<?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-2423816418300866163</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:38:28.728+02:00</updated><category term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><category term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><category term='Agale'/><category term='Ganduri'/><category term='Neliniste'/><category term='Aerian'/><category term='Liniste si pace'/><category term='Supa de Pui'/><category term='Magic Moments'/><category term='sesiune'/><category term='Curiozitati'/><category term='Personale'/><category term='Poveste fara sfarsit'/><category term='Timp'/><category term='Diverse'/><category term='Copii'/><category term='Bolnav'/><category term='Soapte'/><category term='Rezumat'/><category term='Constanta'/><title type='text'>Pe o foaie de....</title><subtitle type='html'>Cateva cuvinte despre...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2381609352109471134</id><published>2008-02-29T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:19:43.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timp'/><title type='text'>1 Martie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R8h2z3xgq4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/LvS4sJNA_YQ/s1600-h/1+martie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R8h2z3xgq4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/LvS4sJNA_YQ/s400/1+martie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172514805552032642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A venit primavara.... un nou inceput ??? sau o continuare a ceea ce a fost ? ceva mai bun ? ceva mai rau ? Sigur mai bine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primavara frumoasa in rosu si alb si dragoste sincera! Un martisor purtator de sentimente veritabile. La multi ani de martisor!&lt;br /&gt;O primavara care sa iti infloreasca intregul an. Sa ramai mereu ca o primavara, ca o ciocarlie in inaltul cerului, ca o lacramioara&lt;br /&gt;1 Martie reprezinta inceputul primaverii, anotimpul iubirii. Sa te indragostesti pasind prin raze, culegand ghiocei si impartind zambete si flori impartind iubire, dragoste si fericire...&lt;br /&gt;Un buchet de lacramioare, un manunchi de sentimente, o dragoste nebuna... Iar e primavara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2381609352109471134?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2381609352109471134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2381609352109471134' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2381609352109471134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2381609352109471134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-martie.html' title='1 Martie'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R8h2z3xgq4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/LvS4sJNA_YQ/s72-c/1+martie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1888058138880544935</id><published>2008-02-21T03:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:14:20.391+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Urla doar iluzia`n ea, iar in mine furia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R7zP_2-LQRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J72HlOw_-mI/s1600-h/articol_1476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R7zP_2-LQRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J72HlOw_-mI/s320/articol_1476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169235168309494034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si-mi canta pe la urechi "Hai acasa". Si ma suna. O secunda si-am stiut ca nu-i a buna. Ma plezneste cu o vorba, rugaminte ce-o fi fost si imi pica pe moment! Stiu de unde, dar nu vreau crancena expresia`ei s`o aud caci iar ma simt dezgolit si dezvelit! De ce tu ? De ce amu ? De ce iar !!!???&lt;br /&gt;Coatele`mi sunt sprijinite de tejgheaua prafuita stau s`ascult, eu stau si urlu, tip caci stiu  s`aud deodata! Doar un deget am miscat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanga, dreapta! fata, spate! intru, inchide usa toata! Eu vorbesc, ma linistesc, ea imi zice ca-i ok. Ies d`acolo, ies de dincolo, intru iarasi intr-un loc usor spre negru. Sunt doar visele-mi amare ce-mi alimenteaza gustul fierii, cel al violarii mele! De ce tu ? de ce acu? De ce iarasi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumnui strans parca din cot, trec pe langa`o bara gri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auzi tu la ea ce zice! Ca o mint si ca o`nsel! Futui mama ei de treaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogpjgh\&lt;br /&gt;erwh&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;weojh&lt;br /&gt;wetjh&lt;br /&gt;wetjh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R7zQLm-LQSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fgMql9QGbzo/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R7zQLm-LQSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fgMql9QGbzo/s200/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169235370172956962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethetwhopjptjhportjhpojtrphjrthopjjpjhor'tjhrthjrtjhopr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar sunt plin de spume negre! stai departe nu suna ca acus`l sparg si p`asta ! Taie spulbera si vise, ganduri amintiri placute... o s-o sun cand ma calmez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1888058138880544935?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1888058138880544935/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1888058138880544935' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1888058138880544935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1888058138880544935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/02/urla-doar-iluzian-ea-iar-in-mine-furia.html' title='Urla doar iluzia`n ea, iar in mine furia!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R7zP_2-LQRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J72HlOw_-mI/s72-c/articol_1476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3269381147509532505</id><published>2008-02-18T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:46:06.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezumat'/><title type='text'>Jupuite de vii... !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENTIE - MATERIALUL URMATOR CONTINE SCENE SOCANTE. DACA SUNTETI SLABI DE INIMA NU VA UITATI! MATERIALUL URMATOR PREZINTA SITUATIA DIN CHINA A MULTOR ANIMALE CE NU SUNT TRATATE CUM AR TRBUI. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENTIE - MATERIALUL URMATOR CONTINE SCENE SOCANTE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.peta.org/swf/fur_farm.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" height="255" width="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.furisdead.com/pledge-furfree.asp?c=%20petastreamvids" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3269381147509532505?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3269381147509532505/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3269381147509532505' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3269381147509532505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3269381147509532505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/02/jupuite-de-vii.html' title='Jupuite de vii... !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8783313418628475964</id><published>2008-02-09T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:07:23.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soapte'/><title type='text'>Ce eşti tu si cine eşti mă'ntrebi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Mb1mGpNorA/RxEWS1dpzsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ye3aSwKoDKQ/s400/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Mb1mGpNorA/RxEWS1dpzsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ye3aSwKoDKQ/s400/Picture+5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa vedem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eşti ceea ce prea mulţi visează-n fiecare dimineaţa...&lt;br /&gt;Eşti îngerul din plină noapte ce veghează, ce nu lasă somnul dulce sa se ducă.&lt;br /&gt;Stai si stau, de fapt noi stăm  la tine'n braţe ocrotiţi de toate cele.&lt;br /&gt;Eşti o zana prea frumoasă, cea din basme, ceea ce lasă dulci miresme îmbietoare, aromate, m'bătătoare.&lt;br /&gt;Eşti un mic dragon de foc cel ce scuipă apă multă mult prea multă ca din ochi, hmm.... si pentru ce?&lt;br /&gt;Te mai miră vocea tremurânda'ta? Căci îţi pasă de prea multe, angajaţi şi şefi, soţii...&lt;br /&gt;Tu eşti tot si pentru toţi tu eşti doar acum un joc!&lt;br /&gt;Ca o flacăra ce arde, mai încetişor acum, prea puternic mâine seara, dar perfect tu zi de zi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8783313418628475964?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8783313418628475964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8783313418628475964' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8783313418628475964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8783313418628475964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/02/ce-eti-tu-si-cine-eti-mntrebi.html' title='Ce eşti tu si cine eşti mă&apos;ntrebi?'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Mb1mGpNorA/RxEWS1dpzsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ye3aSwKoDKQ/s72-c/Picture+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5779252164077462752</id><published>2008-01-28T07:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:01:43.053+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Fara rasarit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.somd.com/data/500/medium/sunrise_at_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.somd.com/data/500/medium/sunrise_at_sea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupatia principala la Constanta... Sa privesc rasaritul si manifestarile soarelui in fiecare zi firava. Astazi e ceva schimbat, e ceva ce ai mei ochi n-au zarit de cand se stiu, e o zi, o dimineata fara acel mare, rosu, zambaret sa-si faca aparitia... Nu stiu cum, nu stiu de ce dar parca stie... sufletu`mi pereche aproape nu`i aci. E departe, tare rau. E posomorata de atata dor de duca, de atata dor de`al meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ce soare nu e`n zare, ce lipseste ca si ea, ca, culoarea calda`a verii, ca mirosul ei placut, chipul sorelui divin, fata insorita`a`ei, razele si doua maini, mici, finute ce se`ntind si ma ating... Ce visez cu ochi deschisi caci mi`e tare dor de ea de printesa calduroasa, o mucoasa mica`acu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa pot sa fiu sau sa fi aici cu mine, unde dragostea te`asteapta, unde frunzele nu cad si copacii nu`s culcati ! Fi asa cum sti ca esti ! Fi puternica ca mine  si invinge pacostea ce te`ndoapa cu pastile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te astept caci vin spre tine, spre un dor ce m-a cuprins ; parca tu`acum nu stii ca e toata a`ta si viata ca si visele si viitorul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia`ma`n brate zana buna, ia-mi tu sufletul in grija si solemn eu iti promit caci atat pe cat vei vrea, aripile nu`mi vor creste zborul trist sa il reiau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca dormi in zorii zilei sanatatea poate`ti capeti si sa`nveti voios cum esti, iar de tu nu poti ceti, baga-ti mintile in cap, zile sunt si ani si luni, ea nu pleaca nicaierea, viitorul tot ti-l faci! Stiu ca poti! Nu te lasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubeste ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5779252164077462752?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5779252164077462752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5779252164077462752' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5779252164077462752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5779252164077462752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/01/fara-rasarit.html' title='Fara rasarit'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3194714297383637655</id><published>2008-01-14T20:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:05:35.119+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Dreptul Comertului International !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4uwUCmYpuI/AAAAAAAAATI/wnbo2Ii-9FA/s1600-h/14012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4uwUCmYpuI/AAAAAAAAATI/wnbo2Ii-9FA/s200/14012008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155408056797406946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Filialele societatilor in Romania... nu stiu mai nimic despre aceste filiale... sa fac ceva pe el de examen care este necesar pentru a ma trece prin facultate si a avea o "slujba" pe care eu nu prea mi-o doresc. De ce asa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am inceput sa scriu aceste randuri la examen ? Iarasi ? E clar cat am invatat ! sau cat nu! sau cat am putut retine, sau ma concentra aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mana dreapa imi tremura fara oprire de juma` de ceas de`acu. Minutele se scurg , ochii deabea`s deschisi, picioarele iar n`au stare capul imi bubuie si eu ma gandesc  la ea! de ce? Acum ? De ce tot timpu`?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Da cred si eu dupa`atata vorbareala si discutii ce`au iesit in zilele un pic prafuite d`acu... si pt ce? Pt orgoliu, stima de sine, binele ei ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acasa stau, mai mult in tecere,  ma duc de dragul Felixului caci nu vreau statuia sa o pierd si iar nu pot dormi. Ma uit la monitorul alb si vad culearea palida a fetei celei mai indepartate dintre printese (sa la la la), si nu pot sta locului. Fie cat de mare, mica este ora in zorii zilei, tot la ea ma`ntorc, "faraoanaca" mea !(sa la la la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tot acele buze ma mai cheama, tot acele ploape dulci ma striga, buzele ce le simt aievea peste pieptul meu voios, o mana sa-mi curga peste sfarcul ca de piatra iar cealalta` sa ii simta scurta si perfecta forma a acelor coapse ude de atata dor de mine. Pierduti prin spatiul maroniu sa  ne`aventuram povestea sa uitam de noi, sa uitam de tot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ce concluzie, sentiment! Am gasit locul perfect pentru a scrie! Aici, in mijlocul examenelor, si n`am stiut asta pana acum ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            27 minute mai au sa se mai scurga pan` la finele orei incetosate doar de ochii mei, privirea ei, sarutul nostru, JuggerMasiteru meu! ar fi bine sa incep sa scriu ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3194714297383637655?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3194714297383637655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3194714297383637655' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3194714297383637655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3194714297383637655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreptul-comertului-international.html' title='Dreptul Comertului International !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4uwUCmYpuI/AAAAAAAAATI/wnbo2Ii-9FA/s72-c/14012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2252922142300138924</id><published>2008-01-14T06:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:38:40.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timp'/><title type='text'>Avem Timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avem timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4rm6SmYptI/AAAAAAAAATA/wmmTxKpgZTM/s1600-h/10_09_by_RetardSock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4rm6SmYptI/AAAAAAAAATA/wmmTxKpgZTM/s200/10_09_by_RetardSock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155186612578592466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;avem timp pentru toate. Sa dormim&lt;br /&gt;sa alergam in dreapta si in stanga&lt;br /&gt;sa regretam ce-am gresit si sa gresim din nou&lt;br /&gt;sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa citim si sa scriem&lt;br /&gt;sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem iluzii&lt;br /&gt;si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu&lt;br /&gt;avem timp pentru ambitii si boli&lt;br /&gt;sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile&lt;br /&gt;sa amanam raspunsurile&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem prieteni si sa-i pierdem&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa aceea&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le intelegem&lt;br /&gt;avem timp pentru toate&lt;br /&gt;nu e timp pentru putina tandrete&lt;br /&gt;cand sa facem si asta, murim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavian Paler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2423816418300866163-2252922142300138924?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2252922142300138924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2252922142300138924' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2252922142300138924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2252922142300138924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2008/01/avem-timp.html' title='Avem Timp'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R4rm6SmYptI/AAAAAAAAATA/wmmTxKpgZTM/s72-c/10_09_by_RetardSock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8490022667970422262</id><published>2007-12-20T11:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:53:22.391+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Ora 7:00</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2o6FSmYpsI/AAAAAAAAASI/qh2zJTnQzas/s1600-h/345e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2o6FSmYpsI/AAAAAAAAASI/qh2zJTnQzas/s200/345e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145989386790807234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Parc`saude ceva, parca o lumina vaga incepe sa apara printre ploapele lipite acum... si nu's zorii zilei... nu... Ei inca n`au tupeu s`apara. O usoara umezeala imi inmoaie obrazul turmentat de`atata somn in lipsa. Inca este noapte, inca n-am dormit destul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar fi fara grija TU! tinere studinte, ea, fata cu ochii de cristal e acolo pentru tine, are grija si isi face pentru tine, examenul ca sa un-l pierzi... Te saruta, te inmoaie ochii tu ca sa-i deschizi... Nu cumva ca sa ratezi acel mic si amarat... examen posomorat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stai un pic si nu pleca, nu da drumul bratelor ce te`nconjoara in aceasta dimineata amarata, dar ce dulce este ea, alaturi de ea, alaturi de tine. In genunchi, in pat, pe mine... da sa se trezeasca al meu putred spirit adormit, iarasi putina apa cristalina mangaie obrazul stang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateva cuvinte amare au tezit ceea ce s-ar putea numi un somn scapat de sub control. Pantalonii`s sus pe mine, paltonul aluneca frumos pe langa corpul zbuciumat si am plecat... Si m-am trezit intr-un metrou aglomerat cu multe fete amarate si`adormite printre care stau si eu si ingros si randurile... Ma gandesc la ea, la fata morgana la zambetul voios ce ma poarta acum peste mari si tari peste zilele ce vor avea sa vina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, sper ca doarme linistita in micul pat d`acasa, ca o zana, ca un inger prea frumos, ancorat cu ata fina de-o dorinta, de mai multe, dar mai mult... de viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormi acum iubita mea...