<?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-1273248962837930012</id><updated>2012-01-13T23:54:02.433+02:00</updated><category term='t'/><category term='pentru tine'/><category term='Lucian Blaga'/><category term='yuby'/><category term='Mirecea Eliade'/><category term='net source'/><category term='sugus'/><title type='text'>Fetita XoXo</title><subtitle type='html'>despre vise, dorinte, cer cu stele  si despre mine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4361884849730149695</id><published>2011-12-29T23:06:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:41:21.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>introspectii sfarsit de an</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CXOCp7BVIc/TvzZMy1ymmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sx4d6TYVJUA/s1600/321732_10150441017860967_701800966_8761474_816712175_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CXOCp7BVIc/TvzZMy1ymmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sx4d6TYVJUA/s320/321732_10150441017860967_701800966_8761474_816712175_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691662842918509154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta:&lt;br /&gt;- am luat examenul&lt;br /&gt;- m-am mutat in garsonieră&lt;br /&gt;- 1st job&lt;br /&gt;- help somebody&lt;br /&gt;- am primit papuci&lt;br /&gt;- am dat papuci(la propriu si figurat)&lt;br /&gt;- am cunoscut pe cineva cu totul special&lt;br /&gt;- NU te-am uitat (cred)&lt;br /&gt;- mi-am facut noi prieteni&lt;br /&gt;- am fost cautata de trecut &lt;br /&gt;- m-am vopsit blondaaaa :))&lt;br /&gt;- smoking smt strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrete:&lt;br /&gt;- nu am pus frână cînd am spus STOP&lt;br /&gt;- nu am fost la mare&lt;br /&gt;- am refuzat un date de 49m&lt;br /&gt;- am picat un examen x&lt;br /&gt;- am lipsit de la cursuri&lt;br /&gt;- nu m-am îndragostit&lt;br /&gt;- nu am mai citit:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morcheeba - Enjoy The Ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;iframe width="448" height="80" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/Tezeul/ac92180dc53fc3" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/diverse" title="diverse"&gt;  Asculta  mai multe  audio   diverse &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4361884849730149695?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4361884849730149695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4361884849730149695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4361884849730149695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4361884849730149695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/12/introspectii-de-sfarsit-de.html' title='introspectii sfarsit de an'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CXOCp7BVIc/TvzZMy1ymmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sx4d6TYVJUA/s72-c/321732_10150441017860967_701800966_8761474_816712175_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-154697140108727087</id><published>2011-07-24T02:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:32:55.587+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviu cu Dumnezeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70qV_DqHs4Y/TitZwU2SFBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/W1t0DVMc-Ng/s1600/opale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70qV_DqHs4Y/TitZwU2SFBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/W1t0DVMc-Ng/s320/opale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632694445721916434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, stiu ca nu am mai postat demult!!!NU prea-mi mai pasa..acum cateva zile am citit ceva interesant si am decis sa postez pe blog enjoy it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Ai vrea să-mi iei un interviu, deci… zise Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;- Dacă ai timp… i-am raspuns. Dumnezeu a zâmbit.&lt;br /&gt;- Timpul meu este eternitatea… Ce întrebări ai vrea să-mi pui?&lt;br /&gt;- Ce te surprinde cel mai mult la oameni?&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu mi-a răspuns:&lt;br /&gt;- Faptul că se plictisesc de copilărie, se grăbesc să crească…., iar apoi tânjesc iar să fie copii; că îşi pierd sănătatea pentru a face bani……iar apoi îşi pierd banii pentru a-şi recăpăta sănătatea.Faptul că se gândesc cu timp la viitor şi uită prezentul, iar astfel nu trăiesc nici prezentul nici viitorul;că trăiesc ca şi cum nu ar muri niciodată şi mor ca şi cum nu ar fi trăit.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu mi-a luat mâna şi am stat tăcuţi un timp.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am întrebat:&lt;br /&gt;- Ca părinte, care ar fi câteva dintre lecţiile de viaţă pe care ai dori să le înveţe copiii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;- Să înveţe că durează doar câteva secunde să deschidă răni profunde în inima celor pe care îi iubesc…..şi că durează mai mulţi ani pentru ca acestea să se vindece; să înveţe că un om bogat nu este acela care are cel mai mult, ci acela care are nevoie de cel mai puţin; să înveţe că există oameni care îi iubesc, dar pur şi simplu încă nu ştiu să-şi exprime sentimentele; să înveţe că doi oameni se pot uita la acelaşi lucru şi ca pot să-l vadă în mod diferit; să înveţe că nu este suficient să-i ierte pe ceilalţi şi că, de asemenea, trebuie să se ierte pe ei înşişi.&lt;br /&gt;- Mulţumesc pentru timpul acordat….am zis umil. Ar mai fi ceva ce ai dori ca oamenii să ştie?&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu m-a privit zâmbind şi a spus:&lt;br /&gt;- Doar faptul că sunt aici, întotdeauna ." &lt;br /&gt;                                 (nu, nu sunt o fana O.Paler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-154697140108727087?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/154697140108727087/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=154697140108727087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/154697140108727087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/154697140108727087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/07/interviu-cu-dumnezeu.html' title='Interviu cu Dumnezeu'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70qV_DqHs4Y/TitZwU2SFBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/W1t0DVMc-Ng/s72-c/opale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-9129328208345666895</id><published>2011-04-09T13:42:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:14:23.754+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boala nosocomiala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV5tH_k6ruM/TaA_heBI6qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HocPTGNEMCU/s1600/00ir053_0xy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV5tH_k6ruM/TaA_heBI6qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HocPTGNEMCU/s320/00ir053_0xy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593540581420231330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pe vremea aceea iubeam, voiam sa fiu iubit.Dar vremurile s-au schimbat.Nu-mi mai cauta inima, mi-au mancat-o pacientii.Spitalul a devenit locul unde sunt devorate mii de drame.[...]&lt;br /&gt;Mi-au expus cazul lor, mi-au incredintat corpul si-au acceptat sa se lase adormite.Le-am  deschis cutia craniana cu mainile mele si pe fiintele acelea nici un mijloc nu le-am smuls din coma in care se cufundasera dupa comenzile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Isi pusera viata in mainile mele, ma facusem garantul viitorului lor...Am prins pica pe viata, n-astept nimic de la ziua care vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa opresti hemoragia, credeti ca-i nevoie de diplomati, de profesori de filologie, de mame ale ranitilor?&lt;br /&gt;-E nevoie de inima de fier, e nevoie de un suflet de drac, insensibil la valul de sange care inunda creierii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Laurent Seksik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-9129328208345666895?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9129328208345666895/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=9129328208345666895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9129328208345666895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9129328208345666895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/04/boala-nosocomiala.html' title='Boala nosocomiala'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV5tH_k6ruM/TaA_heBI6qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HocPTGNEMCU/s72-c/00ir053_0xy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-9164967993898950882</id><published>2011-03-17T17:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:29:10.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EbUEEHjURg/TYIwk8l5KrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Yka726uZ5rA/s1600/january_2011_by_bagnino-d34umu9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EbUEEHjURg/TYIwk8l5KrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Yka726uZ5rA/s320/january_2011_by_bagnino-d34umu9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585079899191323314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa fiu libera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am fost si voi fi un om LIBER.Imi apar cu orice pret aceasta libertate. Iar oamenii de langa mine, au fost, sunt si vor fi intotdeauna liberi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa spun ca tine, dar sa fac ca mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat recent ca in viata mea intra fel si fel de oameni, si mi-am dat seama ca pentru a avea liniste, si a nu-mi freca in mod constant creierii, cel mai bine e sa las senzatia ca fiecare e mai destept/a, mai tare in explicatii-experienta-exemple-etc decat mine, si ca fiecare are dreptate. De facut, am facut si voi face intotdeauna cum cred eu ca este cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa nu accept la infinit minciuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai tare ma distreaza cand dau de oameni care pentru a da bine, sau pentru a-mi intra cumva in gratii, mint de se uimesc si pe ei. Ii ascult si-i las sa creada ca m-au dus cu presul mult timp. Insa, le tai macaroana fix cand se dau in stamba mai tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa fiu parsiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, sunt si asa cand situatia o cere. Ma doare in sireturile de la bocanci de ce crede lumea vis-a-vis de asta, am invatat ca e mai important sa imi fie mie bine. Vorba aia, de ce sa planga mama, cand poa' sa planga măta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa ma iubesc intai pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eu nu ma simt bine in pielea mea, nimeni nu se va simti bine langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Sa fiu tiran, terorista, rea, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista momente cand trebuie sa fiu asa. Si da, timp de cinci minute trebuie sa stai drepti in fata mea. Dupa alea cinci minute, voi sta eu drepti in fata ta. Daca te duce capul, vei intelege ce spun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa rad chiar si atunci cand sunt facuta zdrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, pot sa rad chiar si atunci cand din ochi imi curg lacrimi reale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa plec fara sa dau explicatii, si fara sa ma uit inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am plecat (si voi pleca) fara sa dau explicatii, din locurile unde nu m-am simt bine. Intodeauna o sa ma vezi ca ma ridic brusc, imi voi lua catrafusele, si fara sa scot un cuvant, voi pleca. Nu m-am simtit, si nu o sa ma simt niciodata datoare sa explic de ce plec. Gestul e usor de "tradus" pentru oricine, asa ca explicatiile nu isi au rostul. La fel am facut si voi face si cu oamenii. Punct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa nu uit niciodata binele, sau raul facut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La capitolul asta nu am ce scrie mai mult. Asa zis-ul principiu sau regula, spune deja tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa nu uit niciodata sa rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie intodeauna sa ai pastrat undeva in adancul sufeltului o uriasa doza de optimism care sa e ajute sa iesi din pasele proaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YT6jHur8n0k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-9164967993898950882?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9164967993898950882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=9164967993898950882&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9164967993898950882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9164967993898950882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EbUEEHjURg/TYIwk8l5KrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Yka726uZ5rA/s72-c/january_2011_by_bagnino-d34umu9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-962553219243218171</id><published>2011-02-10T19:43:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:57:57.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ar trebui sa fie marti dar e joi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DtPwV-rM1c/TVQ0ffpK4QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/31DN26w4DKE/s1600/The_Red_Death_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DtPwV-rM1c/TVQ0ffpK4QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/31DN26w4DKE/s320/The_Red_Death_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572136354638913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu prima ocazie in care incepi sa vorbesti, mesajul, rau sau bun, deja este receptionat iar cei din jur  incep sa cunoasca modul in care tratezi viata, gandul tau spre prosperitate, idealurile.&lt;br /&gt;Ideile iti sunt preluate inconstient de altii si transmise mai depare, pana ce observi ca toti au aceiasi atitudine. Singurul automatism  este: "Unde gresesc ?"&lt;br /&gt;Incepi sa te invinovatesti pe tine pentru modul in care altii te trateaza, iti schimbi viata, mentalitatea si sufletul, devi de nerecunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;Si astea pentru ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ia o persoana apreciata de cei din jur si este pusa sa arunce 2, 3 cuvinte in tine iar firul se rupe.Nu-ti face griji, va stii ce cuvinte sa aleaga, va  arunca in tine cu cele mai groaznice cuvinte ce te vor dobora, vei zace intins la pamant cateva zile cu inima (orgoliul)facuta tandari si matele intinse pe asfalt.&lt;br /&gt;Indoiala deindata ce este insamantata pamantenilor, la un mic incident aparut, semintele vor incepe sa dea roade.&lt;br /&gt;Iar viermele infometat porneste catre inima ta privindo ca pe un mar ros` si se infrupta din dulceata lui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-962553219243218171?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/962553219243218171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=962553219243218171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/962553219243218171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/962553219243218171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ar-trebui-sa-fie-marti-dar-e-joi.html' title='ar trebui sa fie marti dar e joi'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DtPwV-rM1c/TVQ0ffpK4QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/31DN26w4DKE/s72-c/The_Red_Death_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3279110401254971109</id><published>2010-12-30T14:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:54:54.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la multi aniiii 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TRy3JEGZTQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z7taVfEfUfM/s1600/945e9a639568f094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TRy3JEGZTQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z7taVfEfUfM/s320/945e9a639568f094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556517406615620866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutare, am fost trasa de urechi zdravan pe motiv ca: nu am mai postat nimic de mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;Motivul: poi nu am avut timp, hai sa dam vina pe timp si eu promit ca la anuuu ..ma revansez.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu am scris de Craciun, totusi mi-am facut "datoria": am lasat comentarii si am dat multeee mesaje.&lt;br /&gt;iar ca acum se apropie revelionul ma gandesc ca ar fi interesant sa avem habar despre cateva obiceiuri practicate in noaptea si a doua zi de Rev:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Acel obiect pe care îl ţii în mână de Anul Nou, la 12 noaptea, sau cel pe care pui mâna imediat după ora 12 va fi cel mai important plan al vieţii tale în anul care vine.&lt;br /&gt; -ai bani în mână vei merge bine cu banii tot anul,&lt;br /&gt; -îţi ţii iubita de mână îţi va merge bine cu dragostea tot anul,&lt;br /&gt; -ţii paharul în mână va fi un an vesel.(..cetateanu` turmentat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Faceţi ceva - cât de mic - care are legătură directă cu munca dv. în prima zi a noului an pentru a vă merge bine la serviciu tot anul.&lt;br /&gt; -să ai pe masa de Crăciun şi de Anul Nou crenguţe de vâsc. Aduc noroc.&lt;br /&gt; -lasati usa, geamul, dulapurile deschise in noaptea de Anul Nou.&lt;br /&gt; -nu spălaţi nimic în prima zi a noului an.&lt;br /&gt;(mdaaaaaaa e Sf Vasile)&lt;br /&gt; -nu împrumutaţi bani şi nu faceţi datorii pe 1 ianuarie.&lt;br /&gt; -nu plangeti in prima zi a noului an &lt;br /&gt; -semn rau sa spargi ceva in noaptea de Anul Nou&lt;br /&gt; -nu aruncaţi nimic din casă în prima zi de an nou, nici măcar gunoiul! E bine ca ceva sau cineva să vă intre în casă în prima zi din anul nou, nu să iasă!&lt;br /&gt; -semn rau daca stranuti in noaptea de Anul Nou;&lt;br /&gt; -ai noroc dacă mănânci carne de porc sau linte de Anul Nou.&lt;br /&gt; -lasă o lampă sau o lumânare aprinsă până la ziuă.{pe asta o practic de 2 ani}&lt;br /&gt; -imbraca ceva nou si ceva rosu pe 1 ianuarie;&lt;br /&gt;{nu ma imbrac in rosu, dar my underwear sunt rosii cu buline:D}&lt;br /&gt; -primul om care vă trece pragul în prima zi din noul an va influenţa tot anul.      Persoanele blonde sau roşcate aduc ghinion, persoanele brunete aduc noroc. &lt;br /&gt;(haha deci stau acasa, aduc ghinion; eh mare prostieeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@La miezul noptii, pune-ti o dorinta. Sunt mari sanse ca ea sa se implineasca, asa incat... ai grija ce-ti doresti!&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3279110401254971109?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3279110401254971109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3279110401254971109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3279110401254971109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3279110401254971109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-multi-aniiii-2011.html' title='la multi aniiii 2011'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TRy3JEGZTQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z7taVfEfUfM/s72-c/945e9a639568f094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8751571590406839262</id><published>2010-10-29T20:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:39:49.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cismigiu de toamna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TMsGViRfyXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H7CxpBZOTyI/s1600/THE_Bee_by_MORAN_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TMsGViRfyXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H7CxpBZOTyI/s320/THE_Bee_by_MORAN_B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533523534201997682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat vre-o 30 de minute in parc,sau mai mult.Cand m-am ridicat si ma indreptatm spre iesirea din Cismigiu, priveam inapoi catre banca. Aveam senzatia ca am pierdut ceva, si da: am pierdut timp...asa mi-am spus in gand.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am indreptat privirea catre drumul ce duce spre iesire, nu de alta dar mi era teama  sa nu ma impiedic, si asa  sunto fire destul de impiedicata; ce da cu stagul in dreptul si cu dreptul in stangul mai tot timpul.&lt;br /&gt;Asa a mai trecut o zi din octombrie iar eu, inca nu m-am linistit, sunt la fel de indecisa, precum aceasta luna a lui octombrie  care ba ne incanta cu zile dragute si calde ba cu noroi si ploaie.Nici nu stie ce vrea, lafel si eu .&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa decurge o zi din viata mea, la tine cum e acum in octombrie/noiembrie? &lt;br /&gt;                 -- mai sunt vr-o 2 3 zile si happppp intram in noiembrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-8751571590406839262?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8751571590406839262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8751571590406839262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8751571590406839262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8751571590406839262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2010/10/cismigiu-de-toamna.html' title='cismigiu de toamna'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TMsGViRfyXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H7CxpBZOTyI/s72-c/THE_Bee_by_MORAN_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3332368839345420361</id><published>2010-06-02T08:23:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:33:11.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa ajutam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TGhbjbzAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/g_7Qn4eIftc/s1600/SNC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TGhbjbzAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/g_7Qn4eIftc/s320/SNC00090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505751208775657442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TAXx2HxOdcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/K4eyZMmFb_Q/s1600/7+LUNI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TAXx2HxOdcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/K4eyZMmFb_Q/s320/7+LUNI.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478050433866823106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin sa multumesc celor care au rupt din putinul lor si au trimis bani micutei pentru efectuarea operatiei.&lt;br /&gt;In urma ajutorului acordat, fetita a fost dusa la Viena, aici doctorii in urma unor  analize mai amanuntite au observat ca micuta sufera de: APLAZIE PULMONARA.&lt;br /&gt;Micuta ar fi putut fi operata in primele luni de la nastere si operatia ar fi avut succes, dar acum, familia trebuie sa astepte pana la anul.&lt;br /&gt;Momentan familia au luat-o pe Laura acasa dar o data pe saptamana sau la doua saptamani micutei i se fac analize pentru a supraveghea evolutia bolii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este o minune ca micuta Laura este in viata la asemenea diagnostice!&lt;br /&gt;Consider ca sus este o stea care straluceste pentru Laura, familie care le ofera forta de a lupta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Laurei: DAVID IOANA MIHAELA Tatal Laurei: DAVID VIOREL IONUT&lt;br /&gt;Nr de contact: DAVID REBECA (bunica) :0729479558&lt;br /&gt;fix: 0244 285537&lt;br /&gt;cont BCR (David Oana Rebeca): RO39RNCB0318082651680001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3332368839345420361?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3332368839345420361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3332368839345420361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3332368839345420361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3332368839345420361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sa-ajutam.html' title='Sa ajutam!'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TGhbjbzAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/g_7Qn4eIftc/s72-c/SNC00090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1491841674620925680</id><published>2010-04-20T19:52:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:44:09.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nopti fara Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S83hLGA4zlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rac4sS4J7jY/s1600/More_than_Words_by_0hdearx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S83hLGA4zlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rac4sS4J7jY/s320/More_than_Words_by_0hdearx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462269503779425874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna fara nopti si stele fara cer&lt;br /&gt;Marius : si trupuri fara suflete.&lt;br /&gt; Eu    : si suflete fara trup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu  : ocupat, deranjez?&lt;br /&gt;Marius : imi caut nemurirea&lt;br /&gt;Marius : nu..&lt;br /&gt; Eu  : n-ai gasito inca nu? &lt;br /&gt;Marius : mmm…nu&lt;br /&gt; Eu  : cred ca se ascunde prin desert&lt;br /&gt; Eu  : ai cautato pe acolo?&lt;br /&gt;Marius : nuuu..&lt;br /&gt;Marius : n-am sanse nici acolo&lt;br /&gt; Eu    : ihm..dar in casele cersetorilor? &lt;br /&gt; Eu    : ai acces?&lt;br /&gt;Marius :Nici . acolo are loc doar durerea si bubele bolilor canceroase.&lt;br /&gt; Eu    : eu cred ca se ascunde si pe acolo...pentru ca multi sunt si nu mai mor,&lt;br /&gt; EU    :ba chiar se inmultesc fara rost si fac pui la fel de nemuritori ca ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s &lt;br /&gt;comorile dupa un timp se ascund in noroi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-1491841674620925680?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1491841674620925680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1491841674620925680&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1491841674620925680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1491841674620925680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2010/04/nopti-fara-luna.html' title='Nopti fara Luna'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S83hLGA4zlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rac4sS4J7jY/s72-c/More_than_Words_by_0hdearx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6955253750109933023</id><published>2010-03-02T15:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:52:34.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru Valentine`s Day/Dragobete s.a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S40XQ22EsAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aqHiPDp4IAM/s1600-h/i_hate_valentine_by_git2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S40XQ22EsAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aqHiPDp4IAM/s320/i_hate_valentine_by_git2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444033102928457730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum e cu linistea aia care-ti invadeaza trupul?&lt;br /&gt;O simtit si tu, o pace ce se instaleaza in trupul tau, trece prin maduva spinarii si se instaleaza in stomac dandu-ti o stare de moleseala.Un nod plasat in interiorul gatului care te apasa din ce in ce mai tare, nepermitandu-ti sa respiri, actiune pe care paradoxal continui sa o faci.