<?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-2915508240026760655</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:28.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-6306269055878085772</id><published>2011-07-18T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:14:26.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daca ma intrebi, crezi &lt;br /&gt;in Dumnezeu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu va spun, 'Inca nu'&lt;br /&gt;Am numarat miracolul perfect&lt;br /&gt;Din cap pana in picioare&lt;br /&gt;Pe un nou nascut&lt;br /&gt;Si beat de dragoste&lt;br /&gt;în ochii tai nergii&lt;br /&gt;Pentru proprii-mi ochi &lt;br /&gt;plansi&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi l-am vazut pe &lt;br /&gt;acest bebelus sugand de la&lt;br /&gt; sânii mamei sale, &lt;br /&gt;Si a vazut mai mult o mie de &lt;br /&gt;umbre în fum&lt;br /&gt;În timp ce au cântat coruri&lt;br /&gt;Si florile au crescut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca  ma întrebi, &lt;br /&gt;mai crezi în Dumnezeu?&lt;br /&gt;Iarta-ma daca intreb,&lt;br /&gt;“Oare Dumnezeu crede in mine?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-6306269055878085772?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/6306269055878085772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2011/07/daca-ma-intrebi-crezi-in-dumnezeu-eu-va.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6306269055878085772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6306269055878085772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2011/07/daca-ma-intrebi-crezi-in-dumnezeu-eu-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-590357509294866680</id><published>2011-06-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:23:50.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea</title><content type='html'>"Chiar dacă aş vorbi în limbi omeneşti şi îngereşti, şi n-aş avea dragoste, sunt o aramă sunătoare sau un chimval zăngănitor. &lt;br /&gt;    Şi chiar dacă aş avea darul prorociei şi aş cunoaşte toate tainele şi toată ştiinţa; chiar dacă aş avea toată credinţa, aşa încât să mut şi munţii, şi n-aş avea dragoste, nu sunt nimic.&lt;br /&gt;    Şi chiar dacă mi-aş împărţi toată averea pentru hrana săracilor, chiar dacă mi-aş da trupul să fie ars, şi n-aş avea dragoste, nu-mi foloseşte la nimic.&lt;br /&gt;    Dragostea este îndelung răbdătoare, este plină de bunătate; dragostea nu pizmuieşte; dragostea nu se laudă, nu se umflă de mândrie,nu se poartă necuviincios, nu caută folosul său, nu se mânie, nu se gândeşte la rău,nu se bucură de nelegiuire, ci se bucură de adevăr,acoperă totul, crede totul, nădăjduieşte totul, suferă totul.&lt;br /&gt;    Dragostea nu va pieri niciodată. Prorociile se vor sfârşi; limbile vor înceta; cunoştinţa va avea sfârşit.&lt;br /&gt;    Când eram copil, vorbeam ca un copil, simţeam ca un copil, gândeam ca un copil; când m-am făcut om mare, am lepădat ce era copilăresc.&lt;br /&gt;    Acum, vedem ca într-o oglindă, în chip întunecos; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-590357509294866680?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/590357509294866680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2011/06/dragostea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/590357509294866680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/590357509294866680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2011/06/dragostea.html' title='Dragostea'/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7019699562114908495</id><published>2010-07-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:36:22.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uratul meu frumos</title><content type='html'>Maine, maine in rasarit soarele imi va surade&lt;br /&gt;Caci maine nu voi mai plange &lt;br /&gt;Dupa dor si oameni,&lt;br /&gt;Dupa vorbe si fapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine nu voi mai visa la luna si stele,&lt;br /&gt;Maine le voi simti in trupul cald cu oase grele.&lt;br /&gt;Maine imi voi dezmierda pielea cu mainile sale reci&lt;br /&gt;Imi voi pierde parul in degete &lt;br /&gt;Vorbele vor tace, buzele vor gusta carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine, maine spre apus voi plange dupa tristeti si regrete&lt;br /&gt;Caci ele imi pun inima in negura&lt;br /&gt;Imi fac viata cu adevar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele imi fac mintea sa geama dupa dorinte si putere.&lt;br /&gt;Ele…&lt;br /&gt;Imi sunt desavarsirea&lt;br /&gt;Sa inteleg ce vreau ce pot ce fac ce sunt. &lt;br /&gt;Uratul&lt;br /&gt;Micul stricat ce-l alunga toti&lt;br /&gt;Uratul&lt;br /&gt;Pacatul ce il blesteama toti&lt;br /&gt;Uratul&lt;br /&gt;Cel ce distruge tot&lt;br /&gt;imi este tortura pentru frumos&lt;br /&gt;pentru fapte si vorbe&lt;br /&gt;pentru oameni si dor&lt;br /&gt;caci nu voi mai plange &lt;br /&gt;cand maine soarele imi va surade .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7019699562114908495?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7019699562114908495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/07/uratul-meu-frumos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7019699562114908495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7019699562114908495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/07/uratul-meu-frumos.html' title='Uratul meu frumos'/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-54171199658913091</id><published>2010-05-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:16:04.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilă cu ochi şi buze negre</title><content type='html'>Să plângă sorţii de milă la căpătâiul patului meu&lt;br /&gt;Când eu am să plec&lt;br /&gt;Ce sunete! Ce voci! Ce strigăte are să fie!&lt;br /&gt;camera va fi plină de vuiete şi şoapte&lt;br /&gt;Ce om! Ce viata! Ce s-a pierdut acum!&lt;br /&gt;pentru fata cu păr alb şi buze negre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să rămână totul cum a fost pus,&lt;br /&gt;Când eu am să mor!&lt;br /&gt;nimic nu va fi schimbat&lt;br /&gt;La fel! Vor fi aceeasi mereu! &lt;br /&gt;căci părinţii mei doar ei se făceau cu mine&lt;br /&gt;iar drumurile mele jumătate parcurse&lt;br /&gt;Rămâne-ţi cu bine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vor începe singure a-şi face bănci&lt;br /&gt;pentru părinţii mei ce vor dori acum să mă posede. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, fata cu păr alb şi buze negre,&lt;br /&gt;am rămas aceaşi nălucă  pentru părinţii mei. &lt;br /&gt;Dar, eu, fata cu păr negru şi buze albe, &lt;br /&gt;am plecat spre băncile altor drumuri ale celor &lt;br /&gt;ce minţi nebune au avut şi au lăsat şi ei un pat de plâns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-54171199658913091?