&lt;br /&gt;Dormi frumos copila draga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8490022667970422262?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8490022667970422262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8490022667970422262' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8490022667970422262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8490022667970422262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/12/ora-700.html' title='Ora 7:00'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2o6FSmYpsI/AAAAAAAAASI/qh2zJTnQzas/s72-c/345e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-503785045393863333</id><published>2007-12-18T08:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:11:48.547+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2do1ymYprI/AAAAAAAAASA/5MBvmlB7sFg/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2do1ymYprI/AAAAAAAAASA/5MBvmlB7sFg/s200/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145196372619208370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pentru ca de cele mai multe ori intelegi gresit, pentr ca de cele mai multe ori ajungi sa-mi reprosezi ceea ce am zis, candva, undeva. Pentru ca durerea apasa mai tare decat crezi de fiecare data cand iti aduci aminte ca undeva, candva, cumva am zis ceva inocent. Pentru ca pana acum nu am incercat varianta asta, pentru ca aici, acum, cred asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi doresc liniste, imi doresc sa nu-ti aud trilul aproape in fiecare seara cum zbiara catre lucruri ce nu le credem adevarate. Imi doresc un suiet lin si-o mangaiere dulce in negura dintre zile. Imi doresc sa nu imi aduci la cunostinte faptele reale sau nu, imaginate sau nu, imi doresc sa dormi, linistita fara sa-ti pese, de ei, de ziua de maine, de ceilalti. Imi doresc sa dormi... la mine`n brate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper, ca simti ce simt si eu, sper ca intr-o zi o sa`ntelegi... sau in aceeasi zi sa ma fac sa inteleg... Sper ca stii caci stii ca stiu si mai stiu ca si tu stii... Doar noi stim ce e si cum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-503785045393863333?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/503785045393863333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=503785045393863333' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/503785045393863333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/503785045393863333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2do1ymYprI/AAAAAAAAASA/5MBvmlB7sFg/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3203833120920957814</id><published>2007-12-18T06:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:45:08.568+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Trist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2deNymYppI/AAAAAAAAARw/RzpAb6gee50/s1600-h/Mis+documentosmanelmanelblogtrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2deNymYppI/AAAAAAAAARw/RzpAb6gee50/s320/Mis+documentosmanelmanelblogtrist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145184690308163218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi tremura gandul, sufletul mi se cutremura si el. Sunt trist pe dinauntru caci inima-i aproape rupta si asta imi face ochiul drept sa sangereze! Doresc liniste si pace... Doresc o prea frumoasa fata, langa mine, o zeita, o zana din povesti in brate sa ma tina, durerea sa mi-o aline. cuvinte de aur sa-mi sopteasca la urechea'ndurerata de atatea vorbe seci.&lt;br /&gt;De ce eu? De ce noi? De ce acum? De ce tot timpul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iar o lacrima insangerata imi zgarie adanc obrazul, ajunge la una din ele si rupe, musca carne vie... Nimic nu mai conteaza... O sa fiu mai scump la vorba...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt trist...&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/2423816418300866163-3203833120920957814?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3203833120920957814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3203833120920957814' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3203833120920957814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3203833120920957814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/12/imi-tremura-gandul-sufletul-mi-se.html' title='Trist'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2deNymYppI/AAAAAAAAARw/RzpAb6gee50/s72-c/Mis+documentosmanelmanelblogtrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-6881668553786630944</id><published>2007-12-14T06:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:02:52.676+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Vand prezervativ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2INJkfgiiI/AAAAAAAAARo/qMmXeEgB73Y/s1600-h/prezervativ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2INJkfgiiI/AAAAAAAAARo/qMmXeEgB73Y/s200/prezervativ%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143688182476343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vand prezervativ 75 000 km parcursi,toate dotarile , ABS (anti braking sistem), EBD (Ejaculation by distance ), Navigator cu GPS (pt virgini sa stie unde tre sa ajunga), ACS (Alchoolic control system - daca esti manga suna alarma ca sa te atentioneze ca trebuie folosit), TRC (control al tractiunii - daca femeia e galeata, sa nu cazi draq in ea), dotata cu biXenon , stare impecabila, primu proprietar, predare leasing, inclus in pret manual de functionare, huse noi, pret negociabil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentul de mai jos este extras din articolul “Pretul libertatii sexuale” de Ian Bilevici - &lt;a href="http://ro.altermedia.info/cultura-vietii/preul-libertii-sexuale_7355.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;il puteti citi integral aici&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Abstinenţa până la căsătorie şi fidelitatea conjugală reprezintă condiţiile de îndepărtare 100% a bolii SIDA. Chiar ideologii „revoluţiei morale“ au o altă abordare a acestei teme. Abstinenţa şi fidelitatea nu încap în sistemul lor de valori. Conform părerii lor, omul nu se bucură de o voinţă liberă ca să-şi formeze viaţa în chip destoinic. El ar fi o marionetă al propriilor plăceri, un robot, care trebuie să reacţioneze la orice impuls sexual. Drept rezultat se spune că trebuie să dăm oamenilor o anumită garanţie ca ei să nu se infecteze cu virusul HIV. Trebuie cu alte cuvinte să promovăm aşa-numitul sex protejat, cu alte cuvinte, să promovăm folosirea prezervativelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cum sună sloganul lor? „Poţi să fii salvat de prezervativ.“ Deci, ei cred că oamenii pot să-şi construiască viaţa sau fericirea lor, să trăiască cu alte cuvinte sau să moară, în dependenţă de folosirea sau nu a prezervativului. Oare nu pare cumva acest slogan jalnic pentru cineva care se respectă cât de cât?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cât de inofensiv este aşa-numitul „sex protejat“? Studiile diverse care au fost făcute atât la Universitatea din California, cât şi la Universitatea din Miami au arătat că virusul HIV penetrează şi prin prezervativ în 10 până la 50% din cazuri. Deci, acesta este încă un mit periculos al promotorilor libertăţii sexuale.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da, prezervativul nu asigura protectie 100% impotriva SIDA, dar sigur ajuta sa-l schimbati sau sa-l purtati mai des, in cazul in care nu aveti o prietena stabila, sigura si sanatoasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[association de lutte contre le SIDA]. the slogan on the bottom reads "sans préservatif, c'est le sida avec que vous faites l'amour. protéger-vou." meaning: without a condom, it's the aids you're making love to. protect yourself." - fara prezervativ face dragoste cu sida. Protejati-va !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-6881668553786630944?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/6881668553786630944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=6881668553786630944' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6881668553786630944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6881668553786630944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/12/vand-prezervativ-75-000-km.html' title='Vand prezervativ'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R2INJkfgiiI/AAAAAAAAARo/qMmXeEgB73Y/s72-c/prezervativ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1310948615545548264</id><published>2007-12-09T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:56:51.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><title type='text'>La multi ani iubita mea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R1scwG-zcsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ibpmVqZG_k/s1600-h/romantic+rose+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R1scwG-zcsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ibpmVqZG_k/s200/romantic+rose+new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141735012406883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plang... Ochii imi curg in noapte, in fum si in lumina, in lumina vaga din aceasta incapere slaba, oarba plina cu suflete tinere... inspir, respir si trag otrava amara in plamanii de-acum negrii de atata fum si de rugina. Nimic nou sub soare, defapt sub luna, nici macar... Acum am mai luat o n'ghititura amara din aceasta bere rece... si ce dulce e... ea, cand ma saruta, cand ma pipaie, cand ma simte adanc, acolo, inauntru' sufletului ei prea mare, prea bun, prea mult amagit de acele fiinte mici si negre... O doresc, o vreau si stie, si stiu! ca nimic  la locu-i nu-i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, cu fata'nchisa eu suport placerea de a fi aici, pentru placerea ei si-a lor si-a noastra, a tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stangul ma doare tare, pieptul urla de durere, zambetul fortat mi-e pus pe'afara... Nu stie, e ziua ei e noaptea ei. Stomacul si el urla dupa ceva mancare ustura si plange... ca si ochii... Mainile imi tremura de atata oboseala adunata, piciorele deabea mai tin greutatea mea usor prea mica. Dar nu! Nu e timpul sa ma plang! Nu! N-am sa fac asta, nu acum! Seara e mult prea mult importanta pentru ea... E ziua ei, e noaptea ei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danseaza pentru mine, numai pentru mine acum... ah ce`o vreau, ah ce-o vreau in miez de noapte! Piciorul ei drept, e lipit si-apasa tare, a mea mana dreapta e sub fusta maronie... Bikinii jos ii trag usor, nervos, unul din degete ii mangaie labia, placerea e mare! parca`o aud cum geme,  muzica toata se opreste, oricum n-aud, nu vad nimic, doar simt cum capul tras pe spate tare e si ce-mi place... Acum stanga-i dedesubt, unul intra-adanc acolo... Ea e uda toata`acum  si eu gem... tot de placere la urechea ei din stanga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic si'ncep un &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R1sc3G-zctI/AAAAAAAAARY/XTgjXXjun5w/s1600-h/redrose5cz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R1sc3G-zctI/AAAAAAAAARY/XTgjXXjun5w/s200/redrose5cz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141735132665967314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dans, ca acel de alta data. Fata ei imi spune multe, buza ei o musc usor, plange trupul de placere, e al'meu, al ei, al nostru, 4 ochi privesc spre noi, plang si ei... De fericire?&lt;br /&gt;Hai afara sa luam aer, inapoi, inca un dans, vreau s-o simt, sa-i simt si sanii pe al meu fierbinte trup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu, nu vreau nimic acum lumina-i stinsa, muzica inchisă ea-i pe mine`s fericit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani iubita mea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1310948615545548264?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1310948615545548264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1310948615545548264' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1310948615545548264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1310948615545548264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='La multi ani iubita mea...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R1scwG-zcsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ibpmVqZG_k/s72-c/romantic+rose+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8582432591447584598</id><published>2007-11-26T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:04:31.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerian'/><title type='text'>Ploape grele... grele tare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0s0zl8mZfI/AAAAAAAAARI/RMyxMzAsJ3k/s1600-h/09-06-07_1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0s0zl8mZfI/AAAAAAAAARI/RMyxMzAsJ3k/s200/09-06-07_1718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137257860910441970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doar 2, doar 2 sticle de Pepsi... Ce inseamna ? Iar o noapte pierduta, iar o noapte plicticoasa... De mult.... o noapte singur, singura nu mi-a priit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jurul ore 12 s-a intamplat. Ridic ochii anevoios dintre muntii mari si moi ai patului dogoritor... Un geam deschis ? Crapat macar... E cald si doare! Pielea`ai rosie ca focul, arde, arde!!! STOP! Dar, ea, frumoasa mea de asta s-a ocupat deja. M-a trezit, m-a alintat sta cu mine, stam noi 2 in acele ore lungi, tarzii si inaintate dintre zilele de`acum, ma saruta, ma alinta, iar si iar... imi las capul sa pluteasca pe`acea calduta perna moale verde, amaruie. Vine! pas cu pas... un fior de aer rece... A  trecut prin plasa fina din bucataria alba, pe langa tocul acelei usi zimtate si cazute, simt cum incepe si se contopeste... acel fior amar si rece, incepe de la glezna dreapta, lasa urme reci pe pielea fina de pe`acolo... Pe la mijloc acel mic fior de aer se imbina cu a ei mana dulce si usoara... Iar ma mangaie finut, iar opresc o amintire, iar imi fura un sarut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc intr-un final, ochii mari eu ii deschid, ma`nconjoara noaptea neagra. Ma ridic cu chiu cu vai si aud acele sunete de viata vie cum strapung obscurul loc din apartamentul mic. Zic ca "da" si cad pe ganduri. Asta vine de la mine? Asta vreau si eu acum? Si sunt doar 2, necurate ganduri mici, intrebari ce le raspund tot in sinea mea, neodihnita. Si ma duc si ma`mbrac, ma`ncalt, ea ma ea de mana dreapta, care`acum e furnicata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit din incapere, din protectia patului, adapostul blocului pentru a ma racori un pic... si ce bine am facut, am iesit doar in tricou si o piele pe deasupra. Cumprat noi`am acele 2 Pepsi-uri, calde negre-albastrui, le-am baut, le-am terminat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt la scoala`acum si scriu... E fecioara langa mine, si se uita si nu pot... ochii`mi pica`n gura`acum mor de somn si de durere.... vreau sa`nchid un ochi, si`al 2-lea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somn usor eu va urez, dragi copii si oameni mari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8582432591447584598?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8582432591447584598/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8582432591447584598' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8582432591447584598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8582432591447584598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/ploape-grele-grele-tare.html' title='Ploape grele... grele tare...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0s0zl8mZfI/AAAAAAAAARI/RMyxMzAsJ3k/s72-c/09-06-07_1718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-6740651066202706627</id><published>2007-11-25T15:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:46:42.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are doar 2 ani</title><content type='html'>Priviti Copilul...  doar 2 ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object HEIGHT="355" WIDTH="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojrb4sBH20&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" NAME="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param VALUE="transparent" NAME="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed HEIGHT="355" WIDTH="425" wmode="transparent" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" SRC="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojrb4sBH20&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-6740651066202706627?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/6740651066202706627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=6740651066202706627' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6740651066202706627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6740651066202706627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-doar-2-ani.html' title='Are doar 2 ani'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7367123362172580731</id><published>2007-11-23T00:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:40:09.585+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><title type='text'>Un` doi trei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0YFKF8mZeI/AAAAAAAAARA/Np74Cv1bvEE/s1600-h/index2-46owma4og.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0YFKF8mZeI/AAAAAAAAARA/Np74Cv1bvEE/s200/index2-46owma4og.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135798096015812066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, doi, trei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doi, doi, trei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trei, doi, trei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patru, doi, trei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ce momente am trait pe ritmul acelor valsuri. Doar daca nu as fi fost atat de molesit... Ah dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaa... Ce moleseala placuta.., o seara... Si ce mai seara dom'le...