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand simti nevoia sa fi singur/a doar tu si gandurile tale ce se izbesc de creier provocand acestuia vibratie.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru momentele cand crezi ca cel mai bine ar fi sa fi singur/a aletrneaza si clipele cand iti doresti din tot sufletul sa te contacteze cineva, simti nevoia unei strangeri de mana, a unei calde imbratisari, a unui simplu:  va fi bine si anume simti nevoia unei alte prezente afara de a ta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce pacat ca se ascunde cand ai  cea mai multa nevoie si apare atunci cand ai nevoie mai putina, de exemplu: a existat o perioada n viata mea cand simteam  atat de acuta nevoia de a asculta muzica si nu se gasea numeni care sa-mi potoleasca aceasta sete, iar acum degeaba ascult daca nu am ascultat atunci cand aveam nevoie cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Singuratatea e aceiasi chiar daca acest cuvant se pronunta diferit  in fiecare limba.Dorinta de a fi iubit ramane motorul vietii, iar acela care o data a cunoscut  iubirea/fericirea/sfletul pereche, greu se mai obisnuieste sa supravietuiasca singur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat nu?acest dute-vino peermanent care-ti ghideaza viata urcand-o si coborand-o ca intr-o calatorie a unui carusel fara oprire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Frumos ar fi ca dupa ce citesti post, sa cauti persoana cu care nu ai mai luat legatura de ceva timp si sa o intrebi : ce mai faci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiByYDOkJAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/CiByYDOkJAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1273248962837930012-6955253750109933023?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6955253750109933023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6955253750109933023&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6955253750109933023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6955253750109933023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-valentines-daydragobete-sa.html' title='Pentru Valentine`s Day/Dragobete s.a'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/S40XQ22EsAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aqHiPDp4IAM/s72-c/i_hate_valentine_by_git2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-863678130773356586</id><published>2009-12-25T03:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:34:54.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mos Craciun chiar exista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SzQWbE2d8FI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dQrYq7qEmVw/s1600-h/Craciun_Fericit_by_designextrem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SzQWbE2d8FI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dQrYq7qEmVw/s320/Craciun_Fericit_by_designextrem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418980906048024658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva timp, o fetita din New York, a vrut sa afle adevarul despre existenta lui Mos Craciun si a trimis o scrisoare ziarului "The Sun":&lt;br /&gt;"Am 8 ani, si unii dintre prietenii mei spun ca Mos Craciun nu exista ..."&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca un copil trebuie sa creada in magia Craciunului "The Sun" i-a raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;"Virginia, micii tai prieteni de joaca nu au dreptate. Multi copii cred doar ceea ce vad. Dar, Virginia, Mos Craciun exista asa cum exista iubirea, daruirea, cinstirea, credinta, sinceritatea. Si pentru ca toate acestea exista viata noastra este frumoasa si senina. Fara Mos Craciun lumea ar fi asa de trista! Fara el nu ar mai exista nici credinta, nici poezie! N-ar exista nimic din ceea ce ar face viata atat de frumoasa iar lumina copilariei ar pali.&lt;br /&gt;Mos Craciun exista! Astfel n-am crede in basme. Iar lucrurile cele mai importante si mai frumoase sunt deseori invizibile. Cati oameni au avut noroc sa vada zanele dansand in luminisuri sub razele lunii? Si totusi, ele exista, pentru ca exista o lume a povestilor!&lt;br /&gt;Nimic pe lumea asta nu este mai adevarat si mai trainic - Mos Craciun traieste si va trai vesnic! Va exista si peste zece mii de ani, pentru a umple de bucurie inimile copiilor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, Mos Craciun exista, si nu risipiti magia punandu-i la indoiala existenta, pentru ca odata plantata indoiala in suflet va disparea si farmecul inocentei voastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[text adaptat dupa revista Felicia]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-863678130773356586?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/863678130773356586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=863678130773356586&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/863678130773356586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/863678130773356586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/12/mos-craciun-chiar-exista.html' title='Mos Craciun chiar exista!'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SzQWbE2d8FI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dQrYq7qEmVw/s72-c/Craciun_Fericit_by_designextrem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6743827001476916580</id><published>2009-11-14T18:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:01:03.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Motive pentru  care e mai bine singleee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sv7vmlSdUqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WXAJ6Tt5fSg/s1600-h/Enjoy_by_Phoeebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sv7vmlSdUqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WXAJ6Tt5fSg/s320/Enjoy_by_Phoeebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404020049014772386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La scoala am fost intrebata de o colega daca am prieten.A ramas surprinsa cand i-am raspuns ca sunt singura de ceva timp si chiar o duc bine...&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa fim realisti nu-i chiar asa o mare paguba faptul ca esti single...chiar are si cateva avataje.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the reason for why i`m writing this post:P&lt;br /&gt; Motive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Nimeni un va lua decizii in locul tau&lt;br /&gt;2)Nu va trebui sa-ti constuiesti programul de weekend in functie de de planurile acelui cuiva&lt;br /&gt;3)Cand vei deschide telefonul nu vei fi asediata de o serie de mesaje si apeluri ratate plus de un iubit furios&lt;br /&gt;4)Nimeni nu va fi gelos daca te vei duce la discoteca si vei dansa si cu unu si cu altu iar pe "el" nu-l bagi in seama &lt;br /&gt;5)Ai mai mult timp pentru tine si prietenele tale and that means more time for pijama party&lt;br /&gt;6)Nu ai un iubit? atunci bye bye griji&lt;br /&gt;7)Vei fi scutita de momente penibile precum iubitul a venit sa-ti faca o serenada sub balcon, mai exact sub balconul vecinei;)&lt;br /&gt;8)poti gusta dintr-o gama variata de buze de la roz palid la buze pline, subtiri&lt;br /&gt; sau poti sorbi in fiecare seara ore in sir ochi deschisi pana la deep broun fie si lentile:P fara repros&lt;br /&gt;9)Banii tai, micile tale economii se vor putea duce pe cadouase numai si numai pentru tine...ihm un nou raft de pantofi, haine, pafumuri, cremute:x&lt;br /&gt;10)in vacanta la mare poti flirta  cu oricine, guess why? you are singlee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care este motivul pentru care tu te bucuri de viata de single?:d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6743827001476916580?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6743827001476916580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6743827001476916580&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6743827001476916580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6743827001476916580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/11/motive-pentru-care-e-mai-bine-singleee.html' title='Motive pentru  care e mai bine singleee'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sv7vmlSdUqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WXAJ6Tt5fSg/s72-c/Enjoy_by_Phoeebs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2854339589658449512</id><published>2009-09-30T20:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:43:14.459+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you have, you lose, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SsOlRK-03XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SFU9u_iL-1I/s1600-h/28abff789fdc0b36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SsOlRK-03XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SFU9u_iL-1I/s320/28abff789fdc0b36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387331293689470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma pricep sa pierd, pierd cuvinte, pierd vremea, ganduri, bani, carti, caiete, idei, fluturi, iubiri, fire de par, saruturi, nopti, prietenii, adrese, poze, amintiri, anotimpuri..si daca nu pierd tot macar le ratacesc si cand le gasesc e prea tarziu..&lt;br /&gt;Stii si imi pare rau, dar nu am ce sa fac asa sunt eu....cum sa ma schimb daca mereu pierd cate ceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Mortueu/c76b5e830312d9.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/Mortueu/c76b5e830312d9.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;Hi-Q - Lose 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce pierzi sau ce ai pierdut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2854339589658449512?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854339589658449512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2854339589658449512&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2854339589658449512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2854339589658449512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-me.html' title='Everything you have, you lose, right?'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SsOlRK-03XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SFU9u_iL-1I/s72-c/28abff789fdc0b36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3974600844866335630</id><published>2009-08-18T19:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:23:17.537+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipsa</title><content type='html'>" Dimineata a adus cu ea, daca nu o perspectiva mai luminoasa, macar mai multa stapanire de sine  si acceptare.Am stiut instinctiv ca noua ruptura din inima mea ma va durea intodeauna.As vrea sa  fie parte din mine acum.Timpul o va face mai suportabila- asa spune toata lumea  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eclipsa-Stepenie Meyer)                                                                                         &lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/gaby0908/7590d3a2608be9.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/gaby0908/7590d3a2608be9.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;Robert Pattinson-Let me sign&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/1273248962837930012-3974600844866335630?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3974600844866335630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3974600844866335630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3974600844866335630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3974600844866335630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dimineata-adus-cu-ea-daca-nu-o.html' title='Eclipsa'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4812487163282684853</id><published>2009-06-20T01:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:54:34.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E vara iar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SjwPim4gyAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/befxY2u4SJo/s1600-h/American_Style_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SjwPim4gyAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/befxY2u4SJo/s320/American_Style_by_monislawa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349167544636852226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haos, trebuie sa ma organizez.Nu pot sa platesc in fiecare zi si nici sa distrug sau sa ranesc oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Refuz sa imi trasez iar un cerc in jur si sa numar peretii inconjurati de fum.&lt;br /&gt;A venit vara si o data cu ea si vacanta, gata cu problemele.&lt;br /&gt; O sa alerg printre valuri, o sa continui de crosetat povestea mea care o sa-ma insoteasca toamna si o sa-mi tina de cald la iarna si sa astepte primavara.&lt;br /&gt;O sa imi pastrez raza mea de soare pe care sa o vad peste umbrela mea inflorata si peste nori si o sa pastrez cate un miros specific fiecarui anotimp.&lt;br /&gt;Azi pot sa ingramadesc cele 10 de mii de lucuri pe care nu le-am facut si pe care le-am lasat mereu pentru maine.&lt;br /&gt;Am emotii si e vara iar si sunt inconjurata de noi prieteni :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/xosmin/e868c61c5bc240.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/xosmin/e868c61c5bc240.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;Eminem - Beautiful&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;***Text adaptat dupa Mnemonica ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4812487163282684853?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4812487163282684853/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4812487163282684853&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4812487163282684853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4812487163282684853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-vara-iar.html' title='E vara iar'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SjwPim4gyAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/befxY2u4SJo/s72-c/American_Style_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5853958833807071796</id><published>2009-06-04T11:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:11:45.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea unui urias si a unei femei maruntele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SieBlyFHRtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/X4vsjpAE6HM/s1600-h/My_own_world_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SieBlyFHRtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/X4vsjpAE6HM/s320/My_own_world_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343381968996746962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit-o pe net si mi-a placut.&lt;br /&gt;da-ti drumul la melodie si cititi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=47afe38dc99ace&amp;userid=vergynica&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=47afe38dc99ace&amp;userid=vergynica&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fost odata ca niciodata, pentru ca daca n-ar fi nu s-ar povesti, un urias cu ochi albastri, indragostit de o femeie maruntica care iubea o casa foarte mica, cu o gradina sub fereasta iar in gradina mult caprifoi cu florile-n lumina. Dar uriasul, o iubea…o iubea cu…dragostea-i de urias, si mainile-i facute sa inalte un intreg oras se-mpiedicau si nu erau in stare sa apuce lucruri maruntele, adica sa dureze o casa foarte mica, cu o gradina sub fereastra, iar in gradina mult caprifoi cu florile-n lumina. A fost odata ca niciodata, pentru ca daca n-ar fi nu s-ar povesti, un urias cu ochi albastri, indragostit de o femeie maruntica. Si, intr-o buna zi, visand la geamul casei sale cu gradina, ea, ochilor albastri le-a spus: “Ramaneti cu bine”. Si, a venit un oarecine cu stare, si avere, si a dus-o pe femeia maruntica la visul ei, adica i-a construit o casa foarte mica, cu gradina sub fereastra, iar in gradina mult caprifoi cu florile-n lumina. Si uriasul…dar uriasul…uriasul a-nteles…ca dragostea-i de urias nu poate ca sa-ncapa intr-o casuta foarte mica, cu o gradina sub fereastra iar in gradina mult caprifoi cu florile-n lumina.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5853958833807071796?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5853958833807071796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5853958833807071796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5853958833807071796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5853958833807071796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/povestea-unui-urias-si-unei-femei.html' title='Povestea unui urias si a unei femei maruntele'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SieBlyFHRtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/X4vsjpAE6HM/s72-c/My_own_world_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3104554292703824673</id><published>2009-05-28T14:56:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:22:51.519+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinetele sunt doar cuvinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sh59MDEQtsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gIhHKnDn0rg/s1600-h/___0____by_papararapapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sh59MDEQtsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gIhHKnDn0rg/s320/___0____by_papararapapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340843854043068098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe parcursul unei secunde,unei zile, unei luni, unei vieti, trecem prin diferite situatii si acumulam experiente, sentimente, prietenii, poze, dar cel mai important, pe tot parcursul acestor perioade, colectam, voit sau nu, amintiri, amintiri placute sau nu...&lt;br /&gt;Prin natura noastra ne lasam afectati de cat mai multe probleme...&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu  de ce ar putea fi unii afectati dar pe mine unele cuvinte ma afecteaza mai mult ca orice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuvintele dor.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele te fac sa zambesti sau sa plangi.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele iti dau de gandit.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele te fac sa ierti.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele te fac sa uiti.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele te fac sa razi.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele te pot salva sau nu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sunt simple sunete care se pierd in vant si-si pierd din semnificatie in timp sau in urmatoarea secunda dar sunt si cuvinte spuse fara rost care ne marcheaza.&lt;br /&gt; Cuvintele nu au putere, nu au cum sa-ti faca rau, nu au cum sa te loveasca si sa te lase sa zaci pe podea zile intregi. Cu toate acestea, paradoxal, cuvintele pot face asta.&lt;br /&gt;Vorbele, intotdeauna vor fi la fel, spuse de alte si alte persoane pe diferite tonalitati, asa ca hai sa nu ne mai incredem atat de mult in cuvinte si sa incercam sa lasam mai mult faptele sa vorbeasca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=1bae4bacbf56dc&amp;userid=andreea_popa&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=1bae4bacbf56dc&amp;userid=andreea_popa&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/1273248962837930012-3104554292703824673?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3104554292703824673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3104554292703824673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3104554292703824673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3104554292703824673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuvinetele-sunt-doar-cuvinte.html' title='Cuvinetele sunt doar cuvinte'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/Sh59MDEQtsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gIhHKnDn0rg/s72-c/___0____by_papararapapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7851990259488491921</id><published>2009-05-12T14:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:09:18.298+03:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa: Uneori... de cele mai multe ori... cândva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SgllZnoO2AI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ri2AwaR0wIA/s1600-h/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SgllZnoO2AI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ri2AwaR0wIA/s320/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334906724405925890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt... cu gândul la un cer albastru cu nori gigantici si pufosi&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea... să pot alege schimbările care să se producă.&lt;br /&gt;Păstrez... amintirile unui zambet plin&lt;br /&gt;Mi-aş fi dorit... să citesc mai mult, să călătoresc mai mult, să fac mai mult(e).&lt;br /&gt;Nu îmi place..frigul si frigul din oameni &lt;br /&gt;Aud...o melodie&lt;br /&gt;Îmi pare rău că... oamenii dispar.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi plac... ideile.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt... asa cum as fi vrut.&lt;br /&gt;Dansez... ca o tâmpită cand am chef..&lt;br /&gt;Cânt... groaznik, dar ce bucuroasă sunt când o fac:D&lt;br /&gt;Niciodată... nu mai spun niciodată, nu am sa mai comit aceleasi greseli!&lt;br /&gt;Plâng destul de des.&lt;br /&gt;Nu îmi place de mine pentru că... sunt  prea aeriana&lt;br /&gt;Sunt confuză... când e vorba sa fac un lucru&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie... mereu de prieteni. Good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui... să las teoria şi să trec la fapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy pentru leapsa si leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://fakesmile-aka-ella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big Smile &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pauzadetzigara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mitza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adrian-juarez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juarez&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://3acadelecumenta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iepurica mentolata&lt;/a&gt; si la cine o mai vrea &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7851990259488491921?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7851990259488491921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7851990259488491921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7851990259488491921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7851990259488491921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa-uneori-de-cele-mai-multe-ori.html' title='leapsa: Uneori... de cele mai multe ori... cândva'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SgllZnoO2AI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ri2AwaR0wIA/s72-c/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-613975595843282035</id><published>2009-05-11T16:29:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:40:37.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SggqaVDjEbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6sPjEMAJXKQ/s1600-h/763df6eea8aaebf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SggqaVDjEbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6sPjEMAJXKQ/s320/763df6eea8aaebf0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334560390437343666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pun pariu ca nu ai aflat ca am un &lt;a href="http://zgomotele-mintii.blogspot.com"&gt;nou blog&lt;/a&gt;, dap desi nu voriam sa imi fac altul aseara am realizat ca am nevoie de un blog cu "muzicici" despre care voi scrie ceva: ori ce sentimente ori de ce imi aduc aminte, chestii deastea .&lt;br /&gt;Cert e ca pe my new baby voi posta mai des &lt;br /&gt;enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-613975595843282035?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/613975595843282035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=613975595843282035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/613975595843282035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/613975595843282035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby.html' title='My baby'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SggqaVDjEbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6sPjEMAJXKQ/s72-c/763df6eea8aaebf0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6780252359108031678</id><published>2009-05-09T10:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:07:35.069+03:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;a href="http://pauzadetzigara.blogspot.com"&gt;pauza de tigara&lt;/a&gt; are un nou nume la site: http://pauzadetzigara.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva ma tot preseaza sa scriu, dar tot nu am sa scriu:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;"nu-ti place sa scrii ...&lt;br /&gt;mai mult sa citesti, decat sa scrii cuvintele intregi&lt;br /&gt;[....]&lt;br /&gt;ca vorbareata esti, dar scriitoare nu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in cautare de nou nume pentru ca "fetitza XoXo " (csocso) nu mai poate fi fetita la 18 ani..daca aveti vre-o idee , v-as fi foarte recunoscatoareeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;am  aflat ca un om se schimba cand implineste 18 ani si devine neintelegator cu copii :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;am mai aflat un site care imi arata sub ce pretext a fost cautat blogul meu, si-mi place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca postarea aia "Sentimente pe Stop" e cam neinteleasa pentru ca m-am grabit si as mai avea cate ceva de adaugat dar nu vreau sa o rescriu desi ar cam trebui, eh pentru asta putem vorbi pe mess ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca de la un timp imaginatia mea o ia razna de la simple sunete sau litere, daca unii nu aud dar le potrivesc,&lt;br /&gt; eu citesc ce vreau;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6780252359108031678?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6780252359108031678/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6780252359108031678&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6780252359108031678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6780252359108031678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4578170930364627184</id><published>2009-04-15T03:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:02:50.285+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimente pe Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SeUxPXBhufI/AAAAAAAAAao/kvuaGCbAwUo/s1600-h/no_entry_by_draxiom.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SeUxPXBhufI/AAAAAAAAAao/kvuaGCbAwUo/s320/no_entry_by_draxiom.png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324716274383698418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt povesti care pur si simplu raman in aer cu sentimente puse pe stop, sentimente care nu te lasa sa treci mai departe .