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/54171199658913091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/05/copila-cu-ochi-si-buze-negre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/54171199658913091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/54171199658913091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/05/copila-cu-ochi-si-buze-negre.html' title='Copilă cu ochi şi buze negre'/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7395937213383262917</id><published>2010-04-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:51:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vede-mi-ai-fi ochii&lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi luat vederea&lt;br /&gt;din orbite ti-ar fi curs rauri de apa tare, ar fi ramas apoi o gaura neagra in care gandaci si viermi si-ar fi gasit culcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simti-mi-ai-fi buzele&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ar fi spantecat pantecul &lt;br /&gt;Din care ar fi iesit copii chipurilor tale ce sunt spurcati de oracoli, malformati de prafuri, urati, spanzurati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedede-mi-ai-fi corpul cum se unduia in intuneric&lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi luat mainile si mintile &lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi ramas vorbele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simti-mi-ai-fi vorbele...&lt;br /&gt;Simti-mi-ai-fi dorintele si soaptele in noapte&lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi rupt urechile, ti-ar fi ars pielea&lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi rupt fiecare os, ti-ar fi ars limba&lt;br /&gt;ti-ar fi lasat doar pacatele pentru judecata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7395937213383262917?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7395937213383262917/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/04/vede-mi-ai-fi-ochii-ti-ar-fi-luat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7395937213383262917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7395937213383262917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/04/vede-mi-ai-fi-ochii-ti-ar-fi-luat.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-5867218130627637397</id><published>2010-04-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:06:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ce dulce este plânsul dragostei. Ce lacrimi cad când totul dispare, ce zâmbete triste când totul cade.&lt;br /&gt;    Ce amintiri şi ce vorbe sacre… Ah! ce dorinţă pentru absolut! Ce vis ne cream, ce lume ne făceam. Ce drumuri ne aşteptau, ce lucruri am fi avut, ce oameni am fi uitat, ce viaţă am fi părăsit.&lt;br /&gt;    Ce vise ar fi fost aievea de vorbele ar fi fost fapte.&lt;br /&gt;    Şi de n-ar fi fost să te găsesc în acel loc, în acea lume, în acea vreme, printre acele străzi, printre acei copaci, printre acei ochi ce m-au căutat…&lt;br /&gt;    Ce dulce este plânsul dragostei. Nu îl simţi.&lt;br /&gt;    Ce dulce este plânsul dragostei. Ce vieţi am fi avut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="243" align="center"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFtw8G5nSI4&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/oFtw8G5nSI4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="243" align="center"&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/2915508240026760655-5867218130627637397?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/5867218130627637397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/04/ce-dulce-este-plansul-dragostei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/5867218130627637397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/5867218130627637397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/04/ce-dulce-este-plansul-dragostei.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7740575624612782480</id><published>2010-02-09T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:12:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aseara am văzut moartea.&lt;br /&gt;Era întinsă-n pat şi avea ochi albi.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, şi ce mai zâmbea, ce mai râdea...&lt;br /&gt;Se juca cu viaţa mea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, şi ce zgomot făcea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am taiat urechile &lt;br /&gt;Şi i le-am dat ca suvenir,&lt;br /&gt;Să plece din patul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Căci a venit prea târziu.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi i-am dat şi ochii &lt;br /&gt;Şi am trimis-o pe dealuri,&lt;br /&gt;Să caute pe acolo corbii şi ciorile moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Căci carnea ce moartea le-a dat-o,&lt;br /&gt;era şi ea moartă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi moartea s-a Întors la mine,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi spunea că mă vrea.&lt;br /&gt;I-am dat şi mâinile,&lt;br /&gt;Se mângâia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au trecut 30 de ani,&lt;br /&gt;30 de veri,&lt;br /&gt;30 de ierni,&lt;br /&gt;30 de ani cu soare şi ploi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar apoi am intrat în casă.&lt;br /&gt;Mă aştepta.&lt;br /&gt;Ce frumos stătea...&lt;br /&gt;era într-un pat ca al meu, &lt;br /&gt;Dar nu la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Îşi făcuse o viaţă ca a mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram ultimul ce a rămas şi mă dorea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7740575624612782480?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7740575624612782480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-4960221846911959582</id><published>2010-02-05T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:04:06.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Embrace me light,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I have sinned a thousand times &lt;br /&gt;and a thousand times I’ve died,&lt;br /&gt;like those thousand times when people cryed for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me darkness,&lt;br /&gt;cos in this night I have cried for love not to be taken&lt;br /&gt;and in this night I have sweared that whoever would take my love,&lt;br /&gt;I will kill,&lt;br /&gt;I will sin,&lt;br /&gt;I will die and again I will do them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody can take my love, no…&lt;br /&gt;He by himself must go on his own choice and own path for being just one without one.