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7367123362172580731?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7367123362172580731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7367123362172580731' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7367123362172580731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7367123362172580731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-doi-trei-doi-doi-trei-trei-doi-trei.html' title='Un` doi trei'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/R0YFKF8mZeI/AAAAAAAAARA/Np74Cv1bvEE/s72-c/index2-46owma4og.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2783098425052145955</id><published>2007-11-18T00:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:53:34.462+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poveste fara sfarsit'/><title type='text'>Schimb de ... "ganduri" ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz9w2V8mZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/w7474DLMfGY/s1600-h/9376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz9w2V8mZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/w7474DLMfGY/s200/9376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133946179132220866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un pupic mare pentru un zapacit mic. :*&lt;br /&gt;pupa zapacitu pe zapacita :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apel de la zapa -ea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frate-meu a plecat cu cheia :D nu vrea zapa-el sa salveze doua printese de la...(nu stiu ce, mai meditez...:) maine dupa ce face ochisori?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai nu are fetele cum sa leave din casa ? Fratele intoarce el nu se de la clubu de dance dupa ce drestrableaza cu fetele acolea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu, doarme in camin. si regina mama e destul de frightened already ca doarme cu usa deschisa. dar o linistesc eu...numai ca tot vrem salvate maine....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca vreti, draga domnita... v-as putea cheia sa v-o trimit in data... Auzit eu am ca, curieratul noaptea merge mai rapid... nu's asa de multe pasari in noaptea dinspre miaza-zi si fluent se circula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frumosule print, regina mama s-a retras in odaie. dar de vreti sarutul sa-l furati printesei, ea cu drag va asteapta...maine in zori de zi. se gandeste la dulcile momente trecute si asteapta o noua imbratisare.&lt;br /&gt;insa, de sufletelul tanjeste sa colinde strazi si nu vrea sa fie singur, nu e nevoie decat de-o rugaminte...in orice caz, iubirea-i mare, se prea stie: printesa si-o juma' de-mparatie...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am vrut sa te sun, sa-ti soptesc ceva stiut. ceva drag, din suflet. nu o fac  pentru ca stii...te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ce frumos e sa iubesti, atunci cand iubirea e impartasita de persoana  iubita..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2783098425052145955?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2783098425052145955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2783098425052145955' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2783098425052145955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2783098425052145955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/schimb-de-ganduri.html' title='Schimb de ... &quot;ganduri&quot; ...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz9w2V8mZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/w7474DLMfGY/s72-c/9376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7159935351148896659</id><published>2007-11-16T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:08:24.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Written with a pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz2H518mZbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g0pOcFUn8RU/s1600-h/My_Best_Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133408578075780530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz2H518mZbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g0pOcFUn8RU/s200/My_Best_Friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Written with a pen Sealed with a kiss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are my friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please answer this:&lt;br /&gt;Are we friend or are we not?&lt;br /&gt;You told me once, but I forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tell me now and tell me true, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I can say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of all the friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I`ve ever met, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are the one I won`t forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And if I die before you do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I`ll go to Heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And wait for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7159935351148896659?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7159935351148896659/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7159935351148896659' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7159935351148896659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7159935351148896659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/written-with-pen.html' title='Written with a pen'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rz2H518mZbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g0pOcFUn8RU/s72-c/My_Best_Friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2067606049152247231</id><published>2007-11-13T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:59:07.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Gandul meu de prin metrou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rzm7IZqVClI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oUZQxou8XnQ/s1600-h/14092007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rzm7IZqVClI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oUZQxou8XnQ/s200/14092007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132339003367164498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am ras... Am suras... Alaturi de femeia ce viata mi-a daruit-o... Am alergat alaturi de ea peste mari si tari, sufletele s-au unit si departe am ajuns. Pe plaja cu nisipul rece-am esuat,acolo unde cainii-au firele de nisip le-au imprastiat, cele care nu-ti dau pace nici sub dus caci lipite stau pe tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ceva timp incoace, in schimb ceva se intampla. Ce? Nu stiu... Dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara, ca si in cealalta seara, defapt aproape ca in fiecare seara sufletele noastre plang... Prelung... Mult prea mult pentru cat ar trebui... De ce? De ce sunt certuri si discutii? Cum de? Cum se? Poate intampla ca aceste certuri sa-si faca loc in serile zilei ce ar trebui umplute cu fericirea dragostei?&lt;br /&gt;De prea mult bine? De prea multa fericire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promisiuni... Marturii... Rugamintile si implorarile desarte sfasie ceea ce-ar trebui sa fie, sa fiu, sa fim noi 2 si-o dragoste nebuna, ca-n povesti!&lt;br /&gt;Intro seara, rece, umeda si-ntunecata, intr-o seara-n care munca iti da tarcoale, frigul te-a invaluit prea tare-ai stat cu mine acolo... Acolo unde stropi fierbinti de apa dulce ne-au soptit pe la urechi  dragostea ce-ar trebui s-o cuprindem noi, acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rzm7dJqVCnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8l6jFBlymNA/s1600-h/21092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rzm7dJqVCnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8l6jFBlymNA/s200/21092007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132339359849450098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate un sarut acum s-a dorit sa se afirme si mai tare, si mai tare... E un pic mai maroniu transformandu-se in roz, iar te-ai pus tot tu pe mine, iar te-ai suparat aiurea...&lt;br /&gt;Iar acolo la tv, muzica canta de zor... Noi in pat, eu in pat si tu pe mine... Ah ce bine te-am simtit... Dragostea cu geamat dulce m-a-n muiat pe loc acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai dormim, iubita mea... Nu te mai gandi la... Dormi acum iubirea mea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2067606049152247231?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2067606049152247231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2067606049152247231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2067606049152247231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2067606049152247231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-ras.html' title='Gandul meu de prin metrou...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rzm7IZqVClI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oUZQxou8XnQ/s72-c/14092007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1638355678949640533</id><published>2007-11-03T00:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:19:47.355+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poveste fara sfarsit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personale'/><title type='text'>Singura Dorinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyurPOT0UiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zUlNbi2GBw/s1600-h/xxii___no_revelations_by_mould.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyurPOT0UiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zUlNbi2GBw/s200/xxii___no_revelations_by_mould.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128380878719046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesăbuit tu treci prin viaţa... Umbra-ţi trece pe pământ... Peste'acele mari oceane de cadavre dulci-amare'n care noi, familia ta printre gratii am putea vizite să-ţi facem noi şi doar, doar aşa am putea să ne plafonăm cumva.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta vrei? Tu?! Tinere! Să-ţi trăieşti amara viaţa care pare că răsare peste zidurile reci, ca de gheaţă... Peste'acele ziduri mari, ghimpate şi 'ntepate... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce tu refuzi acea viaţă scurtă şi'mbăiată'n care ai putea ca un rege să trăieşti, femeile să le domnesti? Ştiu că îţi doreşti acum pe'acea blondă înfocată, dar trecutul poţi să-l ştergi?&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Degeaba-ai încerca ştii şi tu că nimic n-ar mai putea să reiasă'n viaţa ta. Ştii şi tu că ai putea liniştit de te-ai afla bani, femei, poate maşini să re'nvii şi să le ai asta doar dacă tu te-ai cuminţenia s-o emani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fii bărbat, nu fi femeie muşcă'adânc cu colţii tăi din acele bogaţii ce s'aştearna'n faţa ta... Poţi mai mult şi tu ştii asta şi familia şi chiar eu.. Nu-ţi dezamăgi orgoliul ce se zbate anevoios în  pieptul tau armonios. Am încredere în tine, dragă "vere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la mine pentru tine am scris această mică "poezie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1638355678949640533?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1638355678949640533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1638355678949640533' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1638355678949640533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1638355678949640533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/11/singura-dorinta.html' title='Singura Dorinta'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyurPOT0UiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zUlNbi2GBw/s72-c/xxii___no_revelations_by_mould.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3444000019931018764</id><published>2007-10-30T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:14:10.563+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Un Scurt Monolog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyeAZ-T0UhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUPivm5n4lc/s1600-h/monolog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyeAZ-T0UhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUPivm5n4lc/s320/monolog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127207884495802898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O dorinţa? Poate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce vreau? Nu ştiu sigur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defapt nu ştiu deloc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ştiu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Că nu vreau la fel că toţi ceilalţi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar să rămână o dulce amintire a ceea ce va fi&lt;br /&gt;cândva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când şi unde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici asta nu ştiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ştiu, în schimb cu cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-un avion să zbor şi în aer să se'ntâmple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Într-o parapanta, tot să zbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau pe aripile vântului purtat să fiu atunci când...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Şi iarăşi am căzut pe gânduri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pe o partie de ski?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pe o barca, într-o lungă croazieră care să cuprindă şi urmărea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pe insula pustie, pe o mare de-un albastru pur? Curat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate'trun apus frumos, cu un stol de mii de păsări pe deasupra să formeze valuri de mărimi diverse... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce ştiu... E doar că vreau... Ceva unic şi marcant, poate'un pic alarmant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3444000019931018764?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3444000019931018764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3444000019931018764' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3444000019931018764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3444000019931018764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-scurt-monolog.html' title='Un Scurt Monolog'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RyeAZ-T0UhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUPivm5n4lc/s72-c/monolog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8179456399523985987</id><published>2007-10-28T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:32:49.790+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezumat'/><title type='text'>2'nd time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RySqkuT0UgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Vv-_dUy3dsA/s1600-h/28102007-796206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RySqkuT0UgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Vv-_dUy3dsA/s320/28102007-796206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126409823737631234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iar sunt nas, nasul unei mici printese. Iar sunt fericit ca's liderul spiritual al unei fetite, ce se presupune ca va avea nevoie de indrumarea mea, in timp... Intr-un timp in care drumurile de rascruce se vor asterne in fata, pe poteca pe care va decide s-o urmeze peste ani. Vreau si stiu ca voi fi nu nas bun, un prieten desavarsit, pe veci... Voi fi acolo pentru ea, pentru ei, pentru totdeauna!&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt la nunta... Nici nu mi-am inchipuit mireasa, mireasă. O vad, ma uit la ea si nu-mi vine a crede. E frumoasa, e cea mai frumoasa femeie din sala... e superba, e dorita de mai multi... degeaba, e a lui. A inaltului acela din capul mesei. imi este var, primar, o ruda nemaipomenita. Fratii, sora, mama... lui si'a ei... Toti sunt fericiti, radiaza ca un soare, ochii stralucesc printre baloanele ne sparte inca... Poc! Unul mai putin... Am pus eu mana pe el...&lt;br /&gt;Lumea e gatita pruna pentru seara'n care'acesti frumosi miri au ales sa isi serbeze unirea lor pe viata.  Acum se danseaza, deja mireasei oboseala si durerea picioarelor tarcoale'i dau, iar aici nimic neobisnuit nu este caci e, acolo... La dansat... De mult nu a mai simtit scaunul sub ea...&lt;br /&gt;Hai ca ma duc la dans scriu mai tarziu pe acest telefon lipsit de baterie... Gata stau jos, e timpul pentru asta! Sarmalele au venit... Inima-mi bate cu putere dupa dansurile repezi... Tatal nostru, citit, balbait, ciupit si ciopartit, dar s-a zis de catre al mai mare nas din sala si toata lumea aclama...&lt;br /&gt;N-am mancat mai nimic... Hai afara tragem heliu in plamani: "casa de piatra si copii de hartie igienica" doar atat am putut? Eh... Asta e... A fost fun...&lt;br /&gt;Peste masa e o fata, blonda... Ma soarbe din priviri... Ma uit, o privesc, o vad mai mult si nu-i dau la moara... Nu pot, nu vreau... Nu ma intereseaza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8179456399523985987?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8179456399523985987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8179456399523985987' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8179456399523985987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8179456399523985987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/iar-sunt-nas-nasul-unei-mici-printese.html' title='2&apos;nd time'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RySqkuT0UgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Vv-_dUy3dsA/s72-c/28102007-796206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4473505694053412773</id><published>2007-10-22T17:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:01:08.369+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timp'/><title type='text'>Zile aiurite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rxy7C99TCPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/450_c8Vxw9I/s1600-h/Untitled-8-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rxy7C99TCPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/450_c8Vxw9I/s200/Untitled-8-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124176135706577138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ploua, vant, vreme perfecta pentru a sta acasa, in pat, in fata unui film de groaza, comedie sau o drama...  