20:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:50:42.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alba ca zapada - un altfel de final</title><content type='html'>Daca printul nu ar fi salvat-o pe Alba ca Zapada de la moarte, cum s-ar fi terminat povestea? Ar mai fi fost acel "si au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa imi scrieti cum credeti voi ca s-ar sfarsi basmul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-2593276796978981216?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/2593276796978981216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=2593276796978981216' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2593276796978981216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/2593276796978981216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/alba-ca-zapada-un-altfel-de-final.html' title='Alba ca zapada - un altfel de final'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5365394710201235015</id><published>2008-12-06T12:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:27:14.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinventare</title><content type='html'>Si daca pana acum nu a fost nimeni care sa imi calce demnitatea si orgoliul in picioare, nu o sa fi tu primul care face asta . Asta asa, ca sa stii la ce sa te astepti. Si de azi..o noua Mara... care nu mai pune suflet si nu mai iubeste toti idiotii care incearca sa isi bata joc de ea .. De azi...sunt indiferenta la toate persoanele care nu stiu sa ma aprecieze pentru ceea ce sunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, voiam sa va urez Sarbatori fericite! Sper ca Mosu` v-a adus tot ce va doreati!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5365394710201235015?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5365394710201235015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5365394710201235015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5365394710201235015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5365394710201235015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/reinventare.html' title='Reinventare'/><author><name>Summer.is.back</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669305338977521276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upCV0ERztnI/SuNXeSzsbAI/AAAAAAAAAes/PFleLaYbFBA/S220/Imag0087+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5225550754606181430</id><published>2008-12-05T17:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:18:31.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PIC!</title><content type='html'>┬he°lici said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pic..goe a fost l constanta?caragiale a facut filme?goe avea sandalutze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    December 5, 2008 5:15 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-5225550754606181430?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/5225550754606181430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=5225550754606181430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5225550754606181430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/5225550754606181430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/pic.html' title='PIC!'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-5736700689794911611</id><published>2008-12-05T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:10:12.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let's start with the fact that she is so stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3NH48oTBdwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3NH48oTBdwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acu pe bune!cine a angajat-o?:|&lt;div 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stupid!'/><author><name>┬he°lici</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T3G4lcVeMQ/SYhXcrLuSRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E-nPSduWJ4k/S220/DSC03677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3732189042745101692.post-8801676549191095201</id><published>2008-12-05T10:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:19:06.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>gat sucit!stat acasa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-8801676549191095201?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/8801676549191095201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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necunoscatori</title><content type='html'>Am avut deosebita placere sa stau fatza in fatza cu 3 dintre cei mai neevoluati cocalari si vreau sa va impartasesc si voua tot ce mi.a trecut prin cap dupa indelungata discutie cu ei:|De specificat k nu cunosteam pe niciunul.&lt;br /&gt;Personaje:eu,ei/el(cocalarii),ceilalti/celalalt(niste prieteni)&lt;br /&gt;P.S:eram la tzara;;)&lt;br /&gt;ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;el:ia ziceti ma,cum o keama pe fata aia de pe banca?&lt;br /&gt;ceilalti:intreab-o si tu dak vrei sa afli,noi nu-ti spunem.&lt;br /&gt;el:ce ma,va credeti mai shmeker k mine?&lt;br /&gt;eu:cocalar 100%(in gand...deocamdata)&lt;br /&gt;el:n.ati auzit bha de mine?eu snt cel mai shmeker d.aici.nu se vede pe fatza mea?&lt;br /&gt;eu:deloc!(tot in gand)&lt;br /&gt;celalalt:si de ce esti ma tu shmeker?cine esti tu?&lt;br /&gt;el:pfoaaa..intreaba jumate din toti aia de mai jos si o sa ti zica dc snt eu shmeker.toti ma cunoaste.&lt;br /&gt;eu:1!(numaram pe degete)&lt;br /&gt;el:maaa...vrei sa vezi ma ce fac eu?pana l craciun 2 gramezi ma iti fac acilea cu toti aia de mi zici tu k e mai shmekeri k mine aci in comuna voastra.&lt;br /&gt;eu:2!&lt;br /&gt;celalalt:stii,noi de obicei taiem porcu de craciun!dar dak insisti...&lt;br /&gt;el:bha ..bhaa..ma iei la mihsto ma?cine te crezi ma tu?ia ma..ai adidas in picioare ?sau puma?ai..n.ai ma n.ai..nu esti shmeker.in gasca mea e toti raii din judet ma.asa k fii atent..dak vrei s nu patesti nimic..fi prieten cu toti.eu asa iti zic.&lt;br /&gt;eu:3!&lt;br /&gt;celalalt:da ma da..esti destept ma!&lt;br /&gt;el:hai ma..va mai credeti cu tupeu p'aci?&lt;br /&gt;eu:eu sunt cea mai shmekera de aici.&lt;br /&gt;el:e na..si dc esti tu shmekera?&lt;br /&gt;eu:pentru k asa imi place mie..snt si rasfatata:)&lt;br /&gt;el:cred k vrei sa faci o plimbare in portbagajul la o masina.acu sun..dau bip adik..si suna aia..si in 10 min..stii cum te iau?&lt;br /&gt;celalalt:ca sa vezi..dupa ce k e shmeker are si firma de taxiuri!&lt;br /&gt;eu:esti foarte dragutz..dar pe mine ma plimba tati peeeeste tot;;)&lt;br /&gt;el:sa stii k nu mi place sa ma calce o fata p picior k dupa e grav.asa k taci din guritza.eu face tot ce vreau..si poate vrei sa mergem pana l colt acilea.&lt;br /&gt;eu:4!&lt;br /&gt;eu:las.o dracu de treaba...dak in 3 minute faci atatea greseli de gramatica te crezi shmeker?&lt;br /&gt;TACERE DEPLINAAA!(macar l.am secat)&lt;br /&gt;partea cea mai interesanta ..aia era..continuare..banuim k doreau sa vada dak e mai asfalatat l noi dkt l ei..saracii..n.au asa cv:)si cred k aveau alarma pusa l telefon(sau poate k la ei n.aveau semnal si profitau)k prea suna de 5 ori in 10 minute.alte detalii:adidasi facatura nike,geci da puta madre,sapca de cocalar cu niste dungi pe o parte ...total din alt film..plus parfum imbietor de vin amestecat cu tuica si alte bauturi de genul asta..si nelipsitul miros de tigara!k fara ea...te mai poti numi cocalar?fraze de agatat dp net..ieftine si de prost gust..tupeu cat cuprinde..vocabular imbibat cu erori gramaticale..si puteti completa:)sunt sigura k le avea pe toate:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3732189042745101692-1503586527076207814?l=summerisback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/feeds/1503586527076207814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3732189042745101692&amp;postID=1503586527076207814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1503586527076207814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3732189042745101692/posts/default/1503586527076207814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerisback.blogspot.com/2008/12/pentru-necunoscatori.html' 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