&lt;br /&gt;And he by himself must forget me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I have sinned a thousand times &lt;br /&gt;and I won’t stop now,&lt;br /&gt;I will love and fight,&lt;br /&gt;I will raze and put up&lt;br /&gt;All that passed away but unlike they were once.&lt;br /&gt;I will reborn myself and when they all who didn’t know me,&lt;br /&gt;Who were against me,&lt;br /&gt;Who thought they would take mine away,&lt;br /&gt;They will think I am a mirage &lt;br /&gt;That only I am in fiction and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been like this for ever&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn’t alive for them&lt;br /&gt;Nor a name, nor a game&lt;br /&gt;Just an obstacle for their dreams to become true even though they by their own hands have destroyed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Will of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-4960221846911959582?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/4960221846911959582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/02/embrace-me-light-cos-i-have-sinned.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/4960221846911959582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/4960221846911959582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/02/embrace-me-light-cos-i-have-sinned.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-57855285897723682</id><published>2010-02-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:44:08.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneori,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii-ti sunt atat de albastrii, iubite,&lt;br /&gt;de nu vad decat cerul si marea cum se unesc una intr-alta,&lt;br /&gt;la fel cum noi eram in fiece seara, &lt;br /&gt;cand soarele cadea spre miaza-noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, iubite,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii-ti sunt verzi,&lt;br /&gt;precum iarba ce o calcam in zilele cu soare si vant,&lt;br /&gt;dupa jocurile care faceau noi drumuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar uneori, iubite,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii-ti sunt negrii, &lt;br /&gt;ca umbrele ce le purtai,&lt;br /&gt;peste pamanturile pline de cancer si somn,&lt;br /&gt;cand plecai din casa bunicilor &lt;br /&gt;si lasai ferestrele si usile deschise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, iubite, imi esti departe,&lt;br /&gt;ca luna si soarele si granita lor.&lt;br /&gt;Dar uneori, iubite, imi esti vantul verii,&lt;br /&gt;ce il simt doar in noptile cand aer nu-mi mai este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0chii tai&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-57855285897723682?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/57855285897723682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-6584356868027684570</id><published>2010-01-23T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:49:49.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ll have my hair cut short and my room painted blue.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have my skin changed to black and my eyes somehow will bloom.&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn people's head an nobody will have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have my coat washed of all dirt and my mind of all it’s not worth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-6584356868027684570?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arunca cearsaful pe mine .indreaptate spre fereastra. Priveste-I pe toti. Sunt ai tai! Toti ai tai !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sta adormita in noul tau pat de lemn.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Striga!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sa iti aud vocea din nou,sa te caut la fel cum te-am cautat in ziua aceea,si nu te-am gasit.Caci tu devenisesi una cu apa, cu pamantul, cu cerul si cu vantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-2165199612572838188?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/2165199612572838188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/01/deschide-ochii-ca-si-cum-ar-fi-pentru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/2165199612572838188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/2165199612572838188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2010/01/deschide-ochii-ca-si-cum-ar-fi-pentru.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-463385069421803625</id><published>2009-11-29T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:04:57.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este straniu sentimentul pe care il ai atunci cand plangi dupa mult timp de raseste si zambete.&lt;br /&gt;Parca pielea ar lua foc. &lt;br /&gt;Parca ochii s-ar impinge in orbite si ar dori sa arda si ei o data cu pielea.&lt;br /&gt;Dulcele dor de furie si ura se rescoala in corp si prinde radacini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este totul trist si adormit&lt;br /&gt;Ne intindem pe paturile din cuie si adormim. Somnul este atat de placut pe cat de dureros.&lt;br /&gt;Tasnesc fasii de sange .Pamantul uscat devine un burute rosu.&lt;br /&gt;Se imbiba totul cu un miros pregnant de moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Parca ar fi un spital.&lt;br /&gt;Un spital unde peretii nu sunt albi ci galbeni de bolile ce au fost in el.&lt;br /&gt;Un spital unde paturile sunt ele tot din cuie, unde siringile sunt cutite cu mici tuburi la capat , ce fac incizii de 2 cm in brat iar prin tubul respectiv se scurge otrava ptr sobolani in bratele ale caror vene sunt taiate de cutit.&lt;br /&gt;Un spital unde geamurile nu au ferestre, se afla pe jos, sticla sparta ce formeaza un drum taios catre usa cu un mic panou verde deasupra , “ EXIT” . “EXIT” to what? To heaven or hell? &lt;br /&gt;Un spital cu hol in capatul caruia se afla o usa mica mica cu un mic insemn langa , “Only Qualified Memebers Allowed” Qualified for what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitalul asta este trecerea dintre iad si rai.&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut sa ajungem aici…&lt;br /&gt;Sau ce nu am facut…&lt;br /&gt;Plans tacut al singuratatii, te-am pierdut la inceputul placerilor si te-am regasit la capataiul costurilor ptr dorintele exuberante ce le-am vrut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plata multa ptr placerea nemasurata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-463385069421803625?