Persoana iubita alaturi sa-ti fie, marea pofta sa-ti conduca mana stanga'n pop cornul usor sarat, putin cald asezat cu grija in castronul  rosu stavilit acum in fata-ti rumena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i o vreme'n care munca silnica sa'apese peste'ai tai umeri strambi si goi, nu-i o vreme ca sa lasi cearcanele sa se vada, sa apara, sa rasara, iar tu nu ar trebui nici macar sa te gandesti sa iti pese c'ar putea sa-si faca loc pe sub ochii tai caprui si sinceri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, cineva, undeva cumva acolo... Tre' sa si munceasca mult, putin, usor sau greu, dar&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa'ntretina casa, masa, sau copii... Orice'ar fi si parca nu! Doar de'ar disparea o putin, o secunda, un moment... Ca sa vezi ca nu exista griji adevarate acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori sa stau o clipa... Sa o simt... Sa vad cum vine, ea sa stea cu mine... Si cu tine... Sta cu noi si nu prea vrea sa ramana in trecut, negura timpului s-o'nghita si s-o uite vremea rea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata e scurta, incalca regulile, iarta repede, saruta incet, iubeste cu adevarat, rade necontrolat, si nu regreta nimic care te-a facut sa zambesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai inchide ochisorii dormi acum si uita ca exista casa, masa, intretinere sau nu... Dormi acum si uita tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plouă, plouă, plouă,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vreme de beţie -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Şi s-asculţi pustiul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce melancolie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plouă, plouă, plouă…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4473505694053412773?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4473505694053412773/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4473505694053412773' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4473505694053412773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4473505694053412773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/zile-aiurite.html' title='Zile aiurite'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rxy7C99TCPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/450_c8Vxw9I/s72-c/Untitled-8-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1611065826258804086</id><published>2007-10-21T12:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:15:56.841+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Dimineata pe racoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxsYxN9TCOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TkIjOZU_LDo/s1600-h/IMG_2251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxsYxN9TCOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TkIjOZU_LDo/s200/IMG_2251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123716234903488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de mancare ? o cafea poate... ? Iar casc.. e ora 12... neata ??? hmmm.. hai ca ma duc sa ma bag dinnou in pat.... poate in bratele ei... darn... ma dor... ce sa fac ? poate? nu, nu merge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi vedea eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1611065826258804086?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1611065826258804086/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1611065826258804086' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1611065826258804086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1611065826258804086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/dimineata-pe-racoare.html' title='Dimineata pe racoare'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxsYxN9TCOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TkIjOZU_LDo/s72-c/IMG_2251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1498138115233880904</id><published>2007-10-17T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:42:18.632+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Rain drops on her cheek...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxYQ-N9TCNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/reYoYM1knls/s1600-h/Rain+drops_+non-wetting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxYQ-N9TCNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/reYoYM1knls/s200/Rain+drops_+non-wetting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122300287265212626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cati nervi iti faci cand nu te'asculta... Cati nervi iti faci cand nu'ntelege... Esti rosu, mov, albastru ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teodaonele de la picioare trag tare de fiecare deget in parte... Mai mai sa rupa sireturile care nu-s, mana dreapta'i inclestata da sa rupa usa alba, frageda din fata-ti intunecata de fumul negru'al nervilor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura mai linistita'i mana stanga... Parca cu vointa proprie da s-o ia de cap, de gat si s-o mangaie usor pe a ei colega stramba... Ah cati nervi... Ce ganduri negre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile iar se scurg peste obrajii necajiti... Iar am suparat aiurea pe frumoasa adormita din casuta din poveste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia-o'n brate... Nu uita te iubeste "dragostea"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1498138115233880904?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1498138115233880904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1498138115233880904' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1498138115233880904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1498138115233880904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/cati-nervi-iti-faci-cand-nu-te-cati.html' title='Rain drops on her cheek...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RxYQ-N9TCNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/reYoYM1knls/s72-c/Rain+drops_+non-wetting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-6966985042494745077</id><published>2007-10-08T00:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:21:36.645+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soapte'/><title type='text'>Dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwlNzchR8cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/J-b2kVZ_r98/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118707997707727298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwlNzchR8cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/J-b2kVZ_r98/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am revazut iarasi chipul frumos ce l-am mangaiat duios atata timp, noapte de noapte, zi de zi... In trecut, iar astazi, in aceasta umeda seara, m-a picurat cu mainile ei fine pe fata-mi ne rasa de ceva timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit cum amintirile au navalit si mi-au soptit despre cele intamplate... Ce tare am strans in brate femeia de care mi-a fost atat de dor... Ce tare m-a strans simtindu-mi caldura corpului cum incearca sa iasa la iveala, dar ea... O prinde nu vrea, nu o lasa sa iasa, sa fuga sa se duca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost dor de tine... Dor de mine, dor de noi... Vise placute ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-6966985042494745077?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/6966985042494745077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=6966985042494745077' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6966985042494745077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6966985042494745077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/dor.html' title='Dor...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwlNzchR8cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/J-b2kVZ_r98/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7777911179241597851</id><published>2007-10-06T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:12:13.233+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supa de Pui'/><title type='text'>Salvata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwfsDMhR8ZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pUqeWei0vcQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwfsDMhR8ZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pUqeWei0vcQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118319041174434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O fetita a carei parinti murisera traia cu bunica ei si dormea intr-o camera la etaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intr-o noapte a izbucnit un incendiu in casa, iar bunica s-a prapadit incercand sa salveze copilul.&lt;br /&gt;Focul s-a raspandit repede si parterul casei a fost inghitit de flacari. Vecinii au chemat pompierii si asteptau neajutorari in apropiere, incapabili sa intre in casa deoarece focul blocase toate intrarile. Fetita aparu la o fereastra de la etaj strigand dupa ajutor tocmai cand se raspandii zvonul ca pompierii ar intarzia cateva minute pentru ca mai era un incendiu.&lt;br /&gt;Deodata aparu un om cu o scara, o sprijinii pe partea laterala a casei si disparu inauntru. Cand reaparu avea fetita in brate. El dadu copilul in bratele celor care asteptau jos si disparu in noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Cercetarile au dezvaluit ca fetita nu mai avea rude in viata, iar cateva saptamani mai tarziu se tinu o adunare la primaria orasului pentru a hotara cine va lua copilulin caminul sau pentru a-l creste.&lt;br /&gt;O profesoara spusese ca i-ar placea sa creasca copilul. Ea a sublinia faptul ca ii poate asigura o buna educatie. Un fermier s-a oferit s-o s-o creasca si s-o educe la ferma sa. El a evidentiat ca a trai la ferma este sanatos si aduce satisfactii. Au mai vorbit si altii aducand fiferite argumente pentru care era in avantajul copilului sa traiasca cu ei.&lt;br /&gt;In final, cel mai bogat om din oras s-a ridicat si a spus:&lt;br /&gt;- ii pot oferi acestui copl toate avantajele pe care le-ati mentionat aici plus bani si ot ce se poate cumpara cu bani.&lt;br /&gt;In acest timp copilul a ramas tacut cu ochii in poadea.&lt;br /&gt;- mai vrea cineva sa vorbeasca? a intrebat presedintele adunarii.&lt;br /&gt;Un om s-a apropiat din spatele salii. Mergea incet si parea ca il doare ceva. Cand ajunsese in fata, se aseaza drept inaintea fetitei si intinse bratele. Asistenta isi pierdu rasuflarea. Palemele si bratele aveau rani groaznice.&lt;br /&gt;Copilul striga:&lt;br /&gt;- Acesta este omul care m-a salvat! Cu o saritura isi arunca bratele in jurul gatului acelui om tinandu-l strans. Intcmai cum il tinuse in acea noapte fatala, cand ii daruise viata. Ea isi ingorpa fata in umarul lui si hohoti de plans cateva momente. Apoi il privi si ii zambi.&lt;br /&gt;- Adunarea se suspenda, spuse presedintele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7777911179241597851?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7777911179241597851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7777911179241597851' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7777911179241597851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7777911179241597851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/salvata.html' title='Salvata'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwfsDMhR8ZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pUqeWei0vcQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2311073677675404242</id><published>2007-10-03T04:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:08:08.219+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><title type='text'>Prin padure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atunci s-a lipit de un copac… iar m-a imbratisat….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un copac inalt, gros peste care vremea blanda, cruda a trecut... Cu frunze groase, lasate, cu urmele vremeii`n peste care amprenta si-a lasat asupra-i...&lt;br /&gt;S-a uitat adanc in ochii mei ... simteam eziarea cum o cuprinde, ulterior sa aflu ca si ea, la randu-i tot ezitarea o simtea din partea mea... Un sarut iar, mai adanc rasunator... a fost cel care a dat drumul imaginatiei noastre bogate raspunzand intrebarilor a caror raspuns l-am af&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwLyvWZHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KHrAik8_UtY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwLyvWZHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KHrAik8_UtY/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116919021924995026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lat ceva mai devreme...&lt;br /&gt;Nu mica mi-a fost mirarea cand am vazut ca sta, nu pleaca, nu se inhiba...! Deloc ?! Se pare ca nu...&lt;br /&gt;Din rasputeri am incercat sa-i inmoi buzele cu limba chinuindu-ma sa nu dau pasare frunzelor ce cadeau vertiginos din copac. Sunete ascutite ce n-ar trebui sa fie acolo, mai ales in momentele acelea...&lt;br /&gt;M-am ridicat ! S-a intors... Pantalonii's jos! Mai in graba, mai domol a pus mainile pe batranul copac aplecandu-si corpul nerabdator si doritor de senzatii tari...&lt;br /&gt;S-a intamplat ! Cu ochii inchisi, cu ochii deschisi mai mult tresarind din toate cele la fiecare zgomot pe drumul pe care ne aflam... Daca vine cineva ?! Daca apare careva ?! Si nu prea ne-a pasat! Senzatiile traite, ascutite de frica si placere au facut din asta o experienta de ne uitat.&lt;br /&gt;Avem servetele. Sterge ramasitele actului amoros la care padurea ne-a fost martora, cand, din urma... la cativa metrii au aparut necunoscutii... Imbracarea!  Lasa-le acolo! Aparatu e la tine ? Mi-e sete! Fugi !&lt;br /&gt;In acea superba zi... In acele momente dragi am trait, alaturi de easenzatiile ce le credeam pierdute!&lt;br /&gt;Ce repede ati ajuns...! Ce priviri duioase mi-a aruncat... Ce super a fost! Ce bine o sa fie !&lt;br /&gt;Aievea.... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2311073677675404242?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2311073677675404242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2311073677675404242' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2311073677675404242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2311073677675404242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/10/prin-padure.html' title='Prin padure'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RwLyvWZHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KHrAik8_UtY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8549075196046906488</id><published>2007-09-30T16:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:35:18.172+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><title type='text'>De sus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1085/1464700804_6e5118fa45_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1085/1464700804_6e5118fa45_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunt in varful unui munte... Am plecat cu gandul eliberarii in fata-mi obosita dupa o noapte dormita prost. Aici unde vantul farama apusul zorit al sufletelor noastre, tot aici unde linistea e la ea acasa, doar o ciora mai razbeste din cand in cand prin perdeaua mutei clipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt alaturi de persoana ce mi-e prea draga, ce-mi presara dulceata placut de rece atunci cand nervii nu-s intinsi la maxim, cand lacrimile sarate nu i se revarsa peste chipul ravasit de iubirea ce mi-o poarta...  Stam linistiti pe sezlonguri privind catre muntii marginiti de nori, aburii gri ce se ridica incet, incet din padurile din jurul crucii construite cu sudoare si cu costuri tragice... De vieti omenesti. Privim superbul, ascultam linistea, soarele ne rumeneste incet capetele plecate... parca suntem intr-un basm din care nu vrem sa scapam... Scrisa azi, aici si acum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulterior... Am ajuns la superba cabana ceva mai tarziu decat ei caci drumul la i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1241/1463975715_705c697412_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1241/1463975715_705c697412_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntors l-am batut pe jos, pe poteci, pe drumuri imbatranite de timp si vreme rece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe una din ele ne-am oprit... Si-am sarutat dulcele buze strapungand vertiginos clipele cu limba-mi ferma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci s-a lipit de un copac... iar m-a imbratisat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmatorul blog continuarea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8549075196046906488?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8549075196046906488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8549075196046906488' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8549075196046906488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8549075196046906488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunt-in-varful-unui-munte.html' title='De sus'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1085/1464700804_6e5118fa45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-909546320280538209</id><published>2007-09-26T10:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:59:17.340+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Gandul de dimineata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvoRS2ZHT8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TVpBqGx2CLo/s1600-h/bernoullis_theorem_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvoRS2ZHT8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TVpBqGx2CLo/s200/bernoullis_theorem_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419342368788418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschid ochii, ma uit in in stanga, ma uit in dreapta... nimeni... liniste totala. Ridic usor mana, ma uit anevoios la ceasul ce-mi sade la mana, sprancele se ridica .... un semn maree de intrebare... atat e ceasu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai si ridica corpul ingreunat de pe patul moale.... pauza ! Stop !  O greutate imensa ma trage inapoi din spate, spre pat... parca n`ar vrea sa se ridice, parca n`ar vrea sa plece ... hai sus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau picioarele jos... mai intai dreptul coboara precaut, stangul il urmeaza, pieptul da sa se ridice la inaltime... si iar e tras inapoi... what the ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai dinnou !  Mai cu forta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infig adanc mainile in materialul moale ce mi-a stat dedesubt in noapte dinnainte, infig picioarele bine in parchetul gros, si sus ! Gata ! Finnaly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pic de dezmorteala !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si trag umerii pe spate, sai aliniez un pic cu coloana indurerata, stramba, gaurita...  