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt personae cu care ai vrea sa fie ceva, dar nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Va intelegeti perfect, va simtitt bine impreuna, chiar pareti a fi cel mai reusit cuplu dar degeaba. El nu te vrea sau tu nu-l vrei..din nu stiu ce motiv, nu sunteti impreuna sau ba da, sunteti impreuna doar din plictiseala..poate folosit cuvantul "plictiseala" e prea aspru sau poate nu, poate motivul este altul: sa va simtiti bine si sa nu fiti singuri, sa nu petreceti sarbatorile singuri multor persoane le este teama de asta, multora le este teama de singuratate.&lt;br /&gt;De genul acesta de pers cu sentimente puse pe stop ar trebui sa ne ferim. Si noi la randul nostru fara sa vrem sau cu intentia noastra facem asta dar stim ce vrem, si ei stiu ce vor doar ca sunt incantati de o nou "persoana deosebita" adica tu ...si de ce ar rata o asemenea ocazie?&lt;br /&gt;Persone cu sentimente pe stop, vor aparea mereu in calea noastra, cel mai bine e daca gasesti unul si toate is bune si frumoase sa-l scoti dup "stop" si sa apesi iar "Play" ..&lt;br /&gt;Dar greu, la unii a ramas intepenit butounul “stop” si oricat ai incerca n-ai sa reusesti sa schimbi.&lt;br /&gt; Astea sunt povesti fara de sfarsit cum e si versul acela de la vama “2 iNimi vor rula la nesfarsit” dar de tine depinde daca vor rula incontinuuu sau vor incetini pana la blocaj..&lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt doar povesti..&lt;br /&gt;Simple povesti fara de sfarsit cu sentimente puse pe "Stop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4578170930364627184?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4578170930364627184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4578170930364627184&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4578170930364627184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4578170930364627184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimente-pe-stop.html' title='Sentimente pe Stop'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SeUxPXBhufI/AAAAAAAAAao/kvuaGCbAwUo/s72-c/no_entry_by_draxiom.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2202135008910102166</id><published>2009-04-03T17:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:48:12.021+03:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SdYtzZfyI5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0Z7WsuzsBUM/s1600-h/xoxo_by_cherryparis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SdYtzZfyI5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0Z7WsuzsBUM/s400/xoxo_by_cherryparis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320490370825593746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit o leaspa de la Cecile sa scriu despre calitatile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Eu am sa scriu ceva ce putini stiu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ca element focul.&lt;br /&gt;Arcasului e o vatra cu taciuni arzand mocnit. Caldura lui pare placuta si binevenita, dar du-te prea aproape si scanteile care sar s-ar putea sa te arda destul de tare. Oricine este binevenit sa se incalzeasca langa Sagetator.:) &lt;br /&gt;Una din calitatile mele este ca pot fi mutabila.&lt;br /&gt; Am o atitudine de usa batanta fata de viata. &lt;br /&gt;Activitatea preferata: Sa deschid gura inainte sa gandeasc.P &lt;br /&gt;Fraza cheie: „Ce am facut?!” " Nu am vrut!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARACTERISTICI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sunt o tantaloaica de mare clasa, cu gura cat o sura si lipsita de orice fel de tact, care galopeaza prin viata cu un picior prins intr-o galeata in timp ce debiteaza enormitati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu am stare si am o personalitate extravaganta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ca stiu tot, de aia imi petrec viata incercand sa ii educ pe ceilalati.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La un centimetru sub privirea vesnic vesela zace o megatona de furie reprimata. Este cel mai bun ucigas din zodiac. Rabufneste cand te astepti mai putin si cu mare violenta, dar nu prea des. Nu e violent fizic. Mai degraba iti face casa bucatele si varsa epitete deloc placute la adresa neamului tau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Am sindromul „iarba e mai verde in curtea vecinului”. O sa renunt la planuri de perspectiva pentru senzatii pe termen scurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daca te certi cu mine, o sa iti serveasc o predica de-o sa iti dea sangele pe urechi. Daca incerci sa iti argumentezi punctul de vedere, nu o sa ma ai cu cine, ca deja am intins-o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt &lt;br /&gt;Independenta, optimista, cred ca sinceritatea e cea mai buna politica. Nu imi plang de mila, foarte prietenoasa si spontana.&lt;br /&gt; Vreau un partener cultivat si care a calatorit prin lume. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana care o sa te urmeze pana la capatul lumii…&lt;br /&gt; DAR: &lt;br /&gt;- fac multe gafe, desprinse parca din Zona Crepusculara, care ma fac sa ajunga mereu la locul nepotrivit in momentul potrivit. &lt;br /&gt;- Cand ma infuri, o sa vezi o explozie care o sa te loveasca in fata inainte sa poti lua orice masura de precautie. S-ar putea sa se lase cu ceva pahare sparte si desi nu o sa uite prea repede, o sa ma potoleasc in scurt timp.&lt;br /&gt;- Poate sa turuisc 20 de minute fara sa respir. Zambesc aproape non stop. &lt;br /&gt;- nu suport sa fiu singura. &lt;br /&gt;- imi place afectiunea, dar detest sa fiu cicalita. &lt;br /&gt;- Probabil ca am multi prieteni barbati, astept de la tine sa ai incredere in mine si multa rabdare .&lt;br /&gt;-sunt cea mai independenta femeie de pe suprafata pamantului. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textul este adaptat dupa un horoscop ingenios,special facut pentru mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2202135008910102166?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2202135008910102166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2202135008910102166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2202135008910102166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2202135008910102166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa.html' title='leapsa'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SdYtzZfyI5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0Z7WsuzsBUM/s72-c/xoxo_by_cherryparis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1689388308230442525</id><published>2009-03-24T17:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:54:39.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vreau si eu un bilet pana unde merge el</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SckGHNaRplI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hObANhkSlgI/s1600-h/97234_by_SmithSC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SckGHNaRplI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hObANhkSlgI/s400/97234_by_SmithSC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787556016301650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E pustiu.Pe peronul garii este o liniste apasatoare.Cu intarziere el, isi cumpara biletul pe care apoi i-l arunca in buzunarul gecii in care se afla pe cate bilete atatea scrisori mototolite, aruncate cu aceeasi graba.&lt;br /&gt;Se urca in vagon, ocupa locul de la fereastra si priveste in neant..&lt;br /&gt; Eu il urmaresc, eram la cativa pasi in spatele sau si totusi absenta privirii lui.&lt;br /&gt;L-am vazut cand a cumparat biletul si s-a suit in tren.&lt;br /&gt; ~E doar un gand trecator ce trece precum o fantoma neapasatoare, prin peretele mintii mele si ma doare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O voce proasta anunta plecarea trenului in care se urcase iar trenul porneste usor...avand sa ajunga intr-o destinatie fixa, atat de straina mie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E doar un alt tren pierdut, in care mi-ar fi placut sa-l insotesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=696b0b94a8a227&amp;userid=mihailazar28&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=696b0b94a8a227&amp;userid=mihailazar28&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/1273248962837930012-1689388308230442525?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1689388308230442525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1689388308230442525&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1689388308230442525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1689388308230442525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/vreau-si-eu-un-bilet-pana-unde-merge-el.html' title='vreau si eu un bilet pana unde merge el'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SckGHNaRplI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hObANhkSlgI/s72-c/97234_by_SmithSC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4775053935295473033</id><published>2009-03-08T17:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:33:33.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata ca un copac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SbPvJvltRpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HbjDJfagrjI/s1600-h/Tree_of_love_by_Speshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SbPvJvltRpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HbjDJfagrjI/s320/Tree_of_love_by_Speshall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310851336272430738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu am sa dedic acest post mamei si nici pentru ca e ziua femeii..pentru ca eu nu sunt femeie si nici nu vreau, sunt fetita si momentan asa vreau sa fiu :)&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vreau sa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zambeste tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Construieste un album de familie.&lt;br /&gt;Numara stelele. Imita o persoana pe care o iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Suna-ti prietenii. Spune-i cuiva “Mi-e dor de tine!”&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeste cu Dumnezeu. Redevino… copilul de altadata.&lt;br /&gt;Sari coarda. Uita cuvantul “ranchiuna”. Spune “DA”.&lt;br /&gt;Tine-ti promisiunile. Razi! Cere ajutor. Schimba-ti pieptanatura.&lt;br /&gt;Fugi……. Canta……. Aminteste-ti de o aniversare. Ajuta un om sarac.&lt;br /&gt;Termina un proiect. Gandeste! Iesi pentru a te distra. Ofera-te voluntar.&lt;br /&gt;Rasfata-te intr-o baie cu spuma. Fa cuiva o favoare. Asculta cantecul greierilor.&lt;br /&gt;Viseaza cu ochii deschisi. Inchide televizorul si vorbeste. Fii amabil!&lt;br /&gt;Da-ti voie sa gresesti. Iarta! Multumeste-i lui Dumnezeu pentru soare.&lt;br /&gt;Arata-ti deschis fericirea. Fa un cadou. Accepta un compliment. Priveste atent o floare.&lt;br /&gt;Interzice-ti sa spui “Nu pot!” timp de o zi. Traieste-ti clipa! Continua o traditie&lt;br /&gt;a familiei. Incepe o alta zi. Astazi nu iti face griji! Exerseaza curajul in lucrurile mici.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuta un vecin la greu. Mangaie un copil care sufera. Asculta un prieten.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste fotografiile vechi. Imagineaza-ti valurile marii. Joaca-te cu jucaria ta&lt;br /&gt;preferata. Da-ti voie sa fii simpatic. Saluta-ti primul noul vecin.&lt;br /&gt;Fa pe cineva sa se simta bine-venit. Promite cuiva ca il vei ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti ca nu esti singur. Lauda intreit o fapta buna.&lt;br /&gt;Primeste in sufletul tau si in casa ta un catel de pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;Hraneste-l! Vorbeste-i! Pastreaza-l!&lt;br /&gt;Sterge lacrimile de pe un obraz.&lt;br /&gt;Cumpara-ti o ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;Imparte-o cu un&lt;br /&gt;pofticios. Fii iar&lt;br /&gt;curios. Gaseste&lt;br /&gt;un lucru nou,&lt;br /&gt;ceva frumos,&lt;br /&gt;ceva interesant.&lt;br /&gt;Da-te in leagan.&lt;br /&gt;Citeste o poveste.&lt;br /&gt;Povesteste-o unui&lt;br /&gt;copil. Scrie o poezie.&lt;br /&gt;Daruieste-o “jumatatii” tale.&lt;br /&gt;Stai drept. Sadeste un copac.&lt;br /&gt;Multumeste-le celor de la care ai invatat.&lt;br /&gt;Sadeste si tu un arbore al vietii in inima si sufletul cuiva!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca sunt eco:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4775053935295473033?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4775053935295473033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4775053935295473033&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4775053935295473033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4775053935295473033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/viata-ca-un-copac.html' title='Viata ca un copac'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SbPvJvltRpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HbjDJfagrjI/s72-c/Tree_of_love_by_Speshall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3498745847565698507</id><published>2009-02-22T17:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:31:33.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cIqLjXv5Sg&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/4cIqLjXv5Sg&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;Pur si simplu ador melodia asta, ma face sa incetez din orice si sa o ascult incontinuuuu:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3498745847565698507?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3498745847565698507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3498745847565698507&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3498745847565698507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3498745847565698507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pur-si-simplu-ador-melodia-asta-ma-face.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5427434991892071499</id><published>2009-02-12T14:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:06:47.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6 in 6 la scoala:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SZQYeOl-hxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PPkARwhsuWM/s1600-h/4baf749a827e8e737c907fb12514a50b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301889568914442002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SZQYeOl-hxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PPkARwhsuWM/s320/4baf749a827e8e737c907fb12514a50b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca n-aveam ce face eu cu &lt;a href="http://memitzu.blogspot.com/"&gt;pauza de tigara&lt;/a&gt; ne-am gandit sa ne jucam 6 in 6 parca..jocul &lt;a href="http://openmind.weblog.ro/"&gt;Gabrielei&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[adica puneam cateva cuvinte iar cu ele alcatuiam ceva];)&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele au fost:&lt;br /&gt;tigari, frunze, sticla, vise, fulger, caldura, teama, fereastra, picatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Hai sa spargem zidul de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sticla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ce s-a format intre noi, sa lasam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caldura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sa patrunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Renunta la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tigari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Renunta la&lt;/span&gt; fulgerele &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;din privirea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si invata sa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;visezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasa teama sa-ti fie acoperita de frunze de primavara si zambeste-mi printre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picaturi&lt;/span&gt; de iarna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Si continui sa visez la &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tigari&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frunze, caldura&lt;/span&gt;, la soarele ce se investe prin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fereastra&lt;/span&gt;...Si am sa incetez sa ma gandesc la&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fulgere de sticla&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picaturi,&lt;/span&gt;pentru ca mi-e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teama &lt;/span&gt;ca &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;visele&lt;/span&gt; mele vor fi spulberate si eu o data cu ele .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Sunt doar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulgere&lt;/span&gt; ce ma fac sa tresar si &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picaturi&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Inca te mai vad inconjurat de fum de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tigari&lt;/span&gt; privind spre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fereastra&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; frunzele&lt;/span&gt; ce cadeau.&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa continui sa visez, pentru ca &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vise&lt;/span&gt;le sunt singurele care ma in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;lzesc printre picaturi de ploaie si fulgere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Iubito noi mergem printre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picaturile&lt;/span&gt; de ploaie..lasa umbrela acasa pentru ca ploaia te va spala iar cu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frunze&lt;/span&gt; te voi sterge..Nu te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teme&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulgere&lt;/span&gt; caci ele te vor ghida spre inima mea.&lt;br /&gt;Pe &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fereastra de sticla &lt;/span&gt;iubito fugi si furiseaza-te in bratele mele, sa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;visam&lt;/span&gt; la noi printre fumuri de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tigari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5427434991892071499?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5427434991892071499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5427434991892071499&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5427434991892071499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5427434991892071499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-la-scoala.html' title='6 in 6 la scoala:D'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SZQYeOl-hxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PPkARwhsuWM/s72-c/4baf749a827e8e737c907fb12514a50b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1533014568622375017</id><published>2009-02-07T14:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:00.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soare..Vant ..Albastru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SY2DcwgKj7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/bH-H60Ax6HA/s1600-h/1194801sefdqq2664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SY2DcwgKj7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/bH-H60Ax6HA/s320/1194801sefdqq2664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300036866564329394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele cu soarele mult asteptat au venit si eu abia astept sa ies..in fiecare zi e un prilej de bucurie..&lt;br /&gt;Si ma vad alergand, zambind soarelui si vantul sa se joace in parul meu:x apoi sa privesc jocul norilor pe cer.&lt;br /&gt;Si maine e o alta zi cu soare, o alta poveste de rulat un nou inceput..soarele straluceste iar:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Primavara Soarele se joaca in mana ta]vama -primavara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=dee399716c9edb&amp;userid=Spike&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=dee399716c9edb&amp;userid=Spike&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/1273248962837930012-1533014568622375017?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1533014568622375017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1533014568622375017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1533014568622375017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1533014568622375017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/soarevant-albastru.html' title='Soare..Vant ..Albastru'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SY2DcwgKj7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/bH-H60Ax6HA/s72-c/1194801sefdqq2664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-375556745809964520</id><published>2009-01-28T22:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:49:03.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirecea Eliade'/><title type='text'>despre prietenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SYDDqi5ksAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WKTKf-Hxlb0/s1600-h/hello_kitty_by_neoloonatic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SYDDqi5ksAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WKTKf-Hxlb0/s320/hello_kitty_by_neoloonatic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296448297477910530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca a fi sincer inseamna a nu ascunde nimic celuilalt. &lt;br /&gt;Esti considerat sincer nu "cand nu ascunzi nimic" celuilalt, ci cand nu ascunzi ceea ce asteapta de la tine sa ascunzi. &lt;br /&gt;Esti considerat sincer numai atunci cand spui ceea ce vrea si ceea ce asteapta altul de la tine sa spui.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doar sinceritatea ne da certitudinea ca suntem inconjurati de prieteni, de oameni care ne iubesc, ca nu suntem singuri. &lt;br /&gt; De aceea in ceasurile de mare singuratate se fac cele mai multe confesiuni, se deschid sufletele, oamenii se cauta unul pe altul.  &lt;br /&gt;In prietenie : esti iubit nu pentru ceea ce esti tu, ci pentru ceea ce vede si crede prietenul tau in tine. &lt;br /&gt;Esti iubit nu pentru tine, ci pentru ceea ce poti da, ceea ce poti justifica, verifica, contrazice sau afirma in sentimentele prietenului. &lt;br /&gt;Si nu te poti plange, pentru ca si tu faci la fel; toata lumea face la fel. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Esti iubit pentru ca prietenii s-au obisnuit cu tine sa te vada pe strada, sa te intalneasca la un anumit local sau pe terenul de sport,  in vizita la cunostinte, sa-ti placa, in general, ceea ce la place si lor, sa gandesti, in general, ceea ce gandesc si ei. &lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu in toate aceste sentimente ale lor? Esti descompus, distribuit si asimilat dupa vointa sau capriciul lor; iar tu faci la fel. &lt;br /&gt;Daca intr-o zi vrei sa faci altceva decat ceea ce se asteapta de la tine sa faci, atunci nu mai esti un bun prieten, atunci incomodezi, obosesti, stanjenesti. &lt;br /&gt;Cateodata esti tolerat; aceasta e tot ce poate oferi dragostea prietenilor tai libertatii tale: toleranta. &lt;br /&gt;O prietenie nu se verifica numai prin libertatea pe care i-o acorzi celuilalt. &lt;br /&gt;A ajuta pe un prieten la nevoie, a-l incalzi cu mangaierile tale, sfaturile tale. &lt;br /&gt;Altele sunt adevaratele probe ale prieteniei: a nu-i incalca libertatea, a nu-l judeca din punctul tau de vedere (care poate fi real si justificabil, dar poate nu corespunde experientei destinului celuilalt), a nu-l pretui prin ceea ce iti convine sau te amuza pe tine, ci pentru ceea ce este, pentru el insusi, prin ceea ce trebuie el sa realizeze ca sa ajunga un om ci nu un simplu manechin.&lt;br /&gt;Toate acestea insa nu ti le cere nimeni, dupa cum nimeni nu-ti cere adevarata sinceritate, ci numai acea sinceritate pe care o doreste el. &lt;br /&gt;Nu uitati ca intr-o prietenie nu conteaza numai ceea ce ia celalalt.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare luam mai putin decat ar trebui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-375556745809964520?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/375556745809964520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=375556745809964520&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/375556745809964520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/375556745809964520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-prietenie.html' title='despre prietenie'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SYDDqi5ksAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WKTKf-Hxlb0/s72-c/hello_kitty_by_neoloonatic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1487431537990633925</id><published>2009-01-21T23:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:33:46.068+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='net source'/><title type='text'>Autobiografie in 5 capitole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SXeTVjtX_bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oPYH7h6iEBo/s1600-h/talking_about_him_by_Tinnaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SXeTVjtX_bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oPYH7h6iEBo/s320/talking_about_him_by_Tinnaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293861885569400242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma plimb pe o strada. In mijlocul ei se afla o groapa. N-o vad, cad in ea. Nu e vina mea. Habar n-am cum sa ies dintro groapa, imi va lua mult timp sa gasesc o cale de iesire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitolul II&lt;br /&gt;Ma plimb pe aceeasi strada. In mijlocul ei se afla o groapa. Ma fac ca nu o vad, cad in&lt;br /&gt;ea. Probabil ca e vina mea? Stiu cum sa ies din groapa, dar imi va lua ceva timp s-o fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitolul III&lt;br /&gt;Ma plimb pe aceeasi strada. In mijlocul ei se afla o groapa. Stiu ca este acolo, o si vad, dar tot cad in ea�? Este vina mea! Ies imediat afara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitolul IV&lt;br /&gt;Ma plimb pe aceeasi strada. In mijlocul ei se afla o groapa. O ocolesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Capitolul V Ma plimb pe alta strada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cred ca citind aceasta chestie te gandesti la ce ma gandesc si eu...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-1487431537990633925?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487431537990633925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1487431537990633925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1487431537990633925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1487431537990633925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/autobiografie-in-5-capitole.html' title='Autobiografie in 5 capitole'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SXeTVjtX_bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oPYH7h6iEBo/s72-c/talking_about_him_by_Tinnaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4990881095872677</id><published>2009-01-18T13:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:26:17.