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/463385069421803625/comments/default' 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/&gt;Oamenilor din razboaiele&lt;br /&gt;Ce doreau sa nu mai cada&lt;br /&gt;Printre corpuri reci si albe&lt;br /&gt;Din care se scurgeau&lt;br /&gt;Umbre rosii si calde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mai sunt Dumnezeul vostru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-3982294630696734497?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/3982294630696734497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/nu-sunt-ceea-ce-par-fi-si-nici-ceea-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sa fim din nou&lt;br /&gt;sa stii ca nu as mai cere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caci tot ce trebuie a fost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ar fi sa pot simti&lt;br /&gt;vantul din nou&lt;br /&gt;caldura soarelui&lt;br /&gt;si racoarea serilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ar fi sa pot privi din nou&lt;br /&gt;lumea ce am avut-o candva&lt;br /&gt;nu as mai avea vedere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de as  cere toate acestea&lt;br /&gt;de as cere sa mai fiu&lt;br /&gt;sa mai fiu din nou mic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu ar mai avea miros&lt;br /&gt;caci ar fi totul putred&lt;br /&gt;mort si inchegat in sange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce n-as da sa pot sa iti vad&lt;br /&gt;din nou, ochii innegriti de lumile ce ne-au mintit&lt;br /&gt;ca ne pot ascunde de dureri si de simtiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce n-as da sa pot trai si sa aud nimic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7424412263090527379</id><published>2009-11-24T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:58:35.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tq4A-c2VyGU&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;hear it&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He tries to embrace her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to race her&lt;br /&gt;He needs a laser&lt;br /&gt;To get it through her skull&lt;br /&gt;(Means and lies and hatreds)?&lt;br /&gt;Tears that fall in sequence&lt;br /&gt;Cold caress&lt;br /&gt;Imprints&lt;br /&gt;Conversation growing dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Says he's a poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loudly protoazoan&lt;br /&gt;And he kisses ass for free&lt;br /&gt;I took a vow of silence&lt;br /&gt;When he tries to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I just turn on the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He tries to impress her&lt;br /&gt;Mentally undress her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes more to possess her&lt;br /&gt;But in his pocket lies a hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He's got a thousand talents&lt;br /&gt;Charisma by the bagful&lt;br /&gt;Aristocratic parents&lt;br /&gt;A rebel with a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;Says he's a poet&lt;br /&gt;This time he's gonna blow it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he's dancing with his ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a vow of silence&lt;br /&gt;When he reads his words to me&lt;br /&gt;I swallow words like a&lt;br /&gt;Placebo&lt;br /&gt;He's strutting with your flesh mechanic&lt;br /&gt;Gets him in a panic&lt;br /&gt;He's wasting time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody is a star&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Careful not to give your favours&lt;br /&gt;To your lonesome fucked-up neighbours&lt;br /&gt;I had one who sent me her heart&lt;br /&gt;In a tupperware container&lt;br /&gt;All the movies in my head&lt;br /&gt;They flicker with my bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;A careless slipping of the tongue&lt;br /&gt;On just another private part&lt;br /&gt;Blatant search for&lt;br /&gt;Stoned affection&lt;br /&gt;Fights the lust that&lt;br /&gt;Breeds infection&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the&lt;br /&gt;Intersection&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your&lt;br /&gt;Fuel injection&lt;br /&gt;He's strutting with your flesh mechanic&lt;br /&gt;Gets him in a panic&lt;br /&gt;He's wasting time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody is a star&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes&lt;br /&gt;You think this love is bona fide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're being taken for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your lip around your head&lt;br /&gt;And slowly blow yourself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7424412263090527379?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7424412263090527379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww_24.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7424412263090527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7424412263090527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-2299356445613635692</id><published>2009-11-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:22:07.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De-ar fi sa-ti dau lumea intreaga &lt;br /&gt;nu mai are rost&lt;br /&gt;Caci fara tine, copila draga, &lt;br /&gt;nu mai am folos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa ard zile si nopti&lt;br /&gt;as plange doar de dor,&lt;br /&gt;caci tu iubito nu ai sti &lt;br /&gt;ca eu am sa mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa am o mie de vieti&lt;br /&gt;sa fiu nemuritor,&lt;br /&gt;Te-as lua cu mine,ti-as da si tie&lt;br /&gt;atat cat am si eu,&lt;br /&gt;sa-mi fi mereu aproape,&lt;br /&gt;sa nu-mi mai fi un dor,&lt;br /&gt;sa-mi fi zile si nopti in care am sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-2299356445613635692?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/2299356445613635692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ar-fi-sa-ti-dau-lumea-intreaga-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/2299356445613635692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/2299356445613635692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ar-fi-sa-ti-dau-lumea-intreaga-nu.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-3349488098273120399</id><published>2009-11-08T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:22:25.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era bolta de vie ce aducea umbră peste aleea de lângă casa bunicii.