si ceva ma apasa, ma strage, ma inteapa... umerii plang de durere. Atroce, nenorocita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandul de dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ce aiurea am dormit ... ! Unde esti ? Nu esti ? De ce ? N-ai vrea sa... ? Ba da... stiu ca si totusi de ce nu ? Las' c-om vedea ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-909546320280538209?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/909546320280538209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=909546320280538209' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/909546320280538209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/909546320280538209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/gandul-de-dimineata.html' title='Gandul de dimineata'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvoRS2ZHT8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TVpBqGx2CLo/s72-c/bernoullis_theorem_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1218329469016094058</id><published>2007-09-24T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:43:23.879+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constanta'/><title type='text'>2 zile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/1433969740_d929903f56.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/1433969740_d929903f56.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 zile la mare... cu gandul asta am plecat din Bucuresti, spre casa... casa dulce casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In aste 2 zile, am vazut, am observat cum lumina lunii se reflecta intr-o mare linistita, pe o vreme racoroasa, cum lumina felinarelor de pe ici pe colo stagneaza noapte de noapte intr-un parc uitat de lume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost frumos, a fost superb... a uitat de emotii si s-a bucurat din plin de persoanele ce-au inconjurat-o, jocurile au intretinut o parte din atmosfera zgmotoasa, de mine, in principal si de ei... cu gura la mine, sa mai tac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am plimbat pe o plaja departata, din spatele unei case, unde cainii s-au jucat printre picioarele noastre obosite si farmate de atata`amar de vreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a plecat.... intr-un final glorios, cu un gand ce nu-i da pace, cu fericirea ce-a cuprins-o in aceste 2 zile... ah si ce frumos a fost ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1218329469016094058?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1218329469016094058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1218329469016094058' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1218329469016094058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1218329469016094058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-zile.html' title='2 zile'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-6651467978739760919</id><published>2007-09-22T16:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:59:03.300+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Ganduri de dimineata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/2982/cupredo3sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/2982/cupredo3sb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trezit, obosit, mai mult adormit ajung acasa si totul se invarte cu mine. In patul ei de-acasa ma pun sa linistesc vuietul care s-a asternut inca din zorii zilei, o iau in brate si simt cum toate se sting usor pe langa mine... Se infige in sufletul meu, bratele-mi sunt in jurul ei, picioarele-s aliniate trupurile se incalzesc in asteptarea somnului ce o sa vina in curand... Nu dureaza mult si adormim in linistita camera, in patul ce ne-a imbratisat cu atata placere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dimineata primele raze de soare au batut prin draperie... au facut loc pentru ochii ce i-am deschis cu greu observand cum ea sta la fel de infasurata in ale mele brate amortite si nu vreau sa ma ridic, nu vreau sa termin acesasta alinare a corpurilor noastre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna dimineata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-6651467978739760919?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/6651467978739760919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=6651467978739760919' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6651467978739760919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6651467978739760919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/ganduri-de-dimineata.html' title='Ganduri de dimineata'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4657837234595130199</id><published>2007-09-20T10:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:57:18.702+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiozitati'/><title type='text'>Stiati ca ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvInz_1_7xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qFMRxGV5e0w/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112192301283667730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvInz_1_7xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qFMRxGV5e0w/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stiati ca... Ceaiul este a doua bautura consumata in lume, cantitativ, dupa apa. Pe langa faptul ca hidrateaza, ceaiul are si alte beneficii asupra sanatatii, cum ar fi protectia impotriva bolilor cardiace si a cancerului, datorita antioxidantilor pe care ii contine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Cercetatorii americani au descoperit ca o substanta prezenta in compozitia vinului rosu, resveratrol, are efecte miraculoase in cazul persoanelor obeze si creste considerabil longevitatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Cofeina pe care o contine cafeaua stimuleaza cresterea foliculilor din pielea capului barbatilor care au tendinta de a cheli, au descoperit cercetatorii germani. Cofeina blocheaza efectele daunatoare ale unei substante chimice din sange, dihidrotestosteron (DHT), produsa de hormonul masculin testosteron, ce distruge foliculii capilari, provocand chelirea. Intrucat nu se poate scapa de chelie band, pur si simplu, cafea (ar fi nevoie de 60 de cesti pe zi), specialistii vor sa faca acum medicamente antichelire pe baza de cofeina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Ciocolata, ale carei efecte pozitive cardiovasculare au fost deja demonstrate, este benefica si pentru creier, pentru ca imbunatateste circulatia sangvina cerebrala, este rezultatul a doua studii prezentate de medicii americani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Beneficiile unui anume compus din boabe de cacao sunt atat de mari, incat acesta poate rivaliza cu penicilina si anestezicele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Regimul alimentar mediteranean, bogat in uleiuri vegetale si peste, este la fel de benefic pentru persoanele care sufera de maladii cardiace ca si regimul alimentar foarte strict, sarac in grasimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Trebuie sa zdrobiti usturoiul inainte de a-l gati sau manca, pentru a-i pastra proprietatile anticoagulante, utile in prevenirea bolilor cardiovasculare si a emboliilor (astuparea arterelor cu un cheag de sange). Alicina este enzima din usturoi care impiedica formarea trombilor de sange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Acum zece ani, soia era desemnata drept "alimentul-minune". Expertii britanici sustin acum ca substantele chimice cu care este tratata soia blocheaza absorbtia mineralelor si scad fertilitatea feminina. Din cauza hormonilor vegetali continuti, femeile cu cancer mamar trebuie sa o consume cu moderatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Grepfrutul va scapa de oboseala si dureri de cap. Beti zilnic timp de doua saptamani doua pahare cu suc de grepefrut. Dupa ce terminati aceasta cura o sa fiti mult mai energic. Asta fiindca fructul este una dintre cele mai importante surse de vitamina C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca... Lamaia este un bun remediu impotriva negilor. Astfel, lasati coaja a doua lamai sa stea intr-o cana de otet tare timp de opt zile si puneti pe neg, sub leucoplast, o bucata de vata imbibata cu aceasta solutie de doua ori pe zi. O sa scapati cat de curand de neg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macesele au un rol important in respiratia celulelor. Practic, ceaiul de macese ajuta organismul sa functioneze la paramentri normali. Fiindca este bogat in saruri minerale, ceaiul are un rol diuretic. Este recomandat in special persoanelor cu afectiuni hepatice si renale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uleiul de masline ajuta la vindecarea gastritei si a ulcerului. El poate fi folosit si ca laxativ, luand o lingura seara la culcare. Pentru entorse si dureri reumatismale se fac frectii cu ulei de masline amestecat cu usturoi pisat. Folosit permanent, uleiul de masline ajuta la dizolvarea pietrelor din bila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uleiul de peste ajuta la cresterea rezistentei inimii si asta fiindca scade simtitor colesterolul. Totodata, ajuta la circulatia sangelui si incetineste procesul de imbatranire, distrugand toxinele din organism. Consumat cu regularitate, uleiul de peste linisteste sistemul nervos, ne ajuta sa dormim profund si sa facem fata stresului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai multa vitamina C decat in portocale se gaseste in kiwi. Totodata, are toate tipurile de fibra, ceea ce ajuta la prevenirea cancerului si a bolilor de inima. Fiindca este bogat in cupru, kiwi ajuta la intarirea sistemului imunitar si la dezvoltarea creierului. De retinut ca toate proteinele, vitaminele si mineralele se gasesc in seminte si nu in pulpa fructului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datorita grasimilor pe care le contine, margarina mareste colesterolul. Asta aflam de pe site-ul elefantulverde.ro. Mai mult, ea favorizeaza "rotunjirea" taliei si a feselor. Daca mancati foarte des margarina, aveti toate sansele ca stratul de celulita sa se ingroase. In timp, creierul, inima si sistemul circulator au de suferit din cauza margarinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucul de ardei gras intareste unghiile si parul, deoarece contine siliciu. Este indicat si in colici intestinale, crampe si balonari. De asemenea, ajuta la curatarea petelor inchise de pe piele. Se bea in inghitituri mici, cu 30 de minute inainte de masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mierea de albine zaharisita, pentru a-si reveni complet, se tine pe baia de aburi, dupa care se toarna intr-un alt borcan si se acopera cu capac sau celofan. prima pudra de cacao fusese fabricata pentru prima oara de catre olandezul Coenraad Johannes Van Houten, la Amsterdam, in 1828.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soia contine 40% proteine si 20% grasimi, cu un procent ridicat de calorii, minerale si vitamine. In 500g faina de soia se gasesc 182 g de proteine, in timp ce, in aceeasi cantitate de carne de vaca se gasesc doar 90 g, la peste 80 g, iar la oua 56g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mierea de salcam naturala si mierea de padure (inchisa la culoare) nu se cristalizeaza (solidifica) niciodata. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4657837234595130199?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4657837234595130199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4657837234595130199' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4657837234595130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4657837234595130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/stiati-ca.html' title='Stiati ca ???'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RvInz_1_7xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qFMRxGV5e0w/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2589042730851139097</id><published>2007-09-17T09:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:34:13.151+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezumat'/><title type='text'>Dansez cu tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://socialdance.stanford.edu/syllabi/images/smarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://socialdance.stanford.edu/syllabi/images/smarter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mana stanga se`nclesteaza pe spinarea-i transpirata iar o alta o coboar spre mijlocul albinos si dansez anevoios...&lt;br /&gt;Iar o prind de cap, de par, ii simt pielea umezita, mana dreapta e pe gat... ma refuza ca o doamna, nu o data, nu acum ci in repetate randuri, dar ea STOP tot nu a zis... si-am dansat ca in povesti...Buzele-mi sunt iar aproape, fruntea e lipita iar, s-o sarut ? de ce as face-o, e doar un dans armonios...&lt;br /&gt;Pasiune si tandrete! Pielea-i susura la atingeri nemiloase, o simt! isi doreste! imi doresc dansul nostru fara rost !&lt;br /&gt;Iar o prind si iar imi prinde capul plin de bautura, ma atrage, ii trag capul, fruntile's unite `acum. Nasul aruncat in vant imi atinge al meu obraz, buzele ne sunt fierbinti, sunt lipite si ravnesc dupa acel prea mic sarut si iar pleaca, iar m-a propii...&lt;br /&gt;Am jucat si am dansat printre flash-uri de lumina, corpurile lipicioase, transpirate si mancate de sudoarea trupului si de patima sorocului... si-am plecat cu chiu cu vai... ca un somn prelung de mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2589042730851139097?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2589042730851139097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2589042730851139097' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2589042730851139097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2589042730851139097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/dansez-cu-tine.html' title='Dansez cu tine'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8209873698937256762</id><published>2007-09-17T08:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:51:51.727+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><title type='text'>I'm his GodFather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.f6.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a2z9585c68b/58/__hr_/5d4f.jpg?mgoih7GBuUuEu9gS"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://us.f6.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a2z9585c68b/58/__hr_/5d4f.jpg?mgoih7GBuUuEu9gS" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aseara sunt nas... cu acte'n regula ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am botezat un prea frumos copil... Sunt tatal lui spiritual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt nas... cu acte'n regula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mersi,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8209873698937256762?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8209873698937256762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8209873698937256762' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8209873698937256762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8209873698937256762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-his-godfather.html' title='I&apos;m his GodFather'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7559323175986305755</id><published>2007-09-15T03:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:22:16.316+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personale'/><title type='text'>La lumina lumanarii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rusts6Z07XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QmNJjzBj8oE/s1600-h/74d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rusts6Z07XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QmNJjzBj8oE/s200/74d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110228451797036402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O seara linistita dupa o zi agitata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Pe masuta se ivesc, si se arata cateva lumanari mici... Ea pleaca si dispare din umbra formata de lumina becurilor lasand in urma cuvintele ce le-am digerat usor... Le-am luat, le-am aranjat si-am ornat camera cu lumina vaga ce tresarea din micile pahare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    A venit intr-un final... pasind usor, parca cu grija, fara sa grabeasca lucrurile, fara sa vrea sa faca valuri ce ar putea disturba sau deranja flacarile ce ard pe ici pe colo, prin cotlonuri...  cu mana stanga m-a atins usor, mi-a luat trupul si mi l-a intins pe patul afanat, cu dreapta a inceput sa-mi dezveleasca trupul... Uleiul pe care l-a cuprins intre palme s-a scurs la inceput usor printre degete si s-a mulat pe trup inca de la prima lui atingere. Palmele ei blande s-au plimbat peste al meu corp  imbibat cu mireasma fina a uleiului caldut... Masajul s-a transformat usor, usor intr-o mangaiere perpetua a plapandelor ei maini, afundandu-mi incinsul corp intr-un abis de placeri si de trairi cutremuratoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Una bucata candela mirositoare, ceva mai rasarita si-a dat drumul la aroma placuta, aroma ce frumos ne-a invaluit precum o panza fina de pamuca ce a lasat valul de placeri sa curga precum un parau care se scurge usor la vale, fara graba... Fara vorbe, fara toane, doar sarutul de pe umar, muscaturile usoare de pe gat au lasat de inteles ca... Si ea e pe spate, eu pe ea si-am ajuns sa-mi plimb greoaiele palme peste ale ei frumoase forme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Atmosfera se incinge si mai tare ea e toata doar un geamat, nu respira! Nu tresare! sanii's fermi, sfarcurile's tari ca de piatra ca de dor... Iar cobor o mana'n jos, nu-mi dau seama si iar urla de placere si de dor, capul e pe spate iarasi ma infig si il sarut mai adanc si mai adanc, mai rapid... In ritmul nostru, eu pe ea si ea pe mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 98px; height: 83px;" src="http://fleurdelyscandles.com/shop/images/candles2.jpg" mce_src="http://fleurdelyscandles.com/shop/images/candles2.jpg" alt="" align="left" border="" hspace="" vspace="" /&gt;    Un carcel aici... Acum? Ah si urlu de placere si ea geme de durere... O durere de placere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Si ne pierdem gandurile, iar privirile ne sclipesc la lumina lumanarii ce-a ramas sa ne vegheze, in momente efemere`in care trupurile noastre goale se cufunda intre ele, se lipsesc, se contopesc si raman acolo... zabovesc noapte de noapte... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/zapa/6b3e87ed8e2ee7"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_6b3e87ed8e2ee7(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7559323175986305755?