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca un poet..</title><content type='html'>Tin sa-i informez pentru cei ce au participat la Casa de Cultura la LAnsarea Codului Zambaccian (12 oct. 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6NE6m757GM&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/w6NE6m757GM&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;Grigore Vieru a murit.&lt;br /&gt;Pe 16 ianuarie 2009 poetul a suferit un grav accident de circulaţie şi a fost internat la Spitalul de Urgenţă din Chişinău. Grigore Vieru se află în stare critică cu politraumatism, traumatism cranio-cerebral închis, contuzie cerebrală, traumatism toracic închis, contuzia cordului şi a plamânilor şi contuzia organelor abdominale, având şanse minime de supravieţuire. Accidentul rutier a avut loc în noaptea de 15 spre 16 ianuarie, ora 01:30 pe traseul R-3 Chişinău–Hînceşti–Cimişlia–Basarabeasca. La volanul autoturismului se afla Gheorghe Munteanu, artist emerit al Republicii Moldova şi director adjunct al Ansamblului de dansuri populare „Joc” din Chişinău, aflat într-o stare mai uşoară.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A încetat din viaţă pe data de 18 ianuarie a aceluiaşi an, la exact două zile după accident în Spitalul de Urgenţă din Chişinău în urma unui nou atac de cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...Ia-mi lacrima, dar ochii lasa-mi,&lt;br /&gt;Ia apa, dar sa-mi lasi izvorul“.&lt;br /&gt;„Esti trist, te pregatesti de iarna?“&lt;br /&gt;Iubita parca ma întreaba,&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu, senin, raspundu-i parca:&lt;br /&gt;„Ma pregatesc de flori si iarba...]&lt;br /&gt; Grigore Vieru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4990881095872677?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4990881095872677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4990881095872677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4990881095872677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4990881095872677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/inca-un-poet.html' title='Inca un poet..'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7005744176808040184</id><published>2009-01-10T01:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:05:03.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copil naiv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SWfmGhL_j7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/xbaa-TwomGI/s1600-h/book_from_my_childhood_by_mademoiselle_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SWfmGhL_j7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/xbaa-TwomGI/s320/book_from_my_childhood_by_mademoiselle_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289449287032213426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeai ca ai sa schimbi lumea dintr-o singura miscare?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh cat de mult gresesti, copil naiv..&lt;br /&gt;Bagheta magica, daca o exista sigur nu se afla in mainile tale.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochi naivi privesti lumea ce te-nconjuara,&lt;br /&gt;Cu zambete intampini atatea fete incruntate,&lt;br /&gt;Crezand ca cheia spre o noua lume&lt;br /&gt;Se afla pe buzele tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai in lumea ta copile,&lt;br /&gt;Plina de jocuri si povesti&lt;br /&gt;Bagheta nu se afla in ale tale maini&lt;br /&gt;Si nici vreo zana buna nu exista&lt;br /&gt;Zane, castele, printi, printese&lt;br /&gt;Asta numai in basme intalnesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/SergheySiaS/1df5ab6e296167"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_1df5ab6e296167(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vescan - Pasari calatoare&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/1273248962837930012-7005744176808040184?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7005744176808040184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7005744176808040184&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7005744176808040184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7005744176808040184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/copil-naiv.html' title='Copil naiv...'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SWfmGhL_j7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/xbaa-TwomGI/s72-c/book_from_my_childhood_by_mademoiselle_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3613212698188450728</id><published>2008-12-24T14:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:43:45.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SVIueQJuGtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/t9GdCjB2Ths/s1600-h/music_by_YourHeartShapedBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SVIueQJuGtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/t9GdCjB2Ths/s320/music_by_YourHeartShapedBox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283336410125703890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile...it confuses people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/samartinean/055d7d947eee15"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_055d7d947eee15(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Melua - Closest thing to crazy&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/1273248962837930012-3613212698188450728?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3613212698188450728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3613212698188450728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3613212698188450728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3613212698188450728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_24.html' title=':)'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SVIueQJuGtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/t9GdCjB2Ths/s72-c/music_by_YourHeartShapedBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3240756689143963859</id><published>2008-12-18T23:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:55:58.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata, om..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUrU3Qtrq7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ell0pRqx-qc/s1600-h/Dream_of_Freedom_by_cyanest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUrU3Qtrq7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ell0pRqx-qc/s320/Dream_of_Freedom_by_cyanest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281267558889794482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sursa de pacate, mizerie, dezgust si pierderi in neguri prafuite de sentimente impure.Vicii ce nasca fete manjite de fals chinuind suflete nevinovate...&lt;br /&gt;Ce vina au ei?&lt;br /&gt;Ce vina au toti?&lt;br /&gt;De vazut se pot auzi multe, dar nimeni nu vede ce intradevar ar trebui sa se auda.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat ne joaca viata pe degete.&lt;br /&gt;Oare pamantului ii este chiar atata sete pe cata apa cere?&lt;br /&gt;Oare viata asta e un carusel care acum urca,acum coboara?&lt;br /&gt;Si daca urca si coboara, cand va urca si pentru noi? destul a coborat, poate fi si mai rau? &lt;br /&gt;Cine mai cunoaste adevaratul sens al fericirii?&lt;br /&gt;Cu totii alergam catre fericire si ea, se ascunde de noi in cele mai ciudate si neimaginate locuri.&lt;br /&gt;Doar viata..&lt;br /&gt;doar&lt;br /&gt;{Viata ascunde cu ea misterele vietii}&lt;br /&gt;in cautrea carora multi au plecat si nu s-au mai intors..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3240756689143963859?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3240756689143963859/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3240756689143963859&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3240756689143963859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3240756689143963859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/viata-om.html' title='Viata, om..'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUrU3Qtrq7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ell0pRqx-qc/s72-c/Dream_of_Freedom_by_cyanest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5205787726824917085</id><published>2008-12-15T21:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:04:19.326+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='net source'/><title type='text'>despre ploaie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUa4ADP6TNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mDXiU5qeUV4/s1600-h/black_flowers_blossom_by_porcelainveins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUa4ADP6TNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mDXiU5qeUV4/s320/black_flowers_blossom_by_porcelainveins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280109924150037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ascultat vreodata ploaia?&lt;br /&gt;Ai privit-o cum saruta pamantul, iar acesta ii raspunde la sarutari sorbindu-i picaturile marunte? &lt;br /&gt;Ai vrut vreodata sa plangi, dar speriat ti-ai retras lacrimile inauntrul tau?&lt;br /&gt;Iti trimit lacrimile mele pentru ca sufletul meu se ineaca in lacrimi, iti trimit sufletul meu pentru a-i da viata prin tine...&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te la mine&lt;br /&gt; fii pamantul meu, lasa-ma sa fiu ploaia ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5205787726824917085?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5205787726824917085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5205787726824917085&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5205787726824917085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5205787726824917085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/despre-ploaie.html' title='despre ploaie'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SUa4ADP6TNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mDXiU5qeUV4/s72-c/black_flowers_blossom_by_porcelainveins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8210134106489005473</id><published>2008-12-07T19:35:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:13:51.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru tine'/><title type='text'>This life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/STwK7OvqybI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/apFywm9BQo0/s1600-h/Have_fun_by_Devocion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/STwK7OvqybI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/apFywm9BQo0/s320/Have_fun_by_Devocion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277104876057971122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe masura ce crestem descoperim ca pana si persoana care nu trebuia sa te dezamageasca vreodata, probabil o va face.&lt;br /&gt; Vei avea inima franta cel putin o data si de fiecare data va fi din ce in ce mai rau.&lt;br /&gt; Vei frange si tu inimi, asa ca adu-ti aminte cum te-ai simtit cand tu sufereai.&lt;br /&gt; Te vei certa cu cel mai bun prieten.&lt;br /&gt; Iti vei invinui noul iubit/ noua iubita pentru ce a facut cel/cea dinainte.&lt;br /&gt; Vei plange pentru ca timpul trece prea repede si poate vei pierde pe cineva drag.  Pentru ca pentru fiecare saizeci de secunde in care stai suparat, pierzi un minut din viata pe care nimeni nu ti-l poate da inapoi incearca sa faci ceva cu viata ta si treci peste probleme.&lt;br /&gt;Viata asta e prea scurta....&lt;br /&gt;asa ca iubeste, fi iubit si da totul pentru acea persoana care crezi ca merita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/mihai_28/d5d12c0f7b9199"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_d5d12c0f7b9199(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Is Too Short&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/1273248962837930012-8210134106489005473?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8210134106489005473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8210134106489005473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8210134106489005473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8210134106489005473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/pe-masura-ce-crestem-descoperim-ca-pana.html' title='This life'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/STwK7OvqybI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/apFywm9BQo0/s72-c/Have_fun_by_Devocion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4682051626490698414</id><published>2008-11-27T12:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:12:07.234+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><title type='text'>Azi am murit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SS5_8X0vYbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FCVEQRFbtqA/s1600-h/Accident_by_UnaObsesion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SS5_8X0vYbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FCVEQRFbtqA/s320/Accident_by_UnaObsesion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273292888861532594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datorita durerilor ce nu-mi dadeau pace, am hotarat sa plec de la ultimile 2 ore( de scoala).Mi-am luat geaca, ghiozdanul si m-am indreptat spre iesirea din clasa.Anevoios am reusit sa ies din curtea scolii pana la trecere atintindu-mi privirea pe partea opusa a drumului, partea opusa fiind continuarea drumului de la scoala pana acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Traversai soseaua fara a ma atentiona la masiniile care treceau in graba.Traversam usor grabit si atenta doar la durerea ce o simteam, observand  doar scartaitul rotilor masii care a pus frana brusc si oamenii ce ma priveau uimiti.&lt;br /&gt;Imi continuai drumul, unicul meu scop era de a ajunge acasa cat ami repede cu putinta.&lt;br /&gt;In fata blocului un grup de vecini dezbateau nu stiu ce problema aparuta, i-am salutat dar erau prea ocupati in problema lor pentru a-mi mai raspunde.Usa blocului am deschiso fara a sa fi fost nevoita sa apelez la cartela si nici la interfon, era deschisa.In timp ce urcam scarile imi cautam cheile in buzunarul drept al blugilor, le gasii si deschisei usa dintr-o singura miscare.&lt;br /&gt;Am intrat, holul era usor luminat de lumina palida ce iesea printre crapaturile usii inchise a bucatariei.&lt;br /&gt;In bucatarie era mama care vorbea la telefon.M-am descaltzat, am pus geaca in cuier iar ghiozdanul l-am dus in camera mea.Dupa  lasarea acestuiea am hotarat sa o instintez pe mama de sosirea mea asa devreme 11:30 acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis usa, am pasit incet si ma asezai pe canapea asteptand sa termine conversatia. Mama isi continua linistita conversatia cu unchii mei care ma sunasera pentru a-mi ura la multi ani desi ieri fusese ziua mea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu eram atenta la conversatia lor pentru ca inca de mica mi s-a spus sa nu ma amestec in discutiile adultilor, dar mi-a acaparat atentia "fata e la scoala...da, da am sa-i urez la multi ani din partea voastra"...mama vorbea si privea parca prin mine.&lt;br /&gt;Mii de amintiri din trecut mi-au revenit in minte facandu-ma sa vad din ce in ce mai intetosat pana ce o pata alba, luminoasa imi acoperii ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Ce se intamplase?&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa fac o mica analiza a evenimentelor pentrecute astazi si mi adusei aminte ca la trecere, soferului nu-i mergeau franele, se opreasise pe zebra trecerii de pietoni iar de fapt acei oameni, priveau ingroziti spre fiinta acea pusa la pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Da stiu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/azi-am-murit.html"&gt;azi am murit...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4682051626490698414?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4682051626490698414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4682051626490698414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4682051626490698414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4682051626490698414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/azi-am-murit.html' title='Azi am murit'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SS5_8X0vYbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FCVEQRFbtqA/s72-c/Accident_by_UnaObsesion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8054464591657440411</id><published>2008-11-25T16:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:56:37.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>despre iubire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSwXeL0cvJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6nKkPioj46w/s1600-h/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSwXeL0cvJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6nKkPioj46w/s320/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272615071080299666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara eu si &lt;a href="http://deadbutstillhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Cycy&lt;/a&gt; am parlit despre un sentiment destul de des intalnit mai la toate varstele.&lt;br /&gt;Totul a inceput de la statusul colegei mele:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"IUBIREA e frumoasa,IUBIREA e trista...chiar dak e frumoasa sau trista....IUBIREA exista" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea se imparte in mai multe categorii: iubire frateasca care poate fi adolescentina, timpurie dar si iubire care te tine tota viata aka permanenta, &lt;br /&gt; iubirea infaptuita at cand iti gasesti sufletul pereche si nici un obstacol nu va poate desparti.&lt;br /&gt;  CyCy: iubirea nu cunoaste margini, nu are loc pentru ura, nu face rau, il intareste pe om si il face sa se simta stapan pe toata lumea, iubirea poate ajunge pana la cer si sa faca drumul asta dus si intors de un infinit de ori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO:Iubirea este sentimentul acela pur pe care doua persoane il simt in acelasi timp si nu permit k distanta, trecerea timpului sa-l schimbe ci doar sa-l intensifice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CyCy :e cerul si soarele, apa si pamantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo: IUbirea ne inconjoara pretutindeni: se afla n cer in aer, pamant si fiecare floare, pom intalnit in calea noastra&lt;br /&gt;  (stiu vad prin okii uunui indragostit)&lt;br /&gt;CyCy : iubirea e al cincilea element in ceea ce priveste natura. fara iubire nu ar fi nimic&lt;br /&gt;CyCy: iubirea... iunirea e ochii si buzele fetei din fata ta...  iubirea e focul care arde in soba)-e bancutza pe care doi indragostiti isi petrec timpul - iubirea e soapta murmurata la ureche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO: ( nu stiu ce sursa dp net)&lt;br /&gt; sufletul tau fuctioneaza cu lemne, iar al meu cu electricitate. dragostea ta umple cerul de fum, a mea e din flacari curate. totusi vom mai merge impreuna o buna bucata de pamint, o buna bucata de cer, o buna bucata de luna. vom fi fericiti pentru iarba si pentru lac, vom ride pentru copac, vom slavi drumul drept cu cite-o gura. si vom tine un moment de reculegere pentru fiecare cotitura. ne vom lua dupa umbra mea care merge inainte, ne vom lua dupa primul gind, ne vom lua dupa doua-trei cuvinte. pana cind ne va iesi in cale sfinta vineri sa ne spuna printre altele ca nu mai sintem tineri. si ca ea n-o sa ne mai dea de-acum nici electricitate pentru flacara, nici lemne pentru fum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CyCy:trist finalul. e faina&lt;br /&gt;CyCy : iubirea e vantul care adie lin, adormind copaciii.. iubirea e cantecul de leagan cantat de mama puiului ei ca sa-l adoarma- iubirea e visul suprem pe care toti isi doresc sa il ajunga, fara sa stie ca l-au atins deja de multe ori...&lt;br /&gt;XOXO:sau poate k multi aspira la el dar sentimentul nu este simtit de catre celalalt partener, ti-ai pus cumva si problema asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http://deadbutstillhhere.blogspot.com&gt; CyCy: da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO: k noi am vb despre dragostea pe care o simt 2 in aceiasi intensitate, noi am vb despre cei se formeaza un intreg..dar hai sa vb si despre dragostea neimpartasita&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba faci u tot posibilul k sa fii iubit, dak pers respectiva nu-ti  raspunde senim, este greu s incerci sa aprinzi o scanteie acolo unde nu a patruns nicio data flacara iubirii/dragostei- este o risipa de timp sa incerci sa faci pe cnva &lt;br /&gt;sa simta ceva ptr tn ..macar p 1/4 dn cea ce simti u ptr el&lt;br /&gt;XOXo: dak in sufletul sa si-a facut cuib sentim ptr o alta pers&lt;br /&gt;XoXo: este dificila..chinuitoare atat si ptr cel care iubeste..dar si ptr cel care este iubit dar nu poate impartasi sentimentele&lt;br /&gt; CyCy :da...&lt;br /&gt;XoXO: Cel/cea care iubeste va face tot ce ii sta in putinta pt salvarea relatiei &lt;br /&gt;-: Este un chin sa stai alaturi de o pers care nu ti poate impartasi sent dar si chinul acesta depinde de pers respectiva:&lt;br /&gt;a) dak pers resp a mai iubit si inca iubeste..tocmai a terminat o relatie dar se gandeste la jumatatea dn trecut, neputand sa o scoata dn suflet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) pers nu a iubit nicodata- si deci nu poate sa si dea seama dak sta alaturi de cnva dn iubire sau rutina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)c poate k ei nu baga de seama si nu si manifesta iubirea fiind crescuti altfel,&lt;br /&gt; simt sentimente de afectiune dar nu stiu sa se exprime-stiu un caz&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : de ex bunicii mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CyCy: pai hai sa iti mai dau yo un caz d iubire neimpartasita:&lt;br /&gt; u il cunosti de mult timp, si sunteti amici. nu foarte apropiati. el are prietena, iar tu, incepi sa te indragostesti de el nu ii spui pentru ca ti-e frica sa nu str,ici relatia de prietenie si nu vrei sa o faci pe cea pe care el o iubeste sa sufere.Nu vrei si nu poti, nu iti sta in fire- atunci ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;Astepti sa treaca timpul poate iti va trece si tot asa continui sa il iubesti timp de aproape 3 ani?&lt;br /&gt;XoXo: poate k ar trebui sa discuti cu nul dintre ei, poate k sent unuia nu sunt tocmai puternice..&lt;br /&gt; CyCy:  da, dar ei sunt impreuna de 2 ani deja, iar in tot timpul asta in care tu tii la el&lt;br /&gt;i raman impreuna, si ii vezi zi de zi.&lt;br /&gt; CyCy: rabzi, taci si continui asa&lt;br /&gt;XOXo: asa deci.. cel mai indicat lucru ar fi ca tu sa-i vb fetei sau baiatului de sent tale fata de..&lt;br /&gt;Este cel mai corect dar ai risca ff mult, ai fi dispusa..un baiat ar spune mai usor cum sta treaba cu relati lui si dak ar fi dispus sa renunte la ea ptr tn pe cand o fata s-ar razbuna sau hmm depinde si de relatia in care te afli cu ea;)&lt;br /&gt;- Insa ai putea sa incerci sa eviti contactul cu cei doi&lt;br /&gt;- hmm..ptr k dak nu ai evita ti-ai prod o deziluzie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CyCy: Ori risti ori nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO eu as merge pe risk&lt;br /&gt; CyCy: n-am riscat asa k...am regretat asta- am zis mai bn asa, decat sa sufere doi, mai bine sufera unul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO: dar uite ca unii prefera sa-i faca sa sufere si pe ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;- cunsc un personaj-&lt;br /&gt;Si-a dort atat de mult sa intervina intr-o relatie,incat devenise o lipitoare.Nu stiu cm sa spun ca a evoluat..dar se pare ca cei doi inca sunt impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;* a fost si un obstacol feminin dar si unul masculin.&lt;br /&gt;obstacolul masculin a reusit sa rupa ceva intre cei doi dar baiatul si-a dat seama ca nu avea motive de indoiala asupra fetei.&lt;br /&gt; *deci e bn statusul elenei demonik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in relatia asta suntem doar tu si eu , noi si atat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CyCy: chiar e bun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-8054464591657440411?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8054464591657440411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8054464591657440411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8054464591657440411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8054464591657440411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/despre-iubire.html' title='despre iubire'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSwXeL0cvJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6nKkPioj46w/s72-c/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4163829841415264914</id><published>2008-11-24T20:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:04:45.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSr6bzHVD2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YYSYXcIMLHc/s1600-h/curiousity_by_andaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSr6bzHVD2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YYSYXcIMLHc/s320/curiousity_by_andaria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272301669274947426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente in care obosesti sa lupti.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand obosesti sa fi tu.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand iti doresti sa fi continuu bagat in seama si nu se gasesc persoane dispuse.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt si momente cand iti doresc sa fi lasat in pace, traindu-ti viata linistit intr-un coltisor al tau in care singurul zgomot permis este muzica in surdina ce se aude din difuzoarele castilor.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare zi are supararile ei, presupunand ca acesta motivul dorintei de izolare.&lt;br /&gt;Cum este atunci cand muzica iti patrunde in urechi nepermitandu-ti sa auzi ce-ti spun ceilalti?&lt;br /&gt;Cum este atunci cand privirea ti se atinteste asupra acelui ceva ce-ti trezeste amintiri?indiferent daca acel ceva este un simplu obiect sau un individ...&lt;br /&gt;Cum se intampla ca atunci cand privesti asupra acelui ceva mii de gandurile incep sa-ti alerge prin minte deruland amintiri, impartind firul in patru sau dezvoltand ideei?&lt;br /&gt;Cum este atunci cand vezi o persoana privind in gol zambind sau oftand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie desi ma intriga imi place sa observ astfel de persoane enigmatice.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa-i privesc pe acesti enigmatici purtatori in coltul gurii cate un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Imi  plac pentru ca ma fac  si pe mine sa zambesc chiar daca nu stiu motivul zambetului lor.&lt;br /&gt;De zambetul lor, eu pur si simplu zambesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4163829841415264914?