&lt;br /&gt;Era grădina cu păsări,cu cocoşul care se ‘bătea’ cu pisica.Era Mişu care lătra la ceilalţi câini din spatele gardului.Era mărul din grădina cu păsări.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era bunica si unchiul care se ciondăneau că nu mai ştiu ce nu a făcut unchiul,iar apoi râdeau când mă vedeau cum stăteam si tuşeam căci răcisem din nou in toiul verii ,sau cum mă scărpinam pe braţe căci ma ‘ciupise’ un puricel de la Mişu,sau un ţânţărel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erau scările din faţa terasei.Erau zilele petrecute cu Nicoleta jucându-ne cu păpuşile.Nici nu imi mai dau seama de ce ne plăcea atât de mult să ne jucăm.&lt;br /&gt;Erau serile cu Mişu când mă trăgea de rochita sau îmi lua un papuc şi apoi il ducea la poartă de parcă ar fi fost un premiu făcut special pentru el(ptr lenea din el)şi se ducea cu el la poartă iar apoi începea să’l roadă de parcă ar fi fost un os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erau serile petrecute la poartă cu bunica si alte ţaţe (şi râdeam în sinea mea căci bârfeau cu neruşinare) în aşteptarea tatei ca să vină în vizită .Încă mai sper că este in autobuz şi vine să mă ia de la ţară…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erau serile când mă plimbam de nebună pe uliţele satului si nu îmi păsa de nimeni si de nimic caci era un copil ce nu vedea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erau multe... erau&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-3349488098273120399?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/3349488098273120399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/era-bolta-de-vie-ce-aducea-umbra-peste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/3349488098273120399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/3349488098273120399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/era-bolta-de-vie-ce-aducea-umbra-peste.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7926953191948051878</id><published>2009-11-08T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:14:49.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>her&lt;br /&gt;touch is cold as winter &lt;br /&gt;and her lips like fire from hell&lt;br /&gt;her eyes are black although they are brown&lt;br /&gt;her looks are cute &lt;br /&gt;but turns them all on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mouth speaks untold words&lt;br /&gt;her voice is like an angel's&lt;br /&gt;but striking deep in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her soul is full of hate&lt;br /&gt;but still in there si love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she would kill all&lt;br /&gt;but also save them &lt;br /&gt;she's just perfect for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7926953191948051878?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7926953191948051878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-touch-is-cold-as-winter-and-her.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7926953191948051878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7926953191948051878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-touch-is-cold-as-winter-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-6404450023495952830</id><published>2009-11-08T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:15:06.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He said he had a dream were all that he loved could see. &lt;br /&gt;He said he had a dream about what could all be just if he only would  sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had a dream where a girl walked around him.&lt;br /&gt;He never understood why he loved her.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to what he said.&lt;br /&gt;He was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the world and the world didn’t want him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-6404450023495952830?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/6404450023495952830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-said-he-had-dream-were-all-that-he.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6404450023495952830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6404450023495952830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-said-he-had-dream-were-all-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-882532089473029101</id><published>2009-11-07T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:15:23.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>full of dust and heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a day like every day&lt;br /&gt;i'm too cold to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;freezed to death but still ok.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel the sunny days&lt;br /&gt;with the wind blowing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a day like every day.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-882532089473029101?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/882532089473029101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/full-of-dust-and-heavy-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/882532089473029101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/882532089473029101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/full-of-dust-and-heavy-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-8171957906420721133</id><published>2009-11-04T01:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:17:00.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I-am sarutat fruntea&lt;br /&gt;iar ea a zambit&lt;br /&gt;I-am sarutat buzele iar ea a adormit&lt;br /&gt;Cu bratele-i calde m-a curpins&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut cum radea&lt;br /&gt;m-am indragostit&lt;br /&gt;Parca sunt altcineva&lt;br /&gt;mai trist dar fericit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-6402367584165599144</id><published>2009-11-01T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:06:34.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scraps</title><content type='html'>__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele acelea de vara lungi, lungi ca ulitele satului ce dadeau spre campul de grau si porumb ici ocolo smocuri de maci si flori albastre mici, mici, ca ochii fetei cu obrajii rosii. Erau lungi zilele ca parul negru prins intr-o coada ce se impletea aprca pana la nesfarsit, si apoi se ravarsa in noapte. Noaptea care era parca prea scurta ptr somnul multora. Noaptea in care se sopteau dar nu se auzeau niciodata dorintele. In care se plimbau umbre prn spatele ferestrelor si se contopeau mereu in unul doar. Noaptea era fara zgomot, fara strigate sau urlete. Era o muzica placuta, calma, linistitoare, ii chema pe toti la un dans ce il puteau face doar ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-6402367584165599144?