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7559323175986305755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7559323175986305755' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7559323175986305755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7559323175986305755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-lumina-lumanarii.html' title='La lumina lumanarii'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rusts6Z07XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QmNJjzBj8oE/s72-c/74d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3506982518656669147</id><published>2007-09-11T11:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:39:33.979+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personale'/><title type='text'>Dedicata tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuZTTWIZGEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jI0TTPe3LaU/s1600-h/post-1-1144971004_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuZTTWIZGEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jI0TTPe3LaU/s200/post-1-1144971004_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108862419121805378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Invata sa cunosti oamenii printre oameni si invata sa meditezi asupra lor in singuratate. Invata ce inseamna tihna in tacere.&lt;br /&gt;Nu trece prin zorii zilei fara sa vezi razele de soare ce-ti zambesc pline de candoare. Nu trece prin zorii zilei fara sa observi buna cafea ce-ti rade`n fata ! Treci, te duci si umblii aiurea fara zambet, fara tine.&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger fara aripi, mergi, umblii si te rogi ca un muritor de rand si nu-ti pasa si nu vrei zambetul sa ti-l arati ! Nu zambesti, nu esti zambita, omori clipa ta zorita ! Prietenii parcati`s monstrii, toti doresc sa-ti fure umbra, nu observi, nu vrei sa vezi ca iti fura visele, ca iti fura morile, cele ce iti dau putere, cele ce te tin in viata. Iar aici apar si ei... unul, altul si iar altul...&lt;br /&gt;Ei iti spun ca-s cei mai buni, nu cuvinte, fapte, gesturi iti arata si-ti ofera.. poate doar o`mbratisare, poate`un zambet ce se duce usor la vale... Tot ei sunt cei ce moartea ti-ar fura, tot ei sunt nenorociti mici pitici ce-ti sunt langa umarul tau greu, la nevoie, la amar sa ti-l ia sa ti-l doboare, iar nu vrei sa crezi ca-s dornici sa le plangi amaraciunea.&lt;br /&gt;Soarele apune seara si te mangaie usor pe obrajii tai fierbinti, pe-ale tale aripi dulci !&lt;br /&gt;Iar nu vezi ca ti-a zambit, ca te-a`ncins necontenit ! Cand te pui in pat usor si inchizi ochii`n amor, un amor de noapte buna`n care luna`ti canta`n struna, sa-ti aduci aminte draga, scumpa, prea frumoasa fata, ca toti cei ce i-ai crezut morti, pierduti si ingropati, tot pe rand te rastignesc si te urca`n gandul lor doar cu`n dor...un dor d`amor... Un amor placut si viu... un amor ce s-ar numi o prietenie rara ce n-ai cum ca s-o mai strangi, visele sa le aprinzi...&lt;br /&gt;Drept urmare, prea iubita pamanteana... cand te culci... adu-ti aminte, doar de dulcele cuvinte de la`ai tai prieteni veseli, nu uita ! Zorii zilei sa-i intampini cu prisos si cu un zambet candoros, iar ziua-ti va zambi la loc caci ce oferi din zorii zilei vei primii`napoi tot in timpul acelei zile...&lt;br /&gt;De la mine pentru tine, scumpa mea "prietena" iti doresc un vis frumos sa-l traiesti armonios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3506982518656669147?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3506982518656669147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3506982518656669147' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3506982518656669147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3506982518656669147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/dedicat-tie.html' title='Dedicata tie'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuZTTWIZGEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jI0TTPe3LaU/s72-c/post-1-1144971004_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8016907455061725344</id><published>2007-09-10T11:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:48:33.844+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Preludiul unei aventuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuT9MWIZGCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Seaz2iNchjE/s1600-h/She_Anticipates_by_girltripped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108486265886021666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuT9MWIZGCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Seaz2iNchjE/s200/She_Anticipates_by_girltripped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vantul imi trece prin par si-mi mangaie obrajii atat de aspriti, atat de ne ingrijiti... Soarele tresare din cand in cand printre dragonii de abur, fumul gri ce se asterne peste crestetu-mi umed de atatea ganduri negre. Si nu vreau, nu vreau sa pierd momentele abramburite alaturi de cei ce rad aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vad, ma inspira, ma face sa-mi doresc prea multe lucruri, prea multe pentru ale mele negre ganduri. Si-o privesc, imi pierd privirea printre pletele-i batand, imi doresc, o mangaiere, un sarut un pic prelung si-as vrea sa nu se mai termine acest lung, prelung preludiu... Preludiul unei aventuri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8016907455061725344?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8016907455061725344/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8016907455061725344' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8016907455061725344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8016907455061725344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/preludiul-unei-aventuri.html' title='Preludiul unei aventuri'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuT9MWIZGCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Seaz2iNchjE/s72-c/She_Anticipates_by_girltripped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-204965543802439179</id><published>2007-09-09T05:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:00:23.400+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Nunta cu peripetii</title><content type='html'>Sa-mi bag toate picioarele...&lt;br /&gt;Ia mireasa adun-o de pe jos... fura mireasa suie mireasa in masina!&lt;br /&gt;Si-a tras stanga de volan...&lt;br /&gt;Masina facuta praf ! Ochelaristu drq !&lt;br /&gt;Ditamai nunta... &lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi bag toate picioarele !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuNKeGIZGBI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ho_ARca9ijw/s1600-h/Camelia__by_Jononono%5B1%5D-755918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuNKeGIZGBI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ho_ARca9ijw/s320/Camelia__by_Jononono%5B1%5D-755918.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108008283270617106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-204965543802439179?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/204965543802439179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=204965543802439179' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/204965543802439179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/204965543802439179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/bag-toate-picioarele.html' title='Nunta cu peripetii'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuNKeGIZGBI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ho_ARca9ijw/s72-c/Camelia__by_Jononono%5B1%5D-755918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3260654565046082222</id><published>2007-09-06T19:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:54:33.502+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuAwumIZGAI/AAAAAAAAANo/hT72ZcOFlLU/s1600-h/hello_again!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuAwumIZGAI/AAAAAAAAANo/hT72ZcOFlLU/s200/hello_again!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107135554506004482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare-sar-car fi cam prea tarziu sa-mi cer iertare, dar asta nu face obiectul discutiei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit duios în ochii ei, cer putina indurare... Ma poate transforma in ce vrea si pot sa ma transform in ceea ce vreau !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ? &lt;br /&gt;NU !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3260654565046082222?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3260654565046082222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3260654565046082222' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3260654565046082222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3260654565046082222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RuAwumIZGAI/AAAAAAAAANo/hT72ZcOFlLU/s72-c/hello_again!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8054387983469769555</id><published>2007-09-05T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:56:43.720+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Amazing dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X76ZIGQgBWg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X76ZIGQgBWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/2423816418300866163-8054387983469769555?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8054387983469769555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8054387983469769555' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8054387983469769555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8054387983469769555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazing-dance.html' title='Amazing dance'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4308749895352478976</id><published>2007-09-04T20:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:33:08.082+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timp'/><title type='text'>Timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tragi de timp de parcă'ar fi elastic... Îl întinzi peste măsură fără să-ţi pese, fără să simţi... Cât?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt2WwWIZF_I/AAAAAAAAANg/mPEjvUTLCkA/s1600-h/ba96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt2WwWIZF_I/AAAAAAAAANg/mPEjvUTLCkA/s200/ba96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106403309826676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treci prin el fără să lase amprenta preţioasă asupra ta şi totuşi... Fiecare secundă contează... Se adună. Construieşte un zid în jurul tău, zid ce falnic se ridică, zid ce te-mbatraneşte fără să-ţi dea de veste că te-îndrepţi către vastele câmpii înmiresmate cu mirosul morţii ce va avea să vină...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O clipită, un minut sau o secundă şi scapai de accidentul nenorocit în care-ai fost implicat şi care te-a paralizat. Un minut mai stăteai, un minut şi flori la cap nu mai aveai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cât laşi să te cuprindă realizezi că devii tot mai înţelept şi totuşi... Niciodată nu-i destul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trece timpul ameţitor, experienţele de-o potriva sau de alta devin amintiri dulci oricât de amare au fost ele, sau devin amare oricât de dulci ţi-au fost atunci... Plăcute clipite ai trăit simţind că trec pe lângă tine ca un tren a grand vitese... Nu vrei să se termine în momentele ce-ţi taie respiraţia vrei să treacă atunci când stai la căpătuiul nenorocitului sau atunci când dragostea te-a lăsat şchiop căci timpul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te poartă peste ele, te lasă doar cu gustul galben al amintirilor plăcute... Are puterea de a comprima sau dilata experienţele ce le trăim şi totuşi... Nu vă faceţi griji căci timpul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le rezolva pe toate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4308749895352478976?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4308749895352478976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4308749895352478976' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4308749895352478976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4308749895352478976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/timp.html' title='Timp'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt2WwWIZF_I/AAAAAAAAANg/mPEjvUTLCkA/s72-c/ba96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-9178334788641424882</id><published>2007-09-04T13:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:40:42.928+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Back home ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt02DWIZF-I/AAAAAAAAANY/hsiyu3nBwKg/s1600-h/78c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt02DWIZF-I/AAAAAAAAANY/hsiyu3nBwKg/s200/78c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296983616296930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In sfarsit acasa, la locul in care toate problemele parca dispar, se pierd in orizontul din fata-mi palida de atata drum strabatut si atata caldura suportata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut si ziua in care am imbatranit cu inca un an, a trecut ziua in care mesajele si telefoanele au curs ca'n gara de nord si nu simt, nu vreau sa simt cum trece timpul peeste crestetu-mi batut de atata drum, vant dar mai ales de ganduri si idei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste scuzele de rigoare, peste dobitocenia ce-am facut pare ca am trecut si totusi o urma de durere si de nesimtire inca se asterne peste capul meu plecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze, inca odata, dragata, scumpa fata, nu meritai asta... sper sa ma poti ierta intr-o zi cu soare si cu 2 dimineti, sper sa vezi partea buna a lucrurilor ce le-am facut impreuna, cele ce ti-au adancit sufletul si mai mult in vise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze, iarasi... sper sa ma poti ierta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-9178334788641424882?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/9178334788641424882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=9178334788641424882' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/9178334788641424882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/9178334788641424882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-home.html' title='Back home ...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rt02DWIZF-I/AAAAAAAAANY/hsiyu3nBwKg/s72-c/78c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2841413765725446212</id><published>2007-08-21T00:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:34:08.256+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><title type='text'>Ploi de stele şi ultima întrevedere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rsoy8mIZF8I/AAAAAAAAANI/3WzPBEOfutA/s1600-h/girlonbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rsoy8mIZF8I/AAAAAAAAANI/3WzPBEOfutA/s400/girlonbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100945544559794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;În miez de noapte stau cu ea în braţe şi mă uit cum câte una mai străpunge bolta luminând câte un pic valurile care bat la ale noastre picioare reci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mângâierile intense pline de răsfăţ mă fac să vreau, ne fac să vrem să nu se termine, să se piardă în bezna ce ne înconjoară, să ne cuprindă un amor rarefiat, să încinga trupurile reci de pe nisipul fin în care stăm domol şi povestim. Respirând sacadat am încetat să pierdem şi să ne furăm câte un sărut căci somnul dulce-amarui vine şi saşează' lansând-uşi urma anevoioasă pe ploapele ce cad uşor în priviri pline de candoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umblă precum o diva parcă în cămaşă de noapte fără luna fără spirit înconjurată doar de valul braţelor mele care nu-şi mai termină prelunga îmbrăţişare în care ea... Perfect se potriveşte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stăm, privim şi ne uităm în cu ochii noi comunicăm şi nu vrem, nu vrem să plecăm din paradisul nisipos şi iar tresare câte un sărut armonios... Ştim că's ultimele săruturi şi îmbrăţişări ce-şi au loc pe o plajă şi nu se-ndură să-mi dea drumul... Încă-odată şi-ncă odată...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am zburat spre casa lăsând în urmă amintiri dulci ale nopţilor brazdăte cu mici focuri albe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2841413765725446212?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2841413765725446212/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2841413765725446212' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2841413765725446212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2841413765725446212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ploi-de-stele-i-ultima-ntrevedere.html' title='Ploi de stele şi ultima întrevedere'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rsoy8mIZF8I/AAAAAAAAANI/3WzPBEOfutA/s72-c/girlonbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5438440598150682932</id><published>2007-08-04T03:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:13:35.924+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/37/__sr_/4a88.jpg?mgwK9sGBq7mPnnl7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/37/__sr_/4a88.jpg?mgwK9sGBq7mPnnl7" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sunt doar unul. Sunt totusi cineva. Nu pot sa fac totul de unul singur, dar pot face ceva. Si daca nu pot face totul, nu voi refuza sa fac ceea ce-mi sta in putinta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5438440598150682932?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5438440598150682932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5438440598150682932' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5438440598150682932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5438440598150682932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunt-doar-unul.html' title=''/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7874161662098563874</id><published>2007-07-31T14:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:07:51.751+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerian'/><title type='text'>Bungeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1sQHkuDvvk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1sQHkuDvvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/2423816418300866163-7874161662098563874?