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4163829841415264914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4163829841415264914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4163829841415264914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4163829841415264914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunt-momente-in-care-obosesti-sa-lupti.html' title='Momente'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SSr6bzHVD2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YYSYXcIMLHc/s72-c/curiousity_by_andaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7094659546156520160</id><published>2008-11-15T17:51:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:33:03.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saptamana memorie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SR738y9FqeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nG_d_TKZxR4/s1600-h/konchilis___sna_by_Eliara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SR738y9FqeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nG_d_TKZxR4/s400/konchilis___sna_by_Eliara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268921237912267234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana asta am fost permanent lovita de cate o amintire..fie placuta fie neplacuta dar amintirile m-au urmarit peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana asta o pot intitula saptamana aducerii aminte sau saptamana memoriei.Acum daca m-as intalni cu un cunoscut pe strada sigur as avea ce sa vorbesc cu el. sigur mi-as aminti si cele mai mici absurde, banale discutii pe care le-am avut..&lt;br /&gt;Mi amintesc primul cadou,prima mea rochita primita de la bunici, prima zi de scoala, primul prieten, prima mea casa, primii prieteni, a doua casa si peripetiile de atunci,cele mai scarry vise, imprietenirea cu copii de acolo,ineceputul problemelor, schimbarea casei, o noua viata alaturi de necunoscuti, primul prieten, prima papusica si ar mai fi.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri umblam pe dc asa ca sa mai scap de plictiseala cand dau peste Margareta- Ovidiu Lipan Tandarica si Zdop si Zdup- tiganii si ozn o melodie de acum muult muuult timp nici macar nu am mai auzit de formatie cred k s-or fi despartit sau eu stiu pe unde or mai fi...&lt;br /&gt;oh chiar ai miss those times:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7094659546156520160?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7094659546156520160/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7094659546156520160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7094659546156520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7094659546156520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/saptamana-memorie.html' title='Saptamana memorie'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SR738y9FqeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nG_d_TKZxR4/s72-c/konchilis___sna_by_Eliara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-566670979219918874</id><published>2008-11-10T18:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:23:11.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi doi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SRhZmakek-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cDMhIS8Nzvs/s1600-h/Since_We_Love_by_LethalDisease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SRhZmakek-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cDMhIS8Nzvs/s400/Since_We_Love_by_LethalDisease.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267058280712016866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa mai ramai&lt;br /&gt;Te vreau aici&lt;br /&gt;Dar nici eu, nici tu nu putem fi impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori sa-mi zambesti&lt;br /&gt;De ce-ti feresti zambetul?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori de mana, puternic sa ma strangi&lt;br /&gt;Si sa..&lt;br /&gt;Sa fugim in lume&lt;br /&gt;Departe de tot &lt;br /&gt;Departe de noi&lt;br /&gt;Fugind in lume tu sa uiti,&lt;br /&gt;Ca ti-am gresit candva&lt;br /&gt;Fugind in lume sa uit&lt;br /&gt;Ca mi-ai gresit cu ceva&lt;br /&gt;Sa fugim intr-o lume a noastra&lt;br /&gt;Amandoi imreuna mereu&lt;br /&gt;Si sa lasam in urma &lt;br /&gt;tot ce a trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Sa luam totul de la zero&lt;br /&gt;si nimeni si nimic&lt;br /&gt;sa nu ne mai desparta .&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim iar doar noi &lt;br /&gt;Sa zdrobim umbrele trecutului&lt;br /&gt;si viitorul sa-l colorom &lt;br /&gt;asa cum vrem noi&lt;br /&gt;Noi doi ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/micutza91/e5ae9ec81a6b4c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_e5ae9ec81a6b4c(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelly Furtado - Try&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/1273248962837930012-566670979219918874?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/566670979219918874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=566670979219918874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/566670979219918874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/566670979219918874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/noi-doi.html' title='Noi doi..'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SRhZmakek-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cDMhIS8Nzvs/s72-c/Since_We_Love_by_LethalDisease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3863174874982662854</id><published>2008-11-02T21:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:29:57.777+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucian Blaga'/><title type='text'>Melancolie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SQ3_oPndTqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tpMcE5K58lI/s1600-h/Not_by_blackll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SQ3_oPndTqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tpMcE5K58lI/s400/Not_by_blackll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264144606317858466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Un vant razlet isi sterge lacrimile reci &lt;br /&gt;  pe geamuri. Ploua.&lt;br /&gt;  Tristeti nedeslusite-mi vin, dar toata &lt;br /&gt;  durerea&lt;br /&gt;  ce-o simt n-o simt in mine, &lt;br /&gt;  in inima,&lt;br /&gt;  in piept,&lt;br /&gt;  ci-n picurii de ploaie care curg.&lt;br /&gt;  Si altoita pe fiinta mea imensa lume &lt;br /&gt;  cu toamna si cu seara ei&lt;br /&gt;  ma doare ca o rana.&lt;br /&gt;  Spre munti trec nori cu ugerele pline. &lt;br /&gt;  Si ploua."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3863174874982662854?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3863174874982662854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3863174874982662854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3863174874982662854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3863174874982662854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/melancolie.html' title='Melancolie'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SQ3_oPndTqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tpMcE5K58lI/s72-c/Not_by_blackll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6972378380707555880</id><published>2008-10-22T14:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:52:57.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre prieteni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SP8eqzwNIKI/AAAAAAAAATo/vEB47xaEnjM/s1600-h/Restart_by_influxxe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SP8eqzwNIKI/AAAAAAAAATo/vEB47xaEnjM/s320/Restart_by_influxxe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259956610587762850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prieten - persoana de care e legat cineva printr-o afectiune deosebita,bazata pe incredere si stima reciproca, pe idei sau principii commune (DEX)&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este doar definitia "seaca" a "prietenului".&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi prietenul e cel care ne intinde mana si ne ridica atunci cand am cazut si nu ne putem ridica.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenul e cel care e dispus sa-si imparta timpul cu tine si la bine si la rau.&lt;br /&gt;Prieten iti este acela care te suna dupa ce va-ti despartit acum 5 minute.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenul e cel care ne iarta greselile si se bucura pentru lucrurile frumoase care ni se intampla...&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii pot aparea oriunde si oricand numai  sa intalnesti persoane dispuse sa te cunoasca si sa se lase a fi descoperite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candva,un cunoscut mi-a spus ca :”prietenia nu exista” ca noi oamenii ne ducem in starea asta,insa acum imi dau seama ca nu avea dreptate...&lt;br /&gt;Noi gresim si ajungem sa suferim,deoarece credem ca oricine ar trebui sa ne fie prieten,dar nu-i asa...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt pur si simplu unii oameni care nu ne vor, care sunt departe de noi, sau de ale caror ideale nu ne putem noi apropia...&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia adevarata nu tine cont de distante, e apropierea fizica...poti fii prieten cu oameni pe care nu i-ai vazut in viata ta, dar care au senzatia ca te cunosc de cand e lumea si care stiu sa fie aproapre de sufletul tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•A scoate prietenia din viaţă e ca şi cum am scoate soarele din lume. (Cicero) &lt;br /&gt;•Prietenia înseamnă un suflet în două trupuri.(Aristotel) &lt;br /&gt;•Prietenia sfârşeşte acolo unde începe neîncrederea. (Seneca) &lt;br /&gt;•Dificultatea nu e în a găsi un prieten pentru care să mori, ci de a găsi un prieten pentru care merită să mori. (Homer) &lt;br /&gt;•Drumul către casa unui prieten nu e niciodată lung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc,prieteni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6972378380707555880?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6972378380707555880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6972378380707555880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6972378380707555880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6972378380707555880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/despre-prieteni.html' title='Despre prieteni'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SP8eqzwNIKI/AAAAAAAAATo/vEB47xaEnjM/s72-c/Restart_by_influxxe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4567585076789193720</id><published>2008-10-17T20:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:59:10.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SPjRfeGPGeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WlcL_0Ww-dI/s1600-h/Dots_by_NIKITAgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SPjRfeGPGeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WlcL_0Ww-dI/s200/Dots_by_NIKITAgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258182903540423138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am gandit ca dupa ce ca a trecut atata timp de cand ne cunoastem meriti sa afli adevarul despre mine&lt;br /&gt;te anunt ca tu esti singurl care va afla adevarul despre mine, asa ca&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca aceste randuri sa le citesti incet, desi o faci doar in mintea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte este un secret:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dimineata cand ma trezesc am aripi de buburuza, iar  seara  ma transform in  porumbel.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am pictat o casuta in dungi .&lt;br /&gt; Papusile mele au rochite cu buline iar bulinutele lor sunt  pete de zmeura.&lt;br /&gt; Am avut o pisica Bubulica se numea, dar a plecat. Probabil a considerat ca nu-i sta bine cu pete rosii pe blanita alba.&lt;br /&gt; Mama mea era ghicitoare in stele, iar tatal meu  ghicitor in vise.&lt;br /&gt;DAr sa sti ca pe mine nu prea ma pasioneaza asta, chiar deloc&lt;br /&gt; Eu nu ma omor dupa ghicitori, imi plac povestile cu final vag si oamenii care canta pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce vei citi acest mesaj si de vei vrea sa fi cu mine cauta ma!&lt;br /&gt;ehh.. &lt;br /&gt;  ai sa ma gasesti usor,&lt;br /&gt; am marcat drumul cu boabe de cafea si x-uri&lt;br /&gt;. X-urile ascund comori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Sa-ti aduci aripi de zmeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am sa-ti trimit secretul intr-un avion de hartie si te astept&lt;br /&gt;a ta xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4567585076789193720?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4567585076789193720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4567585076789193720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4567585076789193720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4567585076789193720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/m-am-gandit-ca-dupa-ce-ca-trecut-atata.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SPjRfeGPGeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WlcL_0Ww-dI/s72-c/Dots_by_NIKITAgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5118179956815561401</id><published>2008-10-14T11:16:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:11:36.242+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vine toamna</title><content type='html'>Era vineri, inceput de weekend iar balul bobocilor fusese aseara (joi).&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea aveam chef de spectacole, doar sa ma duc acasa sa ma bag in pat la somn si nici vremea nu parea a fi frumoasa pentru altceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit de la scoala cand suntem anuntate, eu si mai multe colege sa mergem la&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6NE6m757GM"&gt; Casa de Cultura &lt;/a&gt;ca cica se desfasoara o activitate "Lansarea codului Zambaccian 2 "&lt;br /&gt;Mda groastic mi-am spus.&lt;br /&gt;Eram in dubiu sa merg sau sa nu merg.Poate atunci as fi regretat ca nu am plecat acasa insa acum ma bucur ca am  participat la: decernarea premiilor Festivalului de Literatura 'Agata Grigorescu Bacovia'la editia acesteia au intrat in concurs 80 de creatii ale tinerilor scriitori din intreaga tara.&lt;br /&gt; Marele premiu a fost obtinut de poeta Adelina Georgeta Dozescu, din Timisoara iar locurile II si III au fost ocupate de medicul ploiestean Mircea Dinescu si de Cornel Diaconu, cadru militar in rezerva din Buzau.&lt;br /&gt;Evenimentul s-a bucurat in acest an de prezenta unor importante personalitati culturale, printre care poetii Grigore Vieru care a facut ca de obicei asistenta sa vibreze la versurile sale si Adrian Paunescu, precum si alti membri ai Uniunii Scriitorilor, precum Marius Chelaru, Calistrat Costin, Nicolae Pogonaru, Tudor Cicu.&lt;br /&gt; Primarul Emil Proscan, la randul sau om de cultura, director al revistei 'Fereastra',&lt;br /&gt; editata de Asociatia Culturala 'Agata Grigorescu Bacovia', a pregatit invitatilor si momente muzicale deosebite fiind invitati sa cante &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaHyqX7gehw"&gt;Tatiana Stepa &lt;/a&gt;si Cvartetul de coarde 'Clasic' al Filarmonicii 'Paul Constantinescu' din Ploiesti.&lt;br /&gt;(imi pare rau ca nu am gasit pe net filmulete de vineri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vineri pana duminica locuitorii orasului Mizil au uitat complet de grijile cotidiene si au tinuto intr-o petrecere cu prilejul Sarbatorilor Toamnei editia a-v-a, eveniment organizat de Consiliul Local si Primaria Mizil.&lt;br /&gt;Vor evolua diverse formatii de dansuri populare si de muzica usoara din Mizil sau localitatile invecinate.&lt;br /&gt;  Mizilenii au avut parte de o portie de umor, prin prezenta "Caravanei lui Axinte", dupa care au urcat pe scena formatii, solisti vocali si instru-mentisti: IRIS, Elena Gheorghe, Nicu Paleru, Ionut Dolanescu, orchestra populara Flacara Prahovei,&lt;br /&gt; duminica : DJ Project, Traian Ilea, Mihai Margineanu, Replica, Vacanta Mare si Directia 5,&lt;br /&gt; "Serbarile toamnei" urmand a se incheia, spre miezul noptii, cu un interesant joc de artificii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata programul in cateva orase prahovene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-24 octombrie- Ceptura&lt;br /&gt; #Zilele Cepturei, ed. a XII-a. &lt;br /&gt;27-28 octombrie -Baicoi&lt;br /&gt; #Toamna la Baicoi. Targ de produse agro-mestesugaresti, expozitii de arta, spectacole, distractii, hora. Participare zonala&lt;br /&gt;31 octombrie -Ploiesti, Casa de cultura a sindicatelor&lt;br /&gt; #Festival interjudetean de literatura umoristica&lt;br /&gt;31 octombrie – 2 noiembrie. Valenii de Munte&lt;br /&gt; #Serbarile Toamnei. Manifestare complexa de nivel national&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/an22ro/887452c7b0960c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_887452c7b0960c(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tatiana Stepa - Si totusi vine toamna&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/1273248962837930012-5118179956815561401?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5118179956815561401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5118179956815561401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5118179956815561401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5118179956815561401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/era-vineri-inceput-de-weekend-iar-balul.html' title='Vine toamna'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2252454133183978571</id><published>2008-10-09T22:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:56:51.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SO5dpGOfiaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H_V5VV0dmLo/s1600-h/paris_i_love_yoU_by_savateev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240775815367074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SO5dpGOfiaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H_V5VV0dmLo/s400/paris_i_love_yoU_by_savateev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8528f9e71b6aa5&amp;userid=micutza91&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=8528f9e71b6aa5&amp;userid=micutza91&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/1273248962837930012-2252454133183978571?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2252454133183978571/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2252454133183978571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2252454133183978571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2252454133183978571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-are-days.html' title='these are the days'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SO5dpGOfiaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H_V5VV0dmLo/s72-c/paris_i_love_yoU_by_savateev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7438748459021758696</id><published>2008-09-19T14:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:14:37.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'>toamna tarzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SNOJbyKRRJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN8C6tasX7w/s1600-h/the_battle_against_herself_by_ClaudiaC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SNOJbyKRRJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN8C6tasX7w/s200/the_battle_against_herself_by_ClaudiaC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247689101231080594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am scris, toamna tarzie&lt;br /&gt;o scrisoare . . .&lt;br /&gt;cu lacrimi de ploaie am lipit,&lt;br /&gt;in loc de timbru &lt;br /&gt;o frunza aramie, care moare.&lt;br /&gt;Expeditorul sunt eu,&lt;br /&gt;ce vrea cu o privire calda&lt;br /&gt;sa-ncalzeasca o natura-ntreaga.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am scris..&lt;br /&gt;toamna tarzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7438748459021758696?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7438748459021758696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7438748459021758696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7438748459021758696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7438748459021758696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ti-am-scris-toamna-tarzie-o-scrisoare.html' title='toamna tarzie'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SNOJbyKRRJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN8C6tasX7w/s72-c/the_battle_against_herself_by_ClaudiaC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6933286957949581439</id><published>2008-09-05T10:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:09:02.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cand iubesti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SMDpEuAFxCI/AAAAAAAAANA/ixjSBUsSKl0/s1600-h/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SMDpEuAFxCI/AAAAAAAAANA/ixjSBUsSKl0/s320/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242446233536414754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt; when you truly love someone, that person becomes part of you, they become your life, your everything.&lt;br /&gt; They change you and they inspire you in so many different ways that are indescribable.&lt;br /&gt; How do you let go of someone who has made such an impact on your life?&lt;br /&gt; How do you let go of the one thing that keeps you going, keeps you strong?&lt;br /&gt; Loving someone with all you have is letting go of fear, it is growing up. Because when you love someone whole-heartedly, you let go of your selfishness, you give them all of yourself - to live is to love - &lt;br /&gt;so how do you let go of someone you truly care about?&lt;br /&gt; the truth is.. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you can, I think no matter what happens, whether you are together or not, they are in your heart .... always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6933286957949581439?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6933286957949581439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6933286957949581439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6933286957949581439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6933286957949581439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/cand-iubesti.html' title='cand iubesti'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SMDpEuAFxCI/AAAAAAAAANA/ixjSBUsSKl0/s72-c/heart_by_RUN4W4Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-4103604238552342059</id><published>2008-09-02T10:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:28:07.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai simtit si tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SLzq_lZW6WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vQcFKBWJD6c/s1600-h/Balon_D_by_CadereLibera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SLzq_lZW6WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vQcFKBWJD6c/s320/Balon_D_by_CadereLibera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322444443543906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai simtit vreodata cum sufletul ti se rupe, iar tu nu poti face nimic sa-l opresti?Ai simtit vreodata acea durere sufleteasca insuportabila, care urla in tine, te face sa te izbesti de toti peretii si care iti spune ca nimic nu va mai fi la fel si ca viata ta s-a oprit acolo si ca nimic din ceea ce se va intampla dupa nu ti-o va mai putea aduce inapoi?&lt;br /&gt;Daca da, inseamna ca macar o data ai suferit,&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai cumplita suferinta este aceea pe care cu totii o stim din iubire, sa sti ca persoana cu care ai impartit o buna bucata de timp acum trece pe strada ca si cum nu te-ar cunoaste si sclipirea dn ochi pe care o avea adesea cand te intalnea si ea a disparut.&lt;br /&gt;Unde s-au dus acele zile  de vara in care te tinea de mana si-ti soptea cat de mult i-ai lipsit?&lt;br /&gt;De ce il alungi fara sa-i dai si lui dreptul la replica?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-ti complici viata in loc sa astepti ca timpul sa decida?&lt;br /&gt;De ce te repezi si te arunci in greseli?&lt;br /&gt; fara sa sti de fapt ce faci iar atunci cand realizezi ca ai gresit e de cele mai multe ori..mult prea tarziu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-4103604238552342059?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4103604238552342059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=4103604238552342059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4103604238552342059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/4103604238552342059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ai-simtit-si-tu.html' title='ai simtit si tu?'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SLzq_lZW6WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vQcFKBWJD6c/s72-c/Balon_D_by_CadereLibera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3480509905255266586</id><published>2008-08-17T16:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:02:39.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>vrei sa ma vezi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SKgvdcf-_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GRAaQQ4yrDY/s1600-h/Iq8zlr276827-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SKgvdcf-_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GRAaQQ4yrDY/s320/Iq8zlr276827-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486749731257858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa ma atingi,&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa-mi vorbesti?&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa ma uiti,&lt;br /&gt;- sa ma renegi, &lt;br /&gt;-sa ma stergi din mintea ta?&lt;br /&gt;Ma compari cu toate si nu ma regasesti in nici una?&lt;br /&gt;Iti imaginezi viata fara mine?&lt;br /&gt;Daca as pleca definitiv si nu as mai spune absolut nimic niciodata,&lt;br /&gt; ai fi trist sau fericit?&lt;br /&gt;Ma chemi in fiecare zi, chiar daca stii ca nu te aud?&lt;br /&gt;Ai da orice sa ma vezi fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Daca intr-o zi as fi suparata pe ploaie, ai fi in stare s-o bati?&lt;br /&gt;Stii sa-mi iei apararea in fata tuturor?&lt;br /&gt;Stii sa lupti pentru iubirea ta?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa ma ierti daca gresesc?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa ma asculti chiar si atunci cand tac?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa-mi citesti in ochi?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa ma vrei chiar si atunci cand nici eu nu ma vreau?&lt;br /&gt;Vei sti sa ma iubesti, atunci cand toti ma urasc?&lt;br /&gt;Ce crezi ca e iubirea pana la urma?&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;Stii de ce te intreb? Pentru ca eu nu stiu cum e..&lt;br /&gt;eu nu iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;eu nu ma iubesc..&lt;br /&gt;eu nu te iubesc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3480509905255266586?