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/6402367584165599144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/scraps.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6402367584165599144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6402367584165599144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/11/scraps.html' title='scraps'/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-8528088142134430687</id><published>2009-10-31T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:18:31.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noaptea aceea era una farǎ cer, fǎre stele. &lt;br /&gt;Vedeam cum plǎmanii se micşoreau şi mǎreau in procesul respirației.&lt;br /&gt;Vedeam zâmbetul pe care l-a avut in timp ce discutam cu câteva ore in urmă.&lt;br /&gt;I-am atins părul.&lt;br /&gt;Era caldă.&lt;br /&gt;Era un copil mic care tocmai descoperise zăpada iar acum dormea după ce ș-'a desfǎtat pofta de viaţa. Avea un zâmbet tǎcut.&lt;br /&gt;S'a întins. Şi o datǎ ce s-a întins mâna ei s-a aşezat lânga capul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am lǎsat capul sǎ îi atingǎ palma. I-am simţit cǎldura.&lt;br /&gt;A strâns puţin din ochi ca după un coşmar. Apoi i-a deschis.&lt;br /&gt;M0au vǎzut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am privit-o toata noaptea. Eram 5 suflete, toţi respirand si suspinând ,dar o auzeam doar pe ea. O vedeam doar pe ea. Vedeam fata care era mult mai mult decât părea .&lt;br /&gt;O doream. Doream să îi cuprind trupul întra-l meu.&lt;br /&gt;Doream să îi simt pǎrul scurt pe gâtul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Doream sǎ îi ţin mâna întra mea și sǎ nu îi mai dau drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Doream sa ii simt degetele atinngandu-mi din nou buzele, sa ii simt corpul zvargolindu-se in mine, sa ii aud tremurul vocii cum se pierdea in intuneric, sa ii vad bratele serpuindu-se pe podea, sa  o prind  usor de coapse, sa ii ating necunoscutul, sa o descopar si apoi sa o tin doar ptr mine.Oh, copila a dorintelor, de ce nu vrei sa fi a mea. Sa iti simt suroadea si placerile, sa iti lasi capul sa coboare pe piept .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-8528088142134430687?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/8528088142134430687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/noaptea-aceea-era-una-fara-cer-fare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/8528088142134430687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/8528088142134430687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/noaptea-aceea-era-una-fara-cer-fare.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-4498957858010880443</id><published>2009-10-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:18:47.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in continuare vreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sǎ zbor ,&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ plec,&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ ajung departe de tot ceea ce însemna acel ceva ce nu era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sǎ zicǎ ceva .&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ mǎ vadǎ.&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ mǎ ia şi sǎ mǎ ducǎ unde doar noi doi  știam cândva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut și vreau. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sǎ nu am glas și sǎ fiu nevǎzutǎ─&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sǎ ţip și sǎ nu cad din nou in nǎlucǎ, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sǎ mǎ inţeleagǎ ─&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut  sǎ plec!&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ zbor!&lt;br /&gt;Sǎ pier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar am tǎcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-4498957858010880443?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/4498957858010880443/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-continuare-vreau-am-vrut-sa-zbor-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/4498957858010880443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/4498957858010880443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-continuare-vreau-am-vrut-sa-zbor-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-8350909122414612710</id><published>2009-10-29T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:20:08.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stephane: Hi, and welcome back to another episode of "Télévision Educative". Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared. People think it's a very simple and easy process but it's a bit more complicated than that. As you can see, a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key. First, we put in some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. And then, we add a little bit of reminiscences of the day... mixed with some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; from the past.&lt;br /&gt;[adds two bunchs of pasta]&lt;br /&gt;Stephane: That's for two people.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; relationships&lt;/span&gt;... and all those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ships"&lt;/span&gt;, together with songs you heard during the day, things you saw, and also, uh... personal... Okay, I think it's one.&lt;br /&gt;[Red smoke comes out of the pot]&lt;br /&gt;Stephane: There it goes. Yes! Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-8350909122414612710?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/8350909122414612710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/stephane-hi-and-welcome-back-to-another.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/8350909122414612710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/8350909122414612710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/stephane-hi-and-welcome-back-to-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-1468809714473392200</id><published>2009-10-28T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:20:44.