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7874161662098563874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7874161662098563874' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7874161662098563874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7874161662098563874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/bungeeeeeee.html' title='Bungeeeeeee'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1751013703857569532</id><published>2007-07-30T16:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:13:45.234+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Gazda de acum, orasul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rq3j7Q-GZQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9TRe_eNXi6g/s1600-h/93b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rq3j7Q-GZQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9TRe_eNXi6g/s200/93b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092977360933119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un oras nou imbracat intr-o vechime vaga… Trec pe strazi si observ cladirile vechi ce stau inaltate maiestuos in fata timpului ce s-a scurs printe caramizile usor umede de o ploaie stinsa cu putin timp in urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Deodata in minte curg imagini din secolele ce-au apus; intr-o epoca in care femelie purtau rochii exagerat de pompoase si palarii bogate’n ornamente, frumoase’n sinea lor de-atunci...&lt;br /&gt;Barbatii… niste domni rafinati exceland printr-o educatie atent aleasa exaland gesturi perfecte, saluta doamnele intr-o maniera admirabila, se apleaca usor, in semn politicos, cuprinzand palaria stralucitor de neagra si usor prea inalta, o coboara gratios catre piept intr-o maniera ce emana perfectiune demna de admirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Trasuri trec pe strazile confuz luminate de un soare dulce, pe margini mladiosi arbori se ridica cu ale lor flori viu colorate ce-ti aduc aminte de-o primavara placuta atunci cand oamenii’s prea preocupati de noua zi si de faptul ca’ar trebui sa se bucure ceva mai mult... de sansa vietii, de-un trai vadit, pe care Dumnezeu l-a dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Trasuri de boieri si boierite incarca strazile cu mersul lor usor catre intalnirile cu ortacii ce-si omoara timpul prin gramezile de voci adunate in piata ce s’asterne in fata-mi. Este o atmosfera vesela in centrul orasului inca pur populat de suflete tinere gata sa infrunte cu vrednicie orice greutate ce viata le propune, atunci cand timpul acestei zile marca momentele cu gratie fixand cate o poza galbuie uitata de lume prin cine stie ce sertare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Centru. Doar centru! In celelalte cartiere dainuie si oameni cu palarii ponosite, rapanoase si murdare, pe care le poti citi greul zilei. Femei ce-si au grija copiilor mereu zglobii, ca ei sa nu-si faca elan catre strazile neprietenoase. Toti viseaza la acea posibilitate de a trai un pic mai bine si de a asigura viitorul familiilor infometate de saracia in care-si duc amarul. Altii prefera sa-si clateasca ochii in vitrinele cofetariei din colt, iar cu un pic curaj si multa daruinta sa mai roada usor dintr-o prajitura mult visata atunci cand isi mai permit din cand in cand cate una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Anii au trecut in zbor si iata ca-am ajuns si in orasul nou unde cateva cladiri moderne sunt inca in faza de constructie umbrind constructiile vechi, acum in curs de renovare. Cele mai breze dintre ele si-au pastrat aerul ce miroase acum a trecut. In acest nou oras, parcurile sunt ceva mai multe si mai bine amenajate as zice eu, ah... doar daca as fi trait in vremurile acum apuse... iar mini-magazine cu marfa noua sau usor expirata parca duc dorul de o bagare in seama in momentele in care tinerii domni precum si cei mai in varsta cu un aer suparat si preocupat de cine stie ce nu le baga in seama... rar mai vezi pe aici cate unul cu vreo figura vesela si cu pofta acuta viata clocotind de placerea clipelor ce-i joaca in juru-i. Acum, juns in acele locuri unde oamenii poposesc pe strazi si cersesc din lacomia semenilor lor, poate poate le ofera careva...un adapost…ceva iubire... o atentie... orice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Totul e nou si e schimbat…dar nu pot uita imaginile ce s-au scurs ceva mai derveme prim mine si observ ca acest oras nu mai are puritatea de odinioara. Acum e poluat de masinile ce zumzaie pe strazile inghesuite de numarul lor mereu in crestere, de toxicitatea oferita de motoarele zgomotoase si ceva mai toxice decat bicicletele sau tramvaiele. Deasupra lui se ridica un nor ce-ti musca de retina afectata de negreala si grosimea lui, vizibil de la kilometri distanta de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Aceasta zi se termina cu apusul soarelui, cerul este invadat de mii de nuante de rosiatice care iti fura toata atentia si iti ureaza un usor somn usor avand grija sa-ti trimita si o raza dulce, sa te pazeasca pe parcursul noptii pana cand va fii inlocuita de cea a regelui din zorii zilei urmatoare... Vise placute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1751013703857569532?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1751013703857569532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1751013703857569532' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1751013703857569532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1751013703857569532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/gazda-de-acum-orasul.html' title='Gazda de acum, orasul...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rq3j7Q-GZQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9TRe_eNXi6g/s72-c/93b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5504985500803175043</id><published>2007-07-29T13:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:38:55.750+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Prin adancuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urechea dreapta ma trage'n jos... Acelasi chef prapadit pentru un mare &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx3Pw-GZKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DcvqvQRmUbA/s1600-h/IMG_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx3Pw-GZKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DcvqvQRmUbA/s200/IMG_1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092576391376299170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nimic si totusi... am plecat cu ei la ceva km de oras. Vantul bate din spate, masina zboara fara grseala catre minunatul loc. Un jaratic incins, un mic gratar... "sa va stea-n gat" si incredibil... dupa juma' de ora unii au plecat...&lt;br /&gt;Startul s-a dat, cuvite grele au inceput sa curga, toata lumea e pe jos de ras... bautura e in floare si-un frig cumplit a invaluit sterpa vale de acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Cate-o bucata de foc mai izbucnea din cand in cand reusind oarecum sa ne mentina spiritul cald, adormit si prigonit...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx4tw-GZLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-vOUC2COy9Q/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx4tw-GZLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-vOUC2COy9Q/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092578006284002482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea s'mbracat si am urcat pe-un deal anevoios, plin de capcane si sicane ce-au reusit din cand in cand sa ne mai faca cate-o farsa incercand sa rupa umorul asezat peste ale noastre capete plecate mai mereu... In zvaicaierile noastre acute si umplute de mirare caci pe dealurile impietreite lumina nu aveam si-un .... "trosc" !&lt;br /&gt;A picat fix langa mine, pe burta, urat! cu o piatra sub barbie reuseste oarecum sa tipe: N-am varsat bere... si iar am izbucnit in ras cu totii uitand de greul ce s-a asternut in fata noastra...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx5wg-GZMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aT2dVaCO_8w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx5wg-GZMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aT2dVaCO_8w/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092579153040270530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mic intrand si am patruns. In pestera. O caverna plina de rahat umed unde liliecii isi duc nooptile zgomotoae agatati cu capu'n jos. Bezna totala. Lumina putina. Deloc interesant acest aspect. Dam la o parte perdeaua neagra cu cateva brichete, 2 aparate foto 1 lanterna si-un mic felinar si ne aventuram inauntru... mai adanc.&lt;br /&gt;Gropi adanci , stanci joase ne inconjurau si ne urmareau lasandu-ne fara respiratie din cand in cand atunci cand cu greu mai depaseam cate un moment in care si cea mai mica greseala&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx7JQ-GZNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mdUqkIefEpo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx7JQ-GZNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mdUqkIefEpo/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092580677753660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de-o faceai, fara maini si picioare rupte nu mai ieseai...&lt;br /&gt;Am intrat vreo 14. In capat am ajuns vreo 8! Restu? Acolo tigari s-au aprins, el sprijinit de un perete l-a agatat. Era paros si mic cu membrane moi, de catifea, semana cu'n sobolan... si-a luat zboru intrigat si deranjat de noi reusind sa-i dea mari batai ale inimii si palpitatii in toate extremele din gura-i un ametit strigat de disperare a tresarit puternic!&lt;br /&gt;Drumul la intors, noi 2... vitejii satului am coborat printre-o mica si intunecata gaurica fara sa stim ce'avea sa ne astepte. 8 metrii mai&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx7kQ-GZOI/AAAAAAAAALA/0dKrPjGB1hU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx7kQ-GZOI/AAAAAAAAALA/0dKrPjGB1hU/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092581141610128610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; incolo si m-am pus pe burta, sa intru primul intr-un mic si`ngust canal unde n-aveai loc sa-ti misti decat mainile pe langa corp.&lt;br /&gt;In spatele meu s`aude - "ba m-am blocat sa-mi..." si-a reusit ! A intrat dupa mine tot in teava murdara de rahat de liliac cu picioarele, dar si cu capul inainte !!!... Radeam cu lacrimi de isprava ce-a facut-o, mi-am continuat taras drumul prin mozolul de acolo dupa ce-a reusit sa se intinda. Eu pe burta capu`n fata, el pe spate, picioarele inainte... Filmele cu prosti... Stan si Bran...! Noi am reusit! Gauri de piatra s`asterneau sub noi periculos de&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx76Q-GZPI/AAAAAAAAALI/bppp4QBHRRg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx76Q-GZPI/AAAAAAAAALI/bppp4QBHRRg/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092581519567250674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; frumos! Am escaladat peretii innegriti de umezeala si de alte cele si-am iesit... la suprafata.&lt;br /&gt;Panta abrupta, pietris si bolovani s`asterneah in fata noastra! jos, pe vine si da-i bataie. De neoprit pana jos am fost noi cand ne-am inceput durerosul coboras...&lt;br /&gt;E timpul pentru o refacere... sa dorm... Cu rasaritul inca in gand mi-am inchis incet ploapele si...&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5504985500803175043?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5504985500803175043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5504985500803175043' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5504985500803175043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5504985500803175043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/prin-adancuri.html' title='Prin adancuri'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rqx3Pw-GZKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DcvqvQRmUbA/s72-c/IMG_1589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5453845259367538456</id><published>2007-07-28T12:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:04:47.963+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoratorii de publicitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGoA-GZII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAQWEXhE0fE/s1600-h/93b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGoA-GZII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAQWEXhE0fE/s200/93b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092171088197477506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lumina imi strapunge ochiul !&lt;br /&gt;Urechea surda rade la auzul cuvintelor hilare ametind imaginatia, gura e uscata de respiratia sacadata... Rad ametitor de tare !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5453845259367538456?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5453845259367538456/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5453845259367538456' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5453845259367538456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5453845259367538456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/devoratorii-de-publicitate.html' title='Devoratorii de publicitate'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGoA-GZII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAQWEXhE0fE/s72-c/93b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-693358396659592156</id><published>2007-07-28T12:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:04:01.240+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolnav'/><title type='text'>Dureri atroce !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGdA-GZHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vDdNitTzHMA/s1600-h/1f71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGdA-GZHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vDdNitTzHMA/s200/1f71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092170899218916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un cutit incins imi strapunge urechea dreapta. Nu pot sa ma misc, sunt legat de-un pat de fier pe care tepii stau si-mi dreg corpul. Nu pot sa tip, nu pot sa zbier; un caus innecacios imi infunda gatul uscat ! Nauc ma trezesc din cosmarul in care puternic am sangerat, cu o mana pe ureche cu o alta tineam capul sa nu fuga, picioarele`s fierbinti; stau in fund si nu stiu ce se`ntampla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se trezeste cu mine alaturi fara sa poate sa`nteleaga ce s`ntampla... Un sfat prietenesc: "dute la doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Pe holurile spitalului bolnaviciosii oameni isi duc amarul de pe`o zi pe alta imbracati in vesnicele pijamale dungate... stau s`asteapta o sanatate ce abia se taraste spre ori dinspre ei catre o alta lume care incepe sa prinda contur in ochii lor marcati de cearcanele negricios marit de timp...&lt;br /&gt;Intru in cabinetul marcat de-un alb imaculat, o asistenta imbracata in mirosul specific de spital, miros ce unora greata le provoaca pe cand altii il adora. Doctorita... o blonda tunsa scurt mereu afisand un zambet chiar si`n cele mai delicate ceasuri... mi-a facut situatia mai usoara printr-un moment marcat de-o ironie invioratoare.&lt;br /&gt;Plec usor speriat, mai mult enervat de situatia creata, orele trec sacadat pe ceasul de la mana, in minte fixand ora la care trebuie sa iau enervantele pastile...&lt;br /&gt;Capul mi-e strapuns de dureri infioratoare, maxilarul e usor intepenit, capul ma doar un pic, n-am chef de nimic ! Ma duc sa dorm ! Insanatosire grabnica tuturor celor care au... nevoie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-693358396659592156?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/693358396659592156/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=693358396659592156' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/693358396659592156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/693358396659592156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/dureri-atroce.html' title='Dureri atroce !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqsGdA-GZHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vDdNitTzHMA/s72-c/1f71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5837814121871162174</id><published>2007-07-26T16:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:57:10.085+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constanta'/><title type='text'>Ultima oara cand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqjSTA-GZGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AiEKVqmXXRc/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqjSTA-GZGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AiEKVqmXXRc/s200/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091550602862158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am plecat cu el si cu ea in calatoria ce avea sa-mi schimbe perspectiva despre mine, despre ei... asa zisi prieteni ce sunt acolo pentru mine cand am nevoie. El e prezentabil, ca intotdeauna. Un zeu e pe pamant, umbla printre muritori exaland orgoliu, fara sa-i pese de ziua de maine. Trecem induplecati prin viata plecand capul la sfaturile lui intotdeauna drepte, fara ocolisuri, fara menajamente asteptand ceva... ce? Un semn de bunavointa din partea nosatra... muritorii !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ea e deasemenea. O prezisa fecioarace calca pe pamant cu gratie, lasand in urma fire de dragoste ce cad si se ofilesc atunci cand tuna si fulgera in sufletu-i mare si bogat cu dorinte altruiste...&lt;br /&gt;"Nu ne mai trageti pe dreapta"...! Prietenei mele ii este rau. Bun... consemnat.... Semnati va rog. Se uita ciudat la mine, parca's venit din alta lume, nu-i vine a crede... sa-i dau o mica explicatie ? Sa incerc sa-l lamuresc? Stiti... Stiu ca ar fi trebuit sa fiu nervos si suparat, dar daca am posibilitatea sa fiu fericit si fara... de ce as opta invers?&lt;br /&gt;Tot nedumerit... gandul imi sopteste usor"eh... se prinde el mai tarziu..."&lt;br /&gt;Plecam in tromba fara sa ne pese! De ce ne-ar fi pasat ?&lt;br /&gt;Pe acolo, lume multa, lume buna, lume proasta... cald si uscat se prezinta pamantul ce se intinde in fata noastra, iar pe plaja ne intalnim cu un amic... nimic interesant n-avea sa-mi spuna. Mergeam alaturi de ei, ea mai rupe din cand in cand distanta ce s'asterne intre noi, mai pune un brat in juru-mi, mai pipaie un pic corpul incins de vremea torida, mai fac cate o gluma...&lt;br /&gt;Un moment de liniste se asterne in galagia din mica statiune, senetele ne ocoleau, nimic n-a parut real atunci cand privirile ei odata ucigatoare s-au transformat in cele mai duioase cristale ce priveau direct in ochii mei grei. Buzele carnoase se apropie de mine parca cu viteza luminii... defapt sunt incete in ritmul alert in care alearga catre mine...&lt;br /&gt;Aveam s-o revedem pe seara si iar pleac ... ! Ma pierd in aglomeratia ce s-asterne in fata cladirilor pline de sunete ciudate...&lt;br /&gt;Ah ce vremuri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5837814121871162174?