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3480509905255266586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3480509905255266586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3480509905255266586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3480509905255266586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/08/vrei-sa-ma-vezi.html' title='vrei sa ma vezi'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SKgvdcf-_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GRAaQQ4yrDY/s72-c/Iq8zlr276827-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-9142755080655356517</id><published>2008-07-25T02:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:18.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SIkRoKiuofI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JmKL0dWnJMA/s1600-h/a3d5ab76e1c8144b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SIkRoKiuofI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JmKL0dWnJMA/s320/a3d5ab76e1c8144b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728224262627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare câte vise spulberate reuşesc să alcătuiască în final un vis împlinit? Câţi oameni trebuie să viseze neîncetat ca ceva să devină realitate? Câţi trebuie să viseze ca visul tău să fie ales? E o lume în care visele sunt spulberate la fiecare pas.. şi totuşi tot ce putem face este să continuăm să visam în ciuda a tot ce ne împiedică.. ele sunt doar obstacole, care să dovedească dacă ne merităm în cele din urmă visul sau dacă merităm să rămânem mediocrii.. să râmânem doar nişte oameni ce "au avut ghinion". Visele.. nu sunt imposibile, nu există imposibil.. sau mai bine zis.. singura diferenţă este că imposibilul durează puţin mai mult.. dar până şi el este realizabil. Eşti gata să treci peste toate provocările ce-ţi ies în cale ca să-ţi împlineşti visul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-9142755080655356517?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9142755080655356517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=9142755080655356517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9142755080655356517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9142755080655356517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/07/oare.html' title='oare...'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SIkRoKiuofI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JmKL0dWnJMA/s72-c/a3d5ab76e1c8144b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7770669640877856727</id><published>2008-06-25T16:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:18.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SGJbbmDiPSI/AAAAAAAAALg/vDkbt4Ei4Fc/s1600-h/lovely_book_by_Dm3t_7zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SGJbbmDiPSI/AAAAAAAAALg/vDkbt4Ei4Fc/s400/lovely_book_by_Dm3t_7zen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831848078425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa scriu. Am atatea idei, atatea planuri si atatea scenarii in minte. E un calvar, stii? Sa vrei cu tot dinadinsul sa transmiti lumii ideile tale, gandurile, simtirile, trairile, si sa nu poti. Sa ai trac, exact cand vine momentul sa pui pixul pe hartie, sau degetele pe taste, depinde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si sigur ma cunosti m-ai vazut pe undeva&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu ma recunosti chiar daca stau in fata ta&lt;br /&gt;Sunt chiar acolo si tu nu ma vezi&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa-ti amintesti &lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ne-am intalnit chiar ieri."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7770669640877856727?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7770669640877856727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7770669640877856727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7770669640877856727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7770669640877856727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/06/vreau-sa-scriu.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SGJbbmDiPSI/AAAAAAAAALg/vDkbt4Ei4Fc/s72-c/lovely_book_by_Dm3t_7zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-668761994694140689</id><published>2008-06-15T13:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:18.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OARE CIUDAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SFT7-gcuF0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0W6oV0zlAQM/s1600-h/which_way_the_wind_blows_by_terraregina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SFT7-gcuF0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0W6oV0zlAQM/s400/which_way_the_wind_blows_by_terraregina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212067720055363394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am putea trai in perfectiune?&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi viata nostra fara un pic de tistete, de lacrimi, de zambete?&lt;br /&gt;Imi place ca mi se intampla aceste lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu as putea sa spun ca e un lucru ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;E ceva obisnuit.E viata cotidiana, impreuna cu incercarile, experientele si placerile ei, fara de care ar fi chiar plictisitor.Daca stau sa ma gandesc, nu mi-ar placea fara un pic de tristete, nu mi-ar placea fara un pic de perfectiune, fara un pic de necaz, fara lacrimi, fara zambete.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-ar placea nici daca as stii cu mult timp inainte care mi-ar fii prieten pe viitor, care ar fi cadoul pe care am sa-l primesc, faultate la care am sa intru, daca o sa iuu sau nu bacul hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu m-as plictisi de viata asta, cu siguranta nu as mai vreao .&lt;br /&gt;Insa e trist sa stai asa in viata chiar fara sa stii nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum spuneam, chiar nu e lucru extrem de ciudat.Este exact ceea ce se intampla si s-a mai intamplat: aceeasi viata, aceleasi trairi, bucurii, lacrimi, necazuri, suferinte, cu alte motive.O viata plictisitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Deloc ciudat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-668761994694140689?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/668761994694140689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=668761994694140689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/668761994694140689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/668761994694140689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/06/oare-ciudat.html' title='OARE CIUDAT?'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SFT7-gcuF0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0W6oV0zlAQM/s72-c/which_way_the_wind_blows_by_terraregina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1133875037681272712</id><published>2008-06-04T15:37:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>despre tine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SEaPOh2E0YI/AAAAAAAAALI/-vln4dgrIGI/s1600-h/sud_by_glitterdarkstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SEaPOh2E0YI/AAAAAAAAALI/-vln4dgrIGI/s400/sud_by_glitterdarkstar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208007498866676098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchisa in vena orasului trist,&lt;br /&gt;Erai o picatura de suflet&lt;br /&gt;Pe care asteptam s-o gust.&lt;br /&gt;Erai luna voluptoasa si-argintie,&lt;br /&gt;Ce printre aripi de nori gri,&lt;br /&gt;O asteptam noapte de noapte.&lt;br /&gt;In timpul zilei insorite,&lt;br /&gt;Erai cerul plin de stele,&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma tinea legat de dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Iar cand aripile-mi ardeau,&lt;br /&gt;Din razele lunii si visele mele&lt;br /&gt;Erai cea ce mi le teseai la loc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum esti doar o umbra&lt;br /&gt;Inghetata intr-un fulg de nea,&lt;br /&gt;Ce s-a topit inainte sa m-atinga.&lt;br /&gt;Acum esti doar o raza palida,&lt;br /&gt;Din soarele ce a murit,&lt;br /&gt;Innecat in noaptea din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Esti o stea din raiul intunecat,&lt;br /&gt;Ce odata cazuta in dizgratie,&lt;br /&gt;N-a mai vrut sa se ridice.&lt;br /&gt;Esti doar o piatra de mormant,&lt;br /&gt;Asternuta solemn la capatul&lt;br /&gt;Umbrei sufletului meu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-1133875037681272712?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1133875037681272712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1133875037681272712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1133875037681272712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1133875037681272712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/06/despre-tine.html' title='despre tine..'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SEaPOh2E0YI/AAAAAAAAALI/-vln4dgrIGI/s72-c/sud_by_glitterdarkstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5572613618646008974</id><published>2008-05-26T14:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDqmOlxnM_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aH2Ei4tidP8/s1600-h/you_found_me_by_cr3z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDqmOlxnM_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aH2Ei4tidP8/s400/you_found_me_by_cr3z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204655088968610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember,&lt;br /&gt;when you were just a kid, everyone used to ask you :&lt;br /&gt;"who do you love best"? &lt;br /&gt;And the usual answrs were:&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, daddy, granma, gradpa etc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so simple then.&lt;br /&gt; The entire universe was just a cocoon which sheltered you and your closest family members.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asked me know, I wouldn`t know what to answer. The best answer I would like to come up with would be... &lt;br /&gt;"Myself"&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately I would be lying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5572613618646008974?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5572613618646008974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5572613618646008974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5572613618646008974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5572613618646008974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-remember-when-you-were-just-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDqmOlxnM_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aH2Ei4tidP8/s72-c/you_found_me_by_cr3z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7788651242063192639</id><published>2008-05-24T16:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traficul de finte umane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDgY1VxnM-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/P120zs4Sgmc/s1600-h/haideti_fratilor_la_inchisoare_by_bluueee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDgY1VxnM-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/P120zs4Sgmc/s400/haideti_fratilor_la_inchisoare_by_bluueee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203936674083976162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera Pauzei de tigara (http://memitzu.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nix Madalina ==&gt; pestoaica, traficanta de finte umane.&lt;br /&gt; Este data in urmarire, plecata din tara cu prietenul Nexulescu Marean "peste"  fiind si el.&lt;br /&gt;Ambii find acuzati de "pescarie" sau "balta"; furt al unui magarush pe post de ostatic.&lt;br /&gt;Daca vedeti un cuplu si un magarush sunati la 074xxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt; va multumim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. sunt periculosi, musca din oameni si  pot fi foarte agresivi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7788651242063192639?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7788651242063192639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7788651242063192639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7788651242063192639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7788651242063192639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/05/traficul-de-finte-umane.html' title='Traficul de finte umane'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SDgY1VxnM-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/P120zs4Sgmc/s72-c/haideti_fratilor_la_inchisoare_by_bluueee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5278416489819272306</id><published>2008-05-18T12:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SC_7XgAK9AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGhz7L5vdPg/s1600-h/tree_top_by_defy_the_wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SC_7XgAK9AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGhz7L5vdPg/s320/tree_top_by_defy_the_wind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201652475782427650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (muntele Cocoasa)&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna mi-a placut sa descoper. Noutatea ma fascineaza. Poate de asta uneori dau impresia de instabilitate.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa cunosc. Oameni, orase, munti, vai, cuvinte si expresii neobisnuite...de toate.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SC_7hgAK9BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hk9g8N8UmoA/s1600-h/Rasnov_Castle_by_Nadia1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SC_7hgAK9BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hk9g8N8UmoA/s400/Rasnov_Castle_by_Nadia1956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201652647581119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5278416489819272306?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5278416489819272306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5278416489819272306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5278416489819272306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5278416489819272306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/05/intotdeauna-mi-placut-sa-descoper.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SC_7XgAK9AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGhz7L5vdPg/s72-c/tree_top_by_defy_the_wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-126475598106344290</id><published>2008-05-12T15:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugus'/><title type='text'>Dedicatii speciale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SChOiwAK8_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fDGFReGbOVE/s1600-h/free_to_live_without_hope__by_virjinya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SChOiwAK8_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fDGFReGbOVE/s320/free_to_live_without_hope__by_virjinya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199492128707376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o noapte, mai exact sambata&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@dar nu mai plange&lt;br /&gt;SuGuS : printesele n-au voie sa plaga&lt;br /&gt;(eram un pic sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@would you be the princess of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v@azandu-te stiu ca traiesc auzindu-te stiu ca intr-adevar traiesc ca nu-i un vis zambindu-mi doar ma simt in al noua-lea cer, atingandu-ma ma simt in al 10-lea cer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@pe zi ce trece cand ma privesti cu atata caldura simt ca urc tot mai sus spre cer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@stralucirea ohilor tai ma calauzeste in intunericul tunelului ce ma duce spre cer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@esti abia un diamant prafuit lumea nu te vrea........te vreau eu, te apreciez si pe viitor voi incerca sa indepartez praful......te voi face sa stralucesti...........lumea va sti ce comoara a pierdut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@zambetul aduce culoarea in viata-insuti zambetul tau e curcubeul dupa ploile mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@fara tine sunt ca o dependenta care sufera dupa drogul care o face sa simta ca traiasca....cand esti cu mine intru in sevraj......cand sutn cu tine nu mai vreau sa stiu de nimeni......doar de noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@si fie ca stralucirea ochilor tai sa-mi lumineze calea vietii mangaierea ta sa-mi fie ghid apropiat......vocea ta indiciile ecoului care imi creeaza confuzie.......calauza mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@...n-as vrea ca tu sa fii lacrima ce-mi curge de fericire deoarece nu vreau sa te pierd.......ramai bucatica din inima care face tic tac pt noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ce n-as da ca in fiecare noapte sa adorm cu capul pe pieptul tau sa-ti aud inimioara ta cum bate de fericire TiC TaC ..TiC TaC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@fericirea mi se citeste pe chip atunci cand ma strigi&lt;br /&gt; ..fac un pas...ma strigi iar....ma intorc n-as putea pleca cand vad ca ma strigi .......si ai nevoe de mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frumos nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/micutza91/7edb2189f01f58"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_7edb2189f01f58(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morandi- save me&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/1273248962837930012-126475598106344290?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/126475598106344290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=126475598106344290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/126475598106344290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/126475598106344290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/05/dedicatii-speciale.html' title='Dedicatii speciale'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SChOiwAK8_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fDGFReGbOVE/s72-c/free_to_live_without_hope__by_virjinya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2995363291808722337</id><published>2008-05-01T01:34:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:19.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SBkLPoP8VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uNGyuFfBZw8/s1600-h/Gift__by_Irmius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SBkLPoP8VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uNGyuFfBZw8/s320/Gift__by_Irmius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195196008278808162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm se pare ca nu am mai scris de ceva timp si cativa mi-au simtit lipsa nu?&lt;br /&gt; am avut niste probleme cu calculatorul, dar acum m-am intors.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum as putea sa descriu luna aprilie? luna cadourilor?&lt;br /&gt;oare?&lt;br /&gt;sau luna pastelui?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nustiu cum sa o numesc ptr ca luna a inceput in timpul scolii, da bn lucru firesc, hmm hai sa spunem saptamana data de vacanta din aprilie, saptamana pastelui.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum ati petrecut voi aceasta vacanta, dar sper ca veti scrie sau macar email astept;)dar eu  sambata inaintea pastelui am  fost la cumparaturi ptr majoratul prietenei mele si a varului prietenului meu.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am fatait prin magazine in speranta gasirii cadoului potrivit si l-am gasit in ultima clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Varului prietenului meu i-am cumparat un suport ptr o sticla/cutie de "bauturi racoritoare" in firma de masinutza frumos lucrata din lemn si un tricou cu un mesaj haios probabil k ati mai auzit si voi :“Iubit de putini, Urat de multi, Respectat de toti”.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenei mele i-am cumparat o carticica "Prietena mea cea mai buna", un set de argint si un ursulet.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca le-a placut si astept sfaturi de la voi ca eu una sunt cam in pana de ideei si chiar as avea nevoie si de ajutorul vostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va pupik:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2995363291808722337?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2995363291808722337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2995363291808722337&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2995363291808722337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2995363291808722337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm-se-pare-ca-nu-am-mai-scris-de-ceva.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SBkLPoP8VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uNGyuFfBZw8/s72-c/Gift__by_Irmius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-912534906287318268</id><published>2008-04-26T22:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:38:23.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>tineretu din ziua de azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-video/Piticu21/6c0f2b2792c50c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_6c0f2b2792c50c(448, 386);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noua reclama de la prigat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana aici un clip amuzant, dragut.&lt;br /&gt;Ne amuza comicul de situatie nu?&lt;br /&gt; O pisica este victima unei farse a unui pusti simpatic.&lt;br /&gt;Pustiul zambeste discret in timp ce intreaga casa e intoarsa cu susul in jos de pisica dezorientata si alergata&lt;br /&gt; de parintii baiatului. Miraculosul efect asupra pisicii este dat de sucul Prigat strecurat pe ascuns de nazdravan in farfuria pisicii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prigat mai mult fruct, mai multa energie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff acum ca am venit de la scoala ar trebui sa-micumpar si eu o sticla de prigat?&lt;br /&gt;Ce efect o avea si asupra mea, o sa incep sa zbor prin casa?&lt;br /&gt;NU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efectul sucurilor dulci asupra copiilor: obezitate si carii&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc ca am citit mai demult despre prostia comisa de parinti care dau in nestire copiilor dulciuri si sucuri dulci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;"Copiii care consumă frecvent dulciuri întîmpină dezechilibre ale procesului de creştere şi fragilitate osoasă. Consumul de zahăr conduce la scăderea voinţei şi a capacităţii de concentrare.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;“Băuturile organice care combină fructele cu o cantitate mare de zahăr sunt principalele vinovate de erodarea dinţilor copiilor, avertizează medicii stomatologi. “Majoritatea părinţilor nu sunt conştienţi că sucurile naturale din fructe pe care aceştia le cumpără copiilor conţin la fel de mult zahăr ca un suc făcut din esenţe”, a afirmat dr. Philip Stemmer, medic stomatolog.”&lt;br /&gt;http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=78707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La adresa e mai sus gasesti studii stiintifice care releva efectele consumului excesiv de bauturi dulci asupra copiilor.&lt;br /&gt; Medicii au ajuns sa recomande sa se limiteze consumul de “sucuri naturale” la copii, care sunt mult inferioare fructelor ca aport nutritiv dar vin insotite de efecte negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O analiza de bun simt a reclamei Prigat cu pisica&lt;br /&gt;Si acum sa folosim bunul simt: Prigat se mandreste ca ii va umple pe copii de energie deoarece contine 12% fruct si multe alte chestii. Pisica o pateste din cauza asta, iar la nivelul copilului se traduce practic in perpetua agitatie si scaderea lipsei de concentrare. Pana la urma unde sa se duca toata acea energie? Locuri de joaca sunt putine in orase, sa nu mai zicem de parcuri. Calculatorul si televizorul nu necesita consum de energie, deci in orele petrecute in fata vreunui program TV sau joc acea energie se transforma in grasime. Si asa crestem o generatie de grasi nelinistiti cu dintii cariati a caror bucurie e sa se uite la o pisica cum se loveste bezmetica de lucrurile din casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia mea: chiar daca apreciezi un marketing bun, conteaza si produsul promovat. Nu lasa marketingul sa iti ia banii din buzunar, informeaza-te intai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-912534906287318268?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/912534906287318268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=912534906287318268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/912534906287318268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/912534906287318268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/04/tineretu-din-ziua-de-azi.html' title='tineretu din ziua de azi'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5181961722697911063</id><published>2008-04-22T19:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:20.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cine erai tu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SA4XS4P8VkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/r2Lyhg5wKW0/s1600-h/untidiness_toys_on_my_room__by_LittleFlair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SA4XS4P8VkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/r2Lyhg5wKW0/s320/untidiness_toys_on_my_room__by_LittleFlair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192113033509099074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu erai o pustoaica de vre`o 14ani, cuminte, cu un dulce zambet..&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum ce? &lt;br /&gt;Ce s-a intamplat cu zambetul naiv care iti inflorea pe fata atunci cand soarele stralucea ?&lt;br /&gt;Ce s-a intamplat cu pustoaica aceia care pe cat de naiva,pe atat de dulce era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La intceput, avea incredere in ea.&lt;br /&gt; Mergea dreapta, sigura de sine, demna, si ochii ii sclipeau intr-un mod absolut fermecator. Era foarte frumoasa... &lt;br /&gt;Azi insa... merge mai stramba de spate, parca spasita, si ochii ii lucesc a umilinta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mie tot frumoasa imi pari... &lt;br /&gt;Dar parca parul, desi la fel de nearanjat, nu-ti mai sta la fel... &lt;br /&gt;zambetul iti e mai fortat, adidasii, la fel de plini de praf, dar parca mai ostentativi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca a trecut atat de mult timp...&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nebuna... e doar... foarte, foarte chinuita... de cei din jur, de vise neimplinite, de lumea in continua degradare morala din jurul ei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde ai sfarsit, tu care te iubeai atat de mult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu care doreai atat de mult sa daruiesti si sa primesti?&lt;br /&gt;Unde ai sfarsit cu visele tale, cu sperantele tale, cu nebuniile tale de viata si de moarte? &lt;br /&gt;Unde ai sfarsit ? &lt;br /&gt;Unde pot sa te caut?