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iarna soarele adoarme si noaptea se tezeste&lt;br /&gt;si Vantul umbla pe strazile inghetate&lt;br /&gt;iar Noaptea sopteste inceputul unui nou anotimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frumos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;linistit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vantul alearga si iti inteapa chipul&lt;br /&gt;Inima se strage in pieptul amortzit&lt;br /&gt;Gandul se zvarcoleste in mintea umbrita&lt;br /&gt;Grabind pasul&lt;br /&gt;Mergand fara sa sti ca mergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand prin lume ca un betiv&lt;br /&gt;Nepasandu'ti de aerul ce'l imprastii&lt;br /&gt;mergi&lt;br /&gt;privesti&lt;br /&gt;defapt ochi-ti sunt doar drogati de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frumos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptr ca aseara nu ai dormit&lt;br /&gt;la ea…  te-ai gandit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiri fumul lasat de Dacia a trecut pe langa tine&lt;br /&gt;Mainile iti sunt in buzunar si se joaca cu un fir de ata de la geaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vantul umbla hai'hui printre blocuri,betivul ce sa-i faci..&lt;br /&gt;Iti bagi nasul in fularul care pare a fi hand-made,dar tot masina l-a conceput&lt;br /&gt;si iti continui drumul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lasi cufundat in imaginea chipului ei&lt;br /&gt;In ochii ei ce zici tu ca sunt minunati&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca simti cum parul ei iti mangaie obrazul&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand ii saruti obrajii,&lt;br /&gt;Cand iti arunci bratele in jurul coastelor ei,&lt;br /&gt;si o strangi tare, tare la piept&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa-i simti inima cum bate ca a iepurelui de repede&lt;br /&gt;caci ea este &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;obosita, distrusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar apoi in intuneric ii cauti buzele cu gura, cand te afli pe o scara cu ea sau chiar in dormitorul tau sau al ei&lt;br /&gt;Ochii ii vezi, dar vag,&lt;br /&gt;Vezi o pata,pardon, doua pete albe pe care poate reusesti sa le definesti,poate nu&lt;br /&gt;si in mijlocul lor ceva ciocolatiu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ajuns in fata scarii blocului unde locuiesti&lt;br /&gt;Si in curand vei urca scarile ce vor duce la apartamentul tau, sau al parintilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti vei da geaca jos, si fularul, si sapca sau caciula daca aveai&lt;br /&gt;Te vei duce in bucatarie &lt;br /&gt;Vei uita de ea, de sarutul ei&lt;br /&gt;De ochii,de privirea ei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu habar n-aveai ca stia cand o priveai&lt;br /&gt;Ramaneai fermecat de , de tot ce nu stiai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       poate doar stateai asa ptr a se crede ca esti indragostit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, o vei uita&lt;br /&gt;Te vei duce in camera ta&lt;br /&gt;Poate deschizi calculatorul&lt;br /&gt;Vei verifica mail’ul &lt;br /&gt;si ..hopa....prietena e online&lt;br /&gt; “ iubitule, buzz! xoxo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-1468809714473392200?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/1468809714473392200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/iarna-soarele-adoarme-si-noaptea-se.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/1468809714473392200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/1468809714473392200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/iarna-soarele-adoarme-si-noaptea-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7217856998930965048</id><published>2009-10-28T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:21:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I looked again in the mirror .&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know who I was.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Closed the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Opened them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7217856998930965048?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7217856998930965048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-looked-again-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7217856998930965048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7217856998930965048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-looked-again-in-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-7513440333790427677</id><published>2009-10-27T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:24:13.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De as fi trait o mie de ani  in lume asta nu as fi facut nimic. Caci anii mei nu sunt ca ai vostri. Anii mei sunt faptele mele, anii mei sunt vorbele spuse care au schimbat lumea, anii mei sunt vantul ce  L-am trimis peste voi toti si a umblat sa vada ptr Mine ce se intampla. Si nu a vazut nimic. Caci anii vostri sunt doar minute, doar ore, doar zile, doar saptamani, doar luni doar…&lt;br /&gt; nimic. Ptr ce v-am dat acesti ani? Ptr lupta? Ptr razboaie? Ptr ura si dispret? Ptr aroganta si inhibitii? Ptr ingamafare si doritna de numirire? Nu...v-am dat acesti ani cu gandul de a fi nu perfecti, dar buni. Cu gandul de a face lucrurile pe care eu nu le voi putea face mereu. Dar in lumea care v-am lasat-o  pe care ati creat extremitati.&lt;br /&gt;Si de aceea o sa va iau viata. O sa va  sfasii putin cate putin. O sa va fac sa suferiti ptr faptele voastre, fie ca sunteti sau nu vrednici. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea in care va aflati voi  nu este a voastra, caci lumea mea sunteti voi toti. Si am sa va iert mereu, caci voi sunteti ai Mei si trebuie sa va iert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-7513440333790427677?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/7513440333790427677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-as-fi-trait-o-mie-de-ani-in-lume.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7513440333790427677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/7513440333790427677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-as-fi-trait-o-mie-de-ani-in-lume.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-3780452860667359348</id><published>2009-10-23T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:25:08.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lăsaţi'mi doar braţele si gura, ochii si nasul.&lt;br /&gt; Lăsa'ţi mintea si inima,restul─ sunt alea voastre.&lt;br /&gt; Lăsaţi'mi  plămânii pentru inima ca să pulseze.&lt;br /&gt; Braţele vor fi legate cu un cablu negru, lung, de la care se va porni apoi un alt  &lt;br /&gt;    cablu pentru voce, pentru văz,  pentru auz,  pentru miros. &lt;br /&gt;     Iar undeva toate cablurile se vor înfăşura in jurul simţirii.