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5837814121871162174/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5837814121871162174' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5837814121871162174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5837814121871162174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ultima-oara-cand.html' title='Ultima oara cand...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqjSTA-GZGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AiEKVqmXXRc/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7030014868041376206</id><published>2007-07-24T03:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T03:49:29.271+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezumat'/><title type='text'>Noaptea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqVMhA-GZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d13vl8yaYCg/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqVMhA-GZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d13vl8yaYCg/s200/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090559083892073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa testam ?&lt;br /&gt;Ai chef?&lt;br /&gt;Nu?&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa mergem !&lt;br /&gt;Coboram in noapte catre inmensa mare ce s'asterne in fata noastra, vantul ne sopteste cuvinte calduroase in recile momente ce-au strapuns ale noastre fiinte cu mii de ace reci, destramandu-ne dorinta de a ne scalda iarasi asa cum am facut-o in multe alte dati.&lt;br /&gt;Putina munca de lamurire si ne aventuram. Un fior extrem de rece mi-a coborat pe sirea spinarii candam bagat capul prima data in cea care ma face sa ma simt cu adevarat liber, in mare&lt;br /&gt;Un adevarat joc de lumini s-a aprins in fata mea, o multitudine de bule reflectand lumina inexistente a lunii in lipsa. Nu stiu ce's dar nu conteaza... reflecta puternic in noapte, sub apa, un superb joc gratuit oferit acolo, in mare, sub apa...&lt;br /&gt;Prind rasaritul de coada cu un mare zambet pe buze rabufnind din cand in cand in mici hohote. Vorbisem un pic mai devreme cu ea... si-am ras, cu pofta... amandoi... !&lt;br /&gt;Frumoasa noapte, placuta companie, superb rasarit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7030014868041376206?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7030014868041376206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7030014868041376206' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7030014868041376206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7030014868041376206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/noaptea.html' title='Noaptea...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqVMhA-GZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d13vl8yaYCg/s72-c/IMG_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-249508533908643399</id><published>2007-07-22T05:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:35:45.876+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Dragoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqUfCg-GZEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Df_k1brHnlU/s1600-h/6709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqUfCg-GZEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Df_k1brHnlU/s200/6709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090509081882813506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma asteapta... Nimic nou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plec cu el catre o diferita lume... "O sa fie ceata." Si el tace.&lt;br /&gt;Iesim din orasul inabusit de sezonisti si ne indreptam catre acea diferita lume. Un nor e deasupra. Jos, culcat, nederanjat... Suntem in tunel ! Se lasa usor, urcam catre el, intram intr-un labirint de lumini, geamurile's aburite si merg... Nu dau importanta... Coboram !&lt;br /&gt;Semnul de intrare in oras si STOP! Acolo se opreste jocul de lumini si picaturile de apa ce-au curs usor pe langa noi. Iesim iarasi din oras, intram iarasi in acel labirint de lumini ce-si fac veacul pe aici.&lt;br /&gt;Acolo ceva rasete si cateva impresii schimbate, mici tachinari si-am plecat... "Poate iar se face card in spatele meu."&lt;br /&gt;Stop, dreapta de volan si ne aventuram... Trec de unu, 2 , 3 ... Ei se aliniaza frumos in spatele meu. Mai trec 4 si deja sunt 7; in spatele meu... Aliniati ca un sir de indieni merg in coada! Farurile bat aproape, ceata-i deasta, trecem prin ea... Am format un dragon imens ce-si sufla nasul plin de carbuni, din el iesind fum alb. Trec pe langa mine ca ideile ce ma inconjoara ca un zid, acum si aici sa ma striveasca. Palcurile de fum alb nu inceteaza. Doresc sa ma inghita intru' totu si nu-mi dau pace. Trec prin acest continuu zid exact asa cum trec imaginile apuse ce-mi revin in minte atunci cand imi aduc aminte... de ele... fara sa le pot lasa aparte, fara sa vreau sa le izgonesc; abramburindu-le...&lt;br /&gt;Acum stau si scriu inconjurat de acelasi fum dens, de balaur ce s-a prigonit asupra orasului, cu foile inmuiate'n umezeala. cu pixul pe terminate si privesc...&lt;br /&gt;Peste ceasta joasa de pe mare, usor risipindu-se printre frunzele copacilor ce stau si sug din sucul vietii. Cerul e senin, stelele's aproape, eu scriu alene...&lt;br /&gt;Dor placut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-249508533908643399?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/249508533908643399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=249508533908643399' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/249508533908643399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/249508533908643399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/dragoni.html' title='Dragoni'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqUfCg-GZEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Df_k1brHnlU/s72-c/6709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8667717143368651090</id><published>2007-07-21T12:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:24:30.421+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiozitati'/><title type='text'>SRI secretizeaza prognozele meteo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqHP7Q-GZBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9p8l-VC5Ct4/s1600-h/ab1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqHP7Q-GZBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9p8l-VC5Ct4/s200/ab1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089577670980035602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prognozele meteorologice nu mai pot fi date publicitatii, din ordinul serviciilor de informatii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administratia Nationala de Meteorologie are interdictie de la SRI sa anunte adevaratele prognoze pentru iulie si august. Motivatia instituirii secretului de stat este legata de temperaturile ucigatoare care vor lovi Romania in urmatoarea perioada. De maine , cand termometrele vor depasi 40 de grade, tara coboara in infern, iar autoritatile au intrat, discret, in alerta de gradul zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepand de maine , Romania va fi lovita de cele mai mari temperaturi inregistrate vreodata. Grav este ca aceste temperaturi se vor prelungi pana la sfarsitul lunii august. Se pare ca adevaratul infern va incepe in august, cand mercurul termometrelor o va lua razna. Autoritatile nu stiu la ce sa se astepte, dar se pregatesc pentru ce este mai rau. Administratia Nationala de Meteorologie a devenit o fortareata, iar prognozele transmise ministerelor sunt din ce in ce mai evazive si ambigue. Surse oficiale din cadrul ministerelor responsabile ne-au confirmat ca Romania va traversa cea mai grea perioada din ultima suta de ani. ANM a instituit secretul de stat pentru prognoze, reprezentantii institutiei sustinand ca SRI le-a interzis sa divulge mai multe informatii referitoare la nivelul temperaturilor din urmatoarea perioada. Chiar daca nu sunt foarte clare, perspectivele meteorologice ale vremii in intervalul iulie-august 2007, transmise autoritatilor guvernamentale, au starnit o ingrijorare extrema. Astfel, potrivit adresei oficiale de la ANM, in iulie va fi mai cald decat in mod obisnuit. "In luna lui cuptor, in care valorile normale ale temperaturilor maxime sunt cuprinse intre 21 de grade Celsius si 31 de grade Celsius, cele mai ridicate temperaturi pot depasi 37 de grade. Temperaturile minime normale sunt cuprinse intre 9 grade Celsius si 19 grade Celsius. In sudul tarii si pe litoral vor fi si nopti tropicale, cand temperaturile minime vor depasi 20 grade Celsius. Vor alterna intervalele cu vreme frumoasa si calduroasa cu intervalele in care instabilitatea atmosferica va fi mare. Aceasta se va manifesta prin averse ce pot avea caracter torential, descarcari electrice, caderi de grindina si intensificari ale vantului care pot avea aspect de vijelie. Cantitatile de precipitatii vor fi mai mici decat normele climatologice in cea mai mare parte a tariia??, se arata in prognoza ANM. Si pentru luna august prognoza ANM anunta temperaturi maxime de peste 35 de grade Celsius si nopti tropicale. Totodata, canitatile de precipitatii vor fi predominant deficitare in cea mai mare parte a teritoriului. Informatiile referitoare la codul rosu nu au fost dezvaluite de reprezentantii ANM, acestia multumindu-se sa anunte doar cod portocaliu, cu explicatia ca, atunci cand va fi cazul, vor decreta si codul rosu. Reprezentantii ministerelor implicate se tem insa ca anuntul de cod rosu va veni prea in scurt si nu vor avea timp sa se pregateasca, preferand sa ia masuri din vreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste 50 de grade, in Capitala&lt;br /&gt;Autoritatile se pregatesc intens pentru ziua de maine . Meteorologii au anuntat temperaturi de 40 de grade Celsius, dar acestea pot atinge, in Capitala, din cauza incingerii asfaltului, si 50 de grade Celsius. Totodata, poluarea si lipsa spatiilor verzi vor transforma aerul din Bucuresti intr-unul otravitor pentru locuitori. Personalul Serviciului de Ambulanta a fost suplimentat, iar unitatile de primire urgente din spitale sunt pregatite pentru o avalansa de pacienti. Autoritatile locale au luat masuri pentru distribuirea de apa potabila pentru populatie, incercand sa identifice spatii racoroase unde pot poposi oamenii infierbantati de canicula. Medicii atrag atentia persoanelor varstnice, copiilor si bolnavilor cronici sa nu iasa maine pe strazi, decat daca este absolut necesar si doar la primele ore ale diminetii si seara, dupa ora 18. Posturile de radio si televiziune vor difuza mesaje care sa determine populatia sa se protejeze de temperaturile extreme de maine . Totodata, autoritatile recomanda folosirea metroului si renuntarea la autoturisme, in masura in care este posibil, pentru a reduce nivelul popularii. La solicitarea autoritatilor romane, expertii francezi au transmis sugestii in vederea elaborarii unui plan national pentru canicula. Acestia au recomandat masuri speciale pentru persoanele varstnice, pentru copii si femei insarcinate, pentru bolnavii cronici, persoanele care urmeaza anumite tratamente, precum si cele care sufera de boli psihice. Totodata, expertii francezi au pus accent pe organizarea unui plan de gestionare a deceselor masive, deoarece in cazul temperaturilor extreme numarul mortilor poate atinge cifre uriase. In anul 2003, in Franta, canicula a ucis 15.000 de oameni in doar 10 zile, iar in 2006, s-au inregistrat 2.000 de morti in doua saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schimbari climaterice&lt;br /&gt;Specialistii au estimat ca schimbarile climatice se vor manifesta in tara noastra prin cresterea frecventei zilelor tropicale, dar si prin descresterea numarului de zile de iarna. De asemenea, temperatura medie in timpul verii, precum si temperatura maxima medie vor creste semnificativ. Potrivit scenariilor climatice globale, vom asista la o incalzire in timpul iernii cu aproximativ doua grade Celsius si o incalzire in timpul verii mult mai accentuata, 3,5 grade in nordul Romaniei si 4,3 grade in sud. Totodata, cantitatile de precipitatii se vor diminua in timpul verii. Schimbarile climatice vor determina cresterea nivelului marii, care va pune in pericol zonele de coasta prin eroziune si inundatii, si intensificari ale frecventei aparitiei fenomenelor meteorologice extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomandari pe timp de canicula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventilatoarele, interzise la peste 32 de grade&lt;br /&gt;Evitati, pe cat posibil, expunerea prelungita la soare intre orele 11 a?? 18; Daca aveti aer conditionat, reglati aparatul astfel incat temperatura sa fie cu 5 grade mai mica decat temperatura ambientala; Ventilatoarele nu trebuie folosite daca temperatura aerului depaseste 32 grade Celsius; Daca nu aveti aer conditionat in locuinta, la locul de munca, petreceti 2-3 ore zilnic in spatii care beneficiaza de aer conditionat (cinematografe, spatii publice, magazine); Purtati palarii de soare, haine lejere si ample, din fibre naturale, de culori deschise; Pe parcursul zilei faceti dusuri caldute, fara a va sterge de apa; Beti zilnic intre 1,5 a?? 2 litri de lichide, fara a astepta sa apara senzatia de sete. In perioadele de canicula se recomanda consumul unui pahar de apa (sau echivalentul acestuia) la fiecare 15 a?? 20 de minute. Nu consumati alcool (inclusiv bere sau vin) deoarece acesta favorizeaza deshidratarea si diminueaza capacitatea de lupta a organismului impotriva caldurii; Evitati bauturile cu continut ridicat de cofeina (cafea, ceai, cola) sau de zahar (sucuri racoritoare carbogazoase) deoarece acestea sunt diuretice; Consumati fructe si legume proaspete (pepene galben, rosu, prune, castarveti, rosii) deoarece acestea contin o mare cantitate de apa; O doza de iaurt produce aceeasi hidratare ca si un pahar de apa; Evitati activitatile in exterior care necesita un consum mare de energie (sport, gradinarit etc). Aveti grija de persoanele dependente de voi (copii, varstnici, persoane cu dizabilitati) oferindu-le, in mod regulat lichide, chiar daca nu vi le solicita; Pastrati contactul permanent cu vecini, rude, cunostinte care sunt in varsta sau cu dizabilitati, interesĺndu-va de starea lor de sanatate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresterea temperaturii in locuinte trebuie limitata&lt;br /&gt;Inchideti ferestrele expuse la soare, trageti jaluzelele si/sau draperiile; tineti ferestrele inchise pe toata perioada cat temperatura exterioara este superioara celei din locuinta. Deschideti ferestrele seara tarziu, noaptea si dimineata devreme, provocand curenti de aer, pe perioada cat temperatura exterioara este inferioara celei din locuinta. Stingeti sau scadeti intensitatea luminii artificiale. Inchideti orice aparat electro-casnic de care nu aveti nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperaturile ridicate agreseaza organismul&lt;br /&gt;Daca organismul nu reuseste sa-si mentina temperatura in jur de 37 grade Celsius sau pierderile de apa si saruri nu sunt inlocuite in mod adecvat pot aparea crampele de caldura, insolatia, epuizarea si socul hipertermic.&lt;br /&gt;Crampele de caldura apar la nivelul abdomenului, bratelor, membrelor inferioare, mai ales atunci cand transpiram abundent in timpul unor activitati fizice solicitante. Masuri de luat: incetarea activitatii fizice si repaus in locuri racoroase; activitatile fizice intense se reiau dupa mai multe ore; se recomanda consumarea de sucuri de fructe naturale sau de bauturi energizante diluate cu apa; daca aceste crampe dureaza mai mult de o ora, este necesar consultul medical. Epuizarea datorata caniculei apare dupa cateva zile de canicula si se manifesta prin somnolenta, senzatia de slabiciune si oboseala, somn agitat sau insomnie.Masuri de luat: odihna in locuri racoroase; se recomanda consumarea de sucuri de fructe naturale sau de bauturi energizante diluate cu apa; daca simptomele dureaza mai mult de o ora este necesar consultul medical. Insolatia este data de expunerea directa si prelungita a capului la soare. Se manifesta prin: dureri de cap violente, somnolenta, greata si eventual pierderea cunostintei, febra si uneori arsuri ale pielii. Riscul de a face insolatie este mult mai ridicat la copii. Masuri de luat: evitati expunerea prelungita la soare, mai ales intre orele 11-18; persoana este dusa la umbra si se efectueaza manevre de scadere a temperaturii (se face cat mai multa ventilatie, se uda corpul cu apa si i se dau sa bea lichide). Socul hipertermic este o urgenta medicala. Apare ca urmare a incapacitatii organismului de a-si mentine temperatura normala, aceasta crescand repede, ajungand/depasind 40 grade Celsius. Simptome: pielea este foarte calda, rosie si uscata, dureri de cap violente, dezorienatare si pierderea cunostintei (lesin), eventual convulsii. Masuri de luat: se solicita serviciul de urgente medicale (Salvarea); in asteptare, persoana este dusa la umbra si este udata cu apa rece, asigurandu-se o buna ventilatie. Daca este posibil, persoanei i se face un dus rece. Fara acordarea rapida a ingrijirilor medicale, socul hipertermic poate fi fatal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8667717143368651090?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8667717143368651090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8667717143368651090' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8667717143368651090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8667717143368651090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/sri-secretizeaza-prognozele-meteo.html' title='SRI secretizeaza prognozele meteo!!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RqHP7Q-GZBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9p8l-VC5Ct4/s72-c/ab1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2747795242140928636</id><published>2007-07-18T20:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:45:53.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cineva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rp5RuZmjSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XCcy0ap7fgc/s1600-h/ab3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rp5RuZmjSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XCcy0ap7fgc/s320/ab3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088594486563653810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un debil minal e langa mine, o dorinta urla'n el.. Zice ca-si doreste sa se duca intr-o garsoniera de lemn, intro lume imbracata intr-o forma alba, de marmura, imaculata. Goala, rece, spera el, uitata de lume as zice eu...&lt;br /&gt;S-ar mai face vreodata dimineata ? Ah ! Oare ? Spera ? Nu e el! Cine e ? Nu stie, nu conteaza... A baut un pic cam mult, un pahar peste