&lt;br /&gt;Unde pot sa te gasesc? &lt;br /&gt;Mai pot sa te pastrez?&lt;br /&gt; dak da cum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5181961722697911063?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5181961722697911063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5181961722697911063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5181961722697911063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5181961722697911063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/04/cine-erai-tu.html' title='cine erai tu..'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SA4XS4P8VkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/r2Lyhg5wKW0/s72-c/untidiness_toys_on_my_room__by_LittleFlair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5723506027592812400</id><published>2008-04-21T18:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:20.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SAzE2MOTcCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vTF1Ez89sYE/s1600-h/Tra_la_la__by_dudix_movuliu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SAzE2MOTcCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vTF1Ez89sYE/s320/Tra_la_la__by_dudix_movuliu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740905724538914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce frumoas e afara...&lt;br /&gt;Vara se pare ca vrea sa inceapa sa-si faca simtita prezenta...ce frumos vestesc "pasaricile" dimineata o noua zi plina de caldura si lumina soarelui..&lt;br /&gt;Mda probabil ca acesta e un motiv pentru care nu am mai scris pe blog&lt;br /&gt;Da n-am mai scris pe blog pentru ca...nu am mai avut timp, nu am mai avut ideei sau chef.&lt;br /&gt;Pf..&lt;br /&gt; va veni si vacanta de paste yuppyy..&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc ca primavara/vara asta sa fie cu totul una speciala!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau dimineti frumoase cu duminici perfecte...hmm cat mai multe poze, cercei, cumparaturi, gargarite, "seri adormite":P hmmm si pff mult asteptatul iulie :X:X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5723506027592812400?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5723506027592812400/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5723506027592812400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5723506027592812400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5723506027592812400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ce-frumoas-e-afara.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/SAzE2MOTcCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vTF1Ez89sYE/s72-c/Tra_la_la__by_dudix_movuliu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3616303748530439882</id><published>2008-04-07T21:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:20.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_ppUGpPvxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnzmAKsc4uY/s1600-h/Smile_by_SpyKate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_ppUGpPvxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnzmAKsc4uY/s200/Smile_by_SpyKate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186573714972458770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 .Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2 .Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3 .Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4 .Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions. &lt;br /&gt;5 .Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Cum te simţi astăzi?&lt;br /&gt;Tuned Brothers - Dame serenata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Vei ajunge departe în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Adele - Chaising pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Cum te văd prietenii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;Lara Fabian - Je t`aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Te vei căsători vreodată?&lt;br /&gt;Bon JOvi &amp; Lean Rimes -Till we ain`t strangers anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Care e tema preferată a celui mai bun prieten?&lt;br /&gt; Impact - Doar pentru ea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Care e povestea vieţii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Cum era în liceu?&lt;br /&gt;Marina Elali - One las cry.Nu am terminat liceul, dar in mare se potriveste, mai ales titlul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Cum poţi avansa in viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - Keep Breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Nathasa Bedingfield - These Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Ce se preconizează pentru weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz - I`ll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Ce cântec te descrie cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;Take That - How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Dar pe bunicii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Minogue &amp; Nick Cave - Where the wild roses grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Cum îţi merge în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Martin Ten Velden - Wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ce melodie îţi va cânta la înmormântare?&lt;br /&gt;Andreea Balan &amp; 3Se - Mai stai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Cum te vede restul lumii?&lt;br /&gt;Sugarbabes - Stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Vei avea o viata fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys -If I ain`t got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Ce cred prietenii cu adevarat despre tine?&lt;br /&gt;Verbal &amp; Carmen - Voi fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?&lt;br /&gt;Tania Mara - Se Quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Cum sa ma fericesc singur?&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Gaynor - Ilove you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?&lt;br /&gt;Lene Marlin - Another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3616303748530439882?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3616303748530439882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3616303748530439882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3616303748530439882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3616303748530439882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title='leapsa'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_ppUGpPvxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnzmAKsc4uY/s72-c/Smile_by_SpyKate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6034753099412354804</id><published>2008-04-02T16:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:20.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zburam si era frumos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_VkY2pPvrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OsFCRBRecvs/s1600-h/zbor_by_katrina13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_VkY2pPvrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OsFCRBRecvs/s400/zbor_by_katrina13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185160924135145138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6034753099412354804?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6034753099412354804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6034753099412354804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6034753099412354804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6034753099412354804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='zburam si era frumos'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R_VkY2pPvrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OsFCRBRecvs/s72-c/zbor_by_katrina13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7416511399896295171</id><published>2008-03-30T21:42:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:20.994+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nu se merita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-_lVmpPvlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EHN2OfSZdeY/s1600-h/disapointed_by_yustine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-_lVmpPvlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EHN2OfSZdeY/s400/disapointed_by_yustine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183613855440289362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu se merita sa-ti imparti putinul pe care-l ai cu o persoana care nu te merita, o persoana pentru care nu existi.&lt;br /&gt; De ce sa-ti faci iluzii ca se va schimba, daca el continua sa se comporte asa facandu-te nefericita?&lt;br /&gt;Ia gandestete consideri ca trebuie sa-i accepti tu toate capriciile toate mofturile iar tu de la el sa nu te astepti la nimic pentru tine?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu merita! &lt;br /&gt;Consideri ca isi mai au rostul atatea nopti nedormite?&lt;br /&gt;atatea griji?&lt;br /&gt;attea promiiuni?&lt;br /&gt;atatea sperante?&lt;br /&gt;Nu nu se merita, evident ca persoana respectiva este o egoista!&lt;br /&gt;Baieti mai sunt pe lumea aceasta si ia gandestete la cati ai spus nu doar pentru ca sa fi cu el...&lt;br /&gt;Nu se merita sa lupti ptr o cauza ce sti ca e pierduta inca de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-l sa plece, lasa-l in lumea lui...nu-l mai incurcat si tu cu atatea lucruri complet absurde si prostesti.&lt;br /&gt;Redai libertatea!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7416511399896295171?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7416511399896295171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7416511399896295171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7416511399896295171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7416511399896295171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/nu-se-merita_30.html' title='nu se merita'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-_lVmpPvlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EHN2OfSZdeY/s72-c/disapointed_by_yustine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2226181597231578410</id><published>2008-03-28T18:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:21.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-0tTGpPvhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_ko1K9Z7sQ/s1600-h/where__s_the_bus__by_falexx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-0tTGpPvhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_ko1K9Z7sQ/s400/where__s_the_bus__by_falexx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182848552397684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a aplecat capul si isi priveste degetele printre suvite de par nepieptanate.&lt;br /&gt;Acum se intoarce acasa.&lt;br /&gt;S-a oprit intr-o statie de autobuz.&lt;br /&gt; Soarele se amesteca naiv cu parul si ea a intepenit acolo. Mainile, picioarele, privirea au adormit intr-o lene calduta, buzele s-au blocat si ele intr-un zambet calm.&lt;br /&gt; Nu vrea nimic, nu e fericita, nu e trista, nu trebuie sa ajunga nicaieri, nu deruleaza amintiri si nici nu isi face planuri de viitor.&lt;br /&gt;Sta intr-o statie de autobuz, printre oameni care se inghesuie sa prinda locuri, printre sacose, ziare, tigari neterminate, bocanci cu urme uscate de noroi, regrete, temeri, fluturasi in stomac, socoteli, motivatii, vinovati si adevaruri absolute...cortine, aplauze, virgule, puncte de suspensie, cratime puse gresit, imperfectul perfect, nici un figurant, numai actori principali si un singur spectator, cel mai bun spectator: tacut, intelegator, rabdator si plin de admiratie. Peste cateva minute se va ridica si isi va continua drumul.&lt;br /&gt; Probabil o sa isi cumpere un covrig, inainte sa analizeze ce are de facut in urmatoarele ore ...&lt;br /&gt;NU are de ce sa se grabeasca, e sfarsit de saptamana si nimeni nu o asteapta acasa...&lt;br /&gt;Isi continua drumul cu pasi marunti, si nu se gandeste la nimic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2226181597231578410?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2226181597231578410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2226181597231578410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2226181597231578410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2226181597231578410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/multa-lumina.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-0tTGpPvhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_ko1K9Z7sQ/s72-c/where__s_the_bus__by_falexx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8176447006697342181</id><published>2008-03-23T20:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:21.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>imi pare rau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-aormpPveI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rr4kfwG07zs/s1600-h/coupl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-aormpPveI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rr4kfwG07zs/s400/coupl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181013888397721058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze pentru tot ce ti-am spus..&lt;br /&gt;a fost neintentionat, a fost pentru ca m-am pacalit pe mine..&lt;br /&gt;poate ca inca mai sunt legata de trecut, trecutul nu ma poate lasa si nici eu nu imi doresc..nu stiu de ce, inca sunt confuza..a trecut atata timp, dar eu n-am rupt legatura cu trecutul si tu stiai asta foarte bine, pentru ca niciodata nu ti-am ascuns si tu oarecum acceptai...&lt;br /&gt;totul era frumos&lt;br /&gt; pana cand eu iar..am inecput cu glumitzele mele legate de trecut si viitor.lucru ce te-a deranja..te-a deranjat prea mult sau prea am insistat asupra lui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa stii ca daca ti-am facut vreodata rau, a fost neintentionat, a fost inconstient. stiu ca ma cunosti si tu si ca stii cat de ipocrita pot sa fiu, dar n-am de gand sa fac asta.&lt;br /&gt; Nu cu tine. Niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; Si orice o sa faci, asa cum am mai spus, o sa fie iertat, dar nu uitat.&lt;br /&gt;Avem prea multe lucruri adevarate impreuna ca sa lasam sa se termine urat.&lt;br /&gt;nu putem lasa sa piara atea vise atatea planuri ..nu inca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca nu ne-a venit timpul&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc si simt, stiu ca si tu ma iubesti&lt;br /&gt;ne-am atasat prea mult unul de celalalt ca sa ne despartim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/porta_marius/2bd7b4619a9c81"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_2bd7b4619a9c81(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-8176447006697342181?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8176447006697342181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8176447006697342181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8176447006697342181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8176447006697342181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/imi-pare-rau.html' title='imi pare rau'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-aormpPveI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rr4kfwG07zs/s72-c/coupl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-9104046750991115651</id><published>2008-03-19T19:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:21.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mai frumoasa ca oricand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-9c62pPvkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EWwJBcGHs34/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-9c62pPvkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EWwJBcGHs34/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183463862297411138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti departe si ai asupra mea o putere imensa &lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc zambind in fiecare zi &lt;br /&gt;Ce sansa ca te-am cunoscut,nu mai credeam in iubire de mult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa raman in lumea ta plina de iubire &lt;br /&gt;N-am mai fost indragostita asa nicicand &lt;br /&gt;Fericirea pe care-o primesc doar cu tine vreau s-o traiesc &lt;br /&gt;Cu tine invat sa iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ma vezi mai frumoasa decat stiu eu &lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa simt ca sunt centrul lumii eu &lt;br /&gt;Si ma alinti,ma alinti,ma alinti cu vorbe dulci &lt;br /&gt;Inima mea nu vreau s-o minti....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laura stoica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-9104046750991115651?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104046750991115651/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=9104046750991115651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9104046750991115651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/9104046750991115651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_19.html' title='mai frumoasa ca oricand'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-9c62pPvkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EWwJBcGHs34/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6813033538776227723</id><published>2008-03-19T18:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:21.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-FMXdPZvjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dHqFZxExfgA/s1600-h/umbkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-FMXdPZvjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dHqFZxExfgA/s400/umbkiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505012322713138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stii de ce te iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Şi nici nu ai să ştii vreodată, se pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îşi puse mănuşile, deschise umbrela şi ieşi în ploaie. Apoi dispăru printre străduţe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6813033538776227723?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6813033538776227723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6813033538776227723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6813033538776227723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6813033538776227723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/stii-de-ce-te-iubesc-nu.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R-FMXdPZvjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dHqFZxExfgA/s72-c/umbkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3211595589950476352</id><published>2008-03-13T19:04:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:21.842+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R9ltJtPZviI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QObqP11Xb9Q/s1600-h/szare%2Bzycie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R9ltJtPZviI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QObqP11Xb9Q/s320/szare%2Bzycie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177289260169543202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... simtea  ca nu mai poate indura, totul pentru ea era ca un cosmar din care nu se putea trezi..lacrimile ii intepau ochii, capul o durea..atatea nopti nedormite incepeau sa-si faca efectul.&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca nu mai are pentru ce lupta, incerca sa lupte pentru ceva ce era de la bun inceput pierdut..gandea ca nimic nu mai are rost..toti o dezamagisera.. &lt;br /&gt;Unde era acela ce o sustinea toteauna, cel care o incuraja?&lt;br /&gt; Singurul ei prieten?&lt;br /&gt; el, satul de problemele ei acesta pa parasi, prefera sa paraseasca aceasta lumea cruda si perversa pentru a se duce intr-un loc mai bun cu o lumea mai buna fara probleme si griji.&lt;br /&gt; Plictisita de cei patru pereti gri ai casei Adelle parasi cladirea pentru a-si limbezi gandurile, in parculetul din apropierea casei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Obosita dupa atatea ture ale parcului, hotara sa se aseze pe o bancuta in apropierea unui lac..&lt;br /&gt;Se aseza p bancuta si privea lacul... o sinistra imagine ii fulgera atunci mintea.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginea pirii imediat ce vantul smecheras de toamna isi facut simtita prezenta si pe banca isi facu aparitia un tanar.&lt;br /&gt; Un tanar cu o privire albasta  si un cald zambet ce sea arata a fi interesat de ea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buna&lt;br /&gt;-Buna&lt;br /&gt;-Ma numesc Andrei, tu?&lt;br /&gt;-Adelle..urma apoi un moment de tacere..imi pare bine de cunostinta Andrei&lt;br /&gt;-Si eu ma bucur ca in sfarsit  am facut cunostinta...de ceva timp  te tot privesc si deabia acum mi-am facut curaj ca observ ca esti singura si persoana acea in varsta, tatal tau cred nu te-a insotit de asta data...insa am  observat ca esti foarte trista&lt;br /&gt; Adelle ofta..&lt;br /&gt;-De ce esti imbracata in negru s-a intamplat ceva?..ahh pot sa-mi imaginez..imi cer scuze&lt;br /&gt; in acest timp Adelle il privea uimita nestiind ce sa faca, sa spuna...&lt;br /&gt;-Sincere condoleante... si o imbratisa in timpul acesta Adelle simtea cum niste fluturasi incepeau sa se izbeasca isteric de peretii stomacului sau..&lt;br /&gt;-Daca te simti singura si vrei sa vorbesti cu cineva sa sti ca sunt dispus sa te ascult..stiu ca suan ciudat dar uneori iti face bine sa te descarci cuiva sau chiar si unui necunoscut ...&lt;br /&gt; Fata ofta si-l privea adanc..ochii baiatului aveau ceva ciudat,privirea aceasta i se parea cunoscuta, insa avea ceva ce o facea sa aibe incredere in el...&lt;br /&gt;pana la urma ce mai avea de pierdut,&lt;br /&gt;nu deja pierduse tot??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3211595589950476352?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3211595589950476352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3211595589950476352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3211595589950476352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3211595589950476352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R9ltJtPZviI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QObqP11Xb9Q/s72-c/szare%2Bzycie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-7267990602795536147</id><published>2008-03-01T16:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:14:35.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>primavara a sosit!</title><content type='html'>Zambeste&lt;br /&gt;primavara a sosit,&lt;br /&gt;Nici o alta luna de peste an nu cunoaste atatea sarbatori precum Martie:&lt;br /&gt; 1 Martie - Martisorul,&lt;br /&gt; 8 Martie - ziua Femeii si a Mamei,&lt;br /&gt; 9 Martie - 40 de Sfinti,&lt;br /&gt; 25 Martie - Bunavestire sau Blagovesteniile,&lt;br /&gt; zilele Babelor, apoi zilele Mosilor.&lt;br /&gt; Si intotdeauna, in Martie se intra in Postul Mare al Sfintelor Pasti. De buna seama ca nu degeaba, ci pentru ca urmeaza explozia vegetatiei, reinnoirea lumii dupa o iarna in care toata natura parea moarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-video/ioanantonhristu/bc0b6a29451e3d"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_bc0b6a29451e3d(448, 386);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavara sa-ti aduca un martisor de sanatate,o adiere calda de fericire,un nor de iubire,un soare stralucitor,un ghiocel plin de noroc,o raza de speranta,deschide-ti inima...fa loc clipelor frumoase!bucura-te de viata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-7267990602795536147?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7267990602795536147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=7267990602795536147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7267990602795536147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/7267990602795536147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/03/primavara-sosit.html' title='primavara a sosit!'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8695121571588439291</id><published>2008-02-17T22:14:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:22.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7i2lzulRQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jC-mVzIH5zQ/s1600-h/friends_by_m4rea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7i2lzulRQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jC-mVzIH5zQ/s320/friends_by_m4rea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168081333064647938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate ca intradevar ar trebui sa fiu fericita dar..nustiu de ce dar nu pot...o fi din cauza problemelor adunate in ultima vreme....pff nu stiu..am atatea intrebari de pus si de fiecare data cand ma gandesc nu gasesc nici un raspuns...ahh mi-e dor de "anii tineretii" vreau sa mai fiu copil!!!&lt;br /&gt;imi doresc sa fiu copilul acela care privea dintr-un colt cum prietenii sai jucau  coarda sau elastic..fetitza aceea slabutza, naiva cu o privire intotdeauna fericita cu o sclipire in ochi cand auzea ca era vorba sa se joace cu papusile...fetitza aceea care s-a jucat cu prietena ei cu papusile pana in clasa a 8 a, cea care isi strica lucrurile pentru a le face papusilor lucrusoare noi...&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de aceea vreme cand ieseam cu prietena mea la picnic, cand organizam spectacole, cand participam la spectacole organizate de alti copii mai mari...&lt;br /&gt;MI-e dor...chiar foarte dor &lt;br /&gt; de ce zic ca inca imi doresc sa fiu copil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca pur si simplu m-am saturat de atatea fete ipocritae ce-mi zambesc zi de zi!!!Am crescut si acum ce?&lt;br /&gt;inca nu mai putem fi copii?&lt;br /&gt;inca nu putem avea vise?&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca am crescut inima noastra vesnic va fi a unui copil...&lt;br /&gt;va fi a copilului ala care daca nu-i cumpara ce-si dorea incepea sa planga..&lt;br /&gt;de ce acum daca am crescut nu mai putem face asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu putem fi pentru totdeauna copii??&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu ne putem juca?&lt;br /&gt;  nu mai vreau sa cresc!!!&lt;br /&gt;          urasc problemele vietziii!!!&lt;br /&gt;fiecare zi are supararile ei..gata enougt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lume luati o vacantzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoarceti-va la casele voastre, e noapte si trebuie sa dormiti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa regretati voi cei care va credeti oameni..o sa va plangeti copilaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/mamelino/9a0b0af867088c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_9a0b0af867088c(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-8695121571588439291?