&lt;br /&gt;     Nu am nevoie de păr sau piele sau altceva. &lt;br /&gt;     Puneţi'mă doar într’un scaun cu rotile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luaţi tot ce vreţi,dar lăsati'mi doar atat: &lt;br /&gt;ochii si mintea,braţele si inima─&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-3780452860667359348?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/3780452860667359348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/lasatimi-doar-bratele-si-gura-ochii-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/3780452860667359348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/3780452860667359348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/lasatimi-doar-bratele-si-gura-ochii-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-5263167435009524840</id><published>2009-10-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:25:28.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nouă zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis ochii şi I’am văzut pe toţi .&lt;br /&gt;Am zâmbit.&lt;br /&gt;Simţeam pământul sub picioare.&lt;br /&gt;Degetele erau acoperite cu frunze.&lt;br /&gt;Am ştiut atunci cǎ nu sunt treaz&lt;br /&gt;Dormeam şi visam.Cǎci toți cei pe care îi vedeam erau cei pe care nu I’am vǎzut de mult şi nu mai erau.&lt;br /&gt;Am respirat noul aer şi am închis ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Visam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau muream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-5263167435009524840?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/5263167435009524840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/noua-zi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/5263167435009524840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/5263167435009524840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/noua-zi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2915508240026760655.post-6959113655565727883</id><published>2009-10-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:26:38.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vreau…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sǎ fiu mereu urmǎrit de acest cuvânt,cǎci vreau sǎ te vǎd, cǎci o sǎ spun vreau pânǎ vei fi a mea iar eu doar al tǎu.O sǎ spun  vreau  pânǎ nu sǎ o mai aparținem nimǎnui decât noi înşine. &lt;br /&gt;           O sǎ spun vreau şi dupǎ ce o sǎ mǎ iubești iar eu o sǎ te iubesc mai mult decât acum.&lt;br /&gt;          Cǎci vreau sǎ te aud spunând lucruri care prin tine prind sens. Vreau sǎ te aud râzând mereu iar eu sǎ râd cu tine. Iar in fiecare noapte vreau sǎ te cuprind in mine, sǎ te vǎd dormind,sǎ-ţi vǎd buzele cum ţi se deschid și inspiri, cum pieptul ţi se mǎreste cu fiecare gurǎ de aer.&lt;br /&gt;          Vreau sǎ mǎ auzi când iţi voi spune ,,te iubesc” și asta sǎ fie când nu te aştepţi. Iar atunci sǎ iţi vǎd chipul și ochii care se vor inchide instinctiv. Şi o sǎ te strâng in brațe și o sǎ fie din simplul motiv cǎ nu existǎ nimic care sǎ mǎ facǎ sǎ recurg la aceastǎ acțiune decât cǎ zâmbeşti iar eu zâmbesc cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar, da, știu, defapt cred, cǎ o parte din tine urǎste faptul cǎ iți scriu toate acestea când lângǎ mine este altcineva, la fel cum lângǎ tine este cineva. Şi eu urǎsc asta, dar cum ai spus şi tu, sǎ ne trǎim dorințele iar pe cele legate de noi sǎ le pǎstrǎm atunci când ne vom intâlni.&lt;br /&gt;         Iar acum, îmi este fricǎ doar de un lucru: cǎ atunci când ne vom întâlni, tu sǎ fi fost doar un miraj, sǎ mǎ plictiseşti, sǎ nu mǎ mai poți fascina. Dar cu aceasta fricǎ creşte acum in mine una și mai mare: ca atunci când mǎ vei vedea, tu mie sǎ-mi fi acel vis, dar eu sǎ-ți fiu doar o iluzie, sǎ nu mǎ mai vrei, iar toata dorința mea ptr tine sǎ disparǎ ştiind cǎ nu vei mai fi a mea, la fel cum la rându-ti ar disparea ptr mine.&lt;br /&gt;         Vezi tu, noi totuși suntem diferiți, am aparținut și încǎ aparţinem unor lumi diferite. &lt;br /&gt;         Dar oare aceste lumi nu sunt un lucru bun? da, cred cǎ sunt , ptr cǎ așa ne vom putea completa.&lt;br /&gt;         Vreau tu sǎ-mi fi noul in fiece zi, iar eu sǎ-ți fiu completarea cu fiecare cuvânt spus, dar in acelaşi timp sǎ fim la fel, dar diferit.&lt;br /&gt;         Vreau sǎ-mi fi tu. Dar tu este un cuvânt ambigu…cǎci tu, indiferent cine eşti, defapt eşti un amalgam de mǎşti. Aşa ca…&lt;br /&gt;vreau sǎ-mi fǎrǎ gânduri pǎstrate, vreau ca tot ce iți trece prin capșorul mic sǎ-mi spui.&lt;br /&gt;         Şi vreau…vreau  sǎ mǎ faci sǎ te doresc mai mult pe zi ce trece, vreau sǎ-mi fi ispitǎ , sǎ-mi fi aer şi ochi și voce, iar eu sǎ-ți fiu mişcare, cǎci tu fǎrǎ mișcare, fǎrǎ schimbare nu poți fi, la fel cum noi nu am mai fi.&lt;br /&gt;         Pare nebunesc sǎ cer o lume formatǎ din eu şi tu, o lume, defapt o camera unde se aflǎ tot de ce avem nevoie. Sǎ fie o camera uriaşa, albǎ, iar tu sǎ-mi fi tot intr-o rochie albǎ, cu o floare tot albǎ, floare ce mi-o vei pune la ureche, iar eu sǎ te prind in mine, si sǎ ajungem  noi.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, de ǎsta ar fi paradisul, atunci ptr fiecare om aş vrea o lume ca aceasta, dar dupǎ bunu-i plac.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Iar noi, dragǎ copilǎ, sǎ adormim,&lt;br /&gt;                                                    sǎ ne iubim,&lt;br /&gt;                                           sǎ nu mai fie un doi,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ci doar un noi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cer mult, ştiu…&lt;br /&gt;        Dar vreau sǎ-mi fi mereu necunoscutul, asemenea eu sǎ-ți fiu la fel, cǎci     &lt;br /&gt;        doar aşa, iubitǎ, va exista acea camera albǎ, fǎrǎ de pereti, fǎrǎ de spatiu,  &lt;br /&gt;        fǎrǎ de timp, &lt;/span&gt;  doar de noi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2915508240026760655-6959113655565727883?l=wgtmbov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/feeds/6959113655565727883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/vreau.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6959113655565727883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2915508240026760655/posts/default/6959113655565727883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wgtmbov.blogspot.com/2009/10/vreau.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471359959492768053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__POrzL8YMR0/SuIIPZ2v-bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ROrOdTfsuI0/S220/P1060766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