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8695121571588439291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8695121571588439291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8695121571588439291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8695121571588439291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-implinit-7-luniiii-yuppyy-poate-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7i2lzulRQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jC-mVzIH5zQ/s72-c/friends_by_m4rea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-6849142591429526849</id><published>2008-02-14T16:36:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:22.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine`s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7RcHDulRPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/abLLS2zdEcs/s1600-h/FUFU8H367933-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7RcHDulRPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/abLLS2zdEcs/s320/FUFU8H367933-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166855948830328050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi 14 februarie sau Valentine`s Day nu este o sarbatoare ordotoxa, toata lumea se agita, toti baietii cauta un gest de romantism uitat in restul anului, toate fetele sunt emotionate peste masura, totul e in plina miscare, se pierde timp dar se consolideaza relatii, se traieste intens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare are cate o pereche iar cei ce nu au, vor avea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     exista undeva in univers, o creatura cu ochii albastri care-mi insenineaza ziua acordandu-mi cel mai dulce zambet in fiecare dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce frumos e sa te simti iubita!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand te simti iubit, te simti in al noulea cer, viata ta capata un alt aspect.Simti ca ai un tel in viata, pentru ca iubirea iti da putere si curaj sa poti depasi evenimentele triste care apar pe parcursul vietii, grijile de zi cu zi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-6849142591429526849?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6849142591429526849/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=6849142591429526849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6849142591429526849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/6849142591429526849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-valentines-day-toatalumea-se-agita.html' title='Valentine`s Day'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7RcHDulRPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/abLLS2zdEcs/s72-c/FUFU8H367933-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-3200088282120858346</id><published>2008-02-13T19:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:22.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum poti sa fi asa indiferent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7MtZTulRNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7tqUoAZ18hI/s1600-h/The_Rain_That_Falls__by_RedFraction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7MtZTulRNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7tqUoAZ18hI/s320/The_Rain_That_Falls__by_RedFraction.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166523110339724498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sa stai neclintit atunci cand ei iti vorbesc,&lt;br /&gt;cand ei rad sau plang...&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sa fi asa indiferent?&lt;br /&gt;De cumparat sentimente&lt;br /&gt;nu-ti pot cumpara...&lt;br /&gt;Dar hai sa facem schimb &lt;br /&gt;eu sa fiu indiferent si tu nu...&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem cum e mai bine&lt;br /&gt;sa fi indiferent sau nu&lt;br /&gt;sa vedem care si cum greseste&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu sti, dar indifereta ta doare&lt;br /&gt;Ii raneste pe cei ce te iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;De te-as rani,&lt;br /&gt;m-ai privi?&lt;br /&gt;Un sarut de ti-as da?&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu, nimic&lt;br /&gt;nu mai pot spera la ceva...&lt;br /&gt;tristete bucurie...&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu mai simti nimic&lt;br /&gt;Acum  esti pierdut intr-o lume a ta&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca te-am pierdut pentru totdeauna...&lt;br /&gt;Iti privesc pielea...&lt;br /&gt;ce intotfeauna m-a incantat&lt;br /&gt;E inca rozalie&lt;br /&gt;ciudat..&lt;br /&gt;Pigmentii pielii inca n-au pierit&lt;br /&gt;in ciuda trecerii timpului&lt;br /&gt;Acum stau, stau si te privesc&lt;br /&gt;iar gandurile-mi aluneca prin colturile incaperii&lt;br /&gt;raspandind firicele de lumina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-3200088282120858346?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3200088282120858346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=3200088282120858346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3200088282120858346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/3200088282120858346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/02/cum-poti-sa-fi-asa-indiferent.html' title='Cum poti sa fi asa indiferent?'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R7MtZTulRNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7tqUoAZ18hI/s72-c/The_Rain_That_Falls__by_RedFraction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2400426923058021790</id><published>2008-02-03T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:23.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R6WqNHcUKAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nceLntW-jG4/s1600-h/C_est_pour_toi_by_capitainecroc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R6WqNHcUKAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nceLntW-jG4/s320/C_est_pour_toi_by_capitainecroc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162719690162972674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Si ce daca lumea e rea si posaca si nu ne vrea&lt;br /&gt;Eu te vreau,&lt;br /&gt; tu ma vrei,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea noastra e OK &lt;br /&gt;si imi e draga♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2400426923058021790?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2400426923058021790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2400426923058021790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2400426923058021790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2400426923058021790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/02/si-ce-daca-lumea-e-rea-si-posaca-si-nu.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R6WqNHcUKAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nceLntW-jG4/s72-c/C_est_pour_toi_by_capitainecroc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-995986113573458539</id><published>2008-02-02T01:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:53:40.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>copilaria veche vs. copilaria de azi</title><content type='html'>am primit un mass cu acest videoclip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.220.ro/embed/51098"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;play_51098(450,390);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iata ce se spune despre noua generatie;)&lt;br /&gt;si cam asa e...&lt;br /&gt;[eu ma jucam: babaoarba, ratele si vanatorii, frunza si inca m-as juca;&lt;br /&gt; citeam ,citesc carti si inca m-as mai uitam la diafilme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;privind tote astea parca sunt povesti de demult care incep cu a fost odata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-995986113573458539?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/995986113573458539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=995986113573458539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/995986113573458539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/995986113573458539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/02/dffdf.html' title='copilaria veche vs. copilaria de azi'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-1609565055552894031</id><published>2008-01-19T04:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:16:44.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E foarte ciudat cum o simpla carte, un articol sau melodie pot sa te poarte in alta lume...iti schimba dispozitia...iti schimba viata!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-1609565055552894031?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1609565055552894031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1609565055552894031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1609565055552894031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1609565055552894031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-foarte-ciudat-cum-o-simpla-carte-un.html' title='book!'/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2786291674555288840</id><published>2008-01-17T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:54:49.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-video/Iwant2eatbutter/49ba5f404f2d61"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_49ba5f404f2d61(448, 386);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(imi plac culorile dar si melodia e ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai sa vorbim!&lt;br /&gt;hai sa zambim.!&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne intalnim!&lt;br /&gt;hai mai repde ca nu mai am rabdare!&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne privim de la distanta&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne apropiem cu pasi marunti. &lt;br /&gt;hai sa nu ne fie teama.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa facem cunostinta.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa continuam sa ne privim.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne imbratisam.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa nu ne mai dam drumul.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa stam asa o ora&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ignoram toti oamenii care stau si se uita la noi.&lt;br /&gt;[hai sa ii facem sa dispara!!!]&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ploua.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa fim singuri in ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa dansam in ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa fim desculti in ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa incepem sa ne ridicam spre nori&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne asezam pe cel mai alb in forma de capsuna.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne apropiem buzele.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa le atingem.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne sarutam.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ducem la limitele absurdului simturile noastre.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne privim iar.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa nu ne pese.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne tinem in brate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi&lt;br /&gt;hai sa coboram de pe norisor.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne trezim. &lt;br /&gt;        *.....*&lt;br /&gt;frumos vis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2786291674555288840?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2786291674555288840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2786291674555288840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2786291674555288840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2786291674555288840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/show49ba5f404f2d61448-386-imi-plac.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5277756539133273228</id><published>2008-01-16T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:23.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4362odu_sI/AAAAAAAAADI/PGPxulzJFFE/s1600-h/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156052964891098818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4362odu_sI/AAAAAAAAADI/PGPxulzJFFE/s320/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenia se masoara doar in amintiri, voie buna, liniste si iubire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prietenia inseamna iubirea suprema, cel mai valoros lucru, cea mai deschisa comunicare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;adevarul cel mai sever, cel mai sincer sfat si cea mai mare comuniune de ganduri de care sunt capabili femeile si barbatii.Nu exista iubire mai mare si mai puternica decat cea pe care o exprima prietenia... un lucru bun devine mai bun si mai frumos daca poti sa-l imparti cu prietenii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenii au ceva ce iti lipseste...de pilda optimismul. Ei te fac sa simti ca totul va fi bine in lume cat timp iti vor sta in preajma. Kilometri obositori trec repede si ii parcurgi mai vesel, mai usor...Si lumea-ntreaga pare mai senina cand ai un prieten drept insotitor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenii cei mai apropiati sunt cei care inteleg cel mai bine ce e cu viata noastra, carora le pasa de noi la fel ca si noua, care ne sunt alaturi la succese si la esecuri, sunt cei care rup farmecele asupra singuratatilor noastre. Ei trainici sunt cu adevarat una dintre bogatiile vietii. Avutia ta este acolo unde sunt prietenii tai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temelia adevaratei prietenii este incredere !!! Edificiul ei-respectul.....Prieteni, tovarasi de drum,iubiti, ne sunt cei care ne acorda increderea lor deplina.. Un prieten este alaturi de tine atunci cand nu mai e nimeni altcineva...Tot ce pot face pentrul prietenul meu este sa-i fiu pur si simplu prieten..Daca el stie ca prietenia lui ma face fericit, nu va dori o alta recompensa. In asta consta maretia prieteniei. .....Tin la tine pt ca stii sa ignori slabiciunile si ratacirile mele si ma sustii cu fermitate sa dau ce-i mai bun din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Un prieten te accepta asa cum eshti...dar spera la ceea ce ai putea sa fii....... Pt a-ti face un prieten trebuie sa mai inchizi cate un ochi. Pt a-l pastra insa pe amandoi. Un prieten este cineva care te stie pe dinafara si inca-i mai place ce vede. Fericirea pare a fi fost data pt a fi impartasita.... Cand prietenii sunt cei adevarati, ei reprezinta cel mai sigur lucru din lume. Prietenii sunt tot ce conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[nu as putea trai fara dragostea lor].......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-5277756539133273228?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5277756539133273228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5277756539133273228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5277756539133273228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5277756539133273228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/prietenia-se-masoara-doar-in-amintiri.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4362odu_sI/AAAAAAAAADI/PGPxulzJFFE/s72-c/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-5403939125983043996</id><published>2008-01-15T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:24.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4zZo4du_rI/AAAAAAAAADA/ATfti2UO89o/s1600-h/Miyako1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734969807470258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4zZo4du_rI/AAAAAAAAADA/ATfti2UO89o/s320/Miyako1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4zZeYdu_qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmRrk8evdZk/s1600-h/Miyako2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734789418843810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4zZeYdu_qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmRrk8evdZk/s320/Miyako2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am gasit aceasta povestioara pe un blog (nush care) si mi-a placut:X:X:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sper sa va placa si voua....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am auzit zgomote la usa si am deschis nerabdatoare. Mama a pasit tiptil cu ea in brate si a plutit spre dormitor cu pasi moi. Totul in jur a inceput sa straluceasca. Camera mea s-a umplut de mirosul somnului ei amestecat cu cel al uimirii mele. Uimire! Asta e cuvantul...asta e sentimentul care s-a amestecat cu frica in inima mea atunci cand mama mi-a soptit: "Ramai tu cu ea! Eu trebuie sa cobor!".Ea a ramas dormind pe perna mea care ii folosea drept pat...eu am ramas langa ea in genunchi pe covor. Mi-era frica sa respir. Mi-era frica sa nu cumva sa se trezeasca. Mi-era frica pentru ca nu stiam ce sa ma fac cu ea...mi-era frica pentru ca degaja caldura, mirosea a laptele varsat pe bluzita minuscula, zambea in somn si respira ca si cum ar fi oftat din cand in cand.Era obosita... cel mai frumos lucru pe care il vazusem vreodata, cel mai frumos si cel mai fragil. Abia ma obisnuisem cu prezenta ei cand a deschis ochii pe neasteptate si s-a incruntat la mine. Intaia oara cand stateam una langa alta... eu cu inima refuzand sa mai bata - ea cu ochii pe jumatate adormiti. S-a intins usor spre mine si a adormit din nou. Mi-am asezat capul pe perna care ii folosea drept pat ... cu convingerea ca nu exista nimic ce nu as face pentru ea. In zilele ce au urmat am invatat ca sunt momente si sentimente pe care niciun cuvant, din nicio limba, nu le poate descrie....&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/1273248962837930012-5403939125983043996?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5403939125983043996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=5403939125983043996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5403939125983043996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/5403939125983043996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-gasit-aeasta-povestioara-pe-un-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4zZo4du_rI/AAAAAAAAADA/ATfti2UO89o/s72-c/Miyako1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-8733042697187303659</id><published>2008-01-12T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:24.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4j-fodu_pI/AAAAAAAAACw/7NEM7tE1j-c/s1600-h/the_kiss__by_myheartwentBANG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154649592917065362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4j-fodu_pI/AAAAAAAAACw/7NEM7tE1j-c/s320/the_kiss__by_myheartwentBANG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XoooOoooX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te gandeai ca ai sa mori fara mine? BUZZ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XoXo: Cand nu dormeam impreuna, te trezeai noaptea cautandu-ma? Cand eu adormeam inaintea ta, stateai sa ma privesti cum dorm, ore in sir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El: ma gandeam ca fara tine am sa mor si daca voi muri as vrea sa mor cu tine in gand alaturi de amintirile clipelor frumoase petrecute cu tine sperand ca ne vom mai intalni o data in viata de apoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intr-o lume in care multe intinate, iata ceva sensibil si fermecator! daca am privi viatza cu ochi de copil totul ar fi mai frumos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-8733042697187303659?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8733042697187303659/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=8733042697187303659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8733042697187303659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/8733042697187303659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/xooooooox-te-gandeai-ca-ai-sa-mori-fara.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4j-fodu_pI/AAAAAAAAACw/7NEM7tE1j-c/s72-c/the_kiss__by_myheartwentBANG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2892541891773438390</id><published>2008-01-09T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:24.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4Taxodu_mI/AAAAAAAAACY/Cpk3VT8sU3U/s1600-h/9ae4d60e4362500b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4TaPYdu_lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tpIjjRrB_nM/s1600-h/Obraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153483831418748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4TaPYdu_lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tpIjjRrB_nM/s320/Obraz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARUIESTE-MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa asta pentru mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tipatul lumii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discursul sforaitor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strada asurzitoare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pune-le sa emita pe frecventa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soaptei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprima pentru mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversatia stelelor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa inteleg ce-si soptesc;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele nu tipa nicicand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt mari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara tipat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daruieste-mi&lt;br /&gt;un cuvant uitat si tandru,&lt;br /&gt;atat de tandru si atat de uitat&lt;br /&gt;cum e glasul ultimei frunze ce mai inatrzie&lt;br /&gt;pe ram, in decembrie ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[iubirea este o stofa a naturii , brodata de imaginatie..]&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/1273248962837930012-2892541891773438390?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2892541891773438390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2892541891773438390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2892541891773438390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2892541891773438390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/daruieste-mi-fa-asta-pentru-mine-stinge.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/TFawQfnO3JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qr4yY6q2Az8/S220/mirror___mirror_on_the_wall__by_eize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4TaPYdu_lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tpIjjRrB_nM/s72-c/Obraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273248962837930012.post-2099750155999036777</id><published>2008-01-05T13:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:24.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R39nUodu_kI/AAAAAAAAACI/lLWhWdY7XR4/s1600-h/asianacute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151950102892314178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R39nUodu_kI/AAAAAAAAACI/lLWhWdY7XR4/s320/asianacute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vrea într-o zi mohorâtã sã-mi zâmbesti si sã te gândesti cã în acea clipã ochii mei îti picteazã chipul cu acuarela irisilor. As vrea sã rãsufli o soaptã care sã-mi azvârle pictura din ochi în subteranele sufletului. Apoi, sã te pãstrez acolo pentru ziua în care va fi senin afarã iar chipul tãu se va ofili de zâmbete, de viatã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-2099750155999036777?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2099750155999036777/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2099750155999036777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2099750155999036777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2099750155999036777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R30JcIdu_iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/no0Ui6EcV7E/s1600-h/_butIhaveNOarms___by_threeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151283927694900770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R30JcIdu_iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/no0Ui6EcV7E/s320/_butIhaveNOarms___by_threeen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De c e nu pot sa tac?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce cand rad e rau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce sa mint zambind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce sa-nvat sa lupt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce e ala rau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce sa port costum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce e drumul greu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce sa tac acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspunst ca suntem COPIIII &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273248962837930012-1214304745168825455?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1214304745168825455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=1214304745168825455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1214304745168825455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/1214304745168825455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-c-e-nu-pot-sa-tac-de-ce-cand-rad-e.html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R2zHYYdu_gI/AAAAAAAAABY/hK7NoNIMBZY/s320/2007-12-20-63303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;zilele ploioase zilele de iarna cand stai langa soba bunici cu o cana mare de vin fiert cu scortisoara si cu o carte in mana zilele cand erai copil, Zilele cand erai fericit zile..zilele..unde au disparut???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ce repede trec anii parca ieri eram copii iar acum suntem mari ..ce dor imi e de vremurile acelea ...ma oftic ca s-au dus asa de repede ..si mi-e dor .mi-e dor sa ma joc cu papusile ..desi unora probabil k li se pare o absurditate..dar mie nu! m-as juca cu papusile si acasa am o gramada de maimutoi ii ador eu inca sunt un copil nu vreau sa cresc!!! ..vreau sa fiu un [bebe"] de ce sa cresc sa ma maturizez? cand viata asta e..asa cum e ea..n-ai ce face dar poti in schimb sa profiti la maxim de timpul ramas sa fi iar copil pentru ca daca nu acum atunci cand?cand ai sa vrei, o sa fie prea tarziu..rareori ai sa mai poti dar..foarte rar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4Tca4du_oI/AAAAAAAAACo/lZ_GYCanTWc/s1600-h/1382_2poza10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153486228010499714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3PIUivyE6UE/R4Tca4du_oI/AAAAAAAAACo/lZ_GYCanTWc/s320/1382_2poza10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1273248962837930012-4123253139007869269?l=butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4123253139007869269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273248962837930012&amp;postID=2109483489956940593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2109483489956940593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273248962837930012/posts/default/2109483489956940593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfluxoxo.blogspot.com/2007/12/noi-suntem-la-fel-ca-parinti-nostri-si.html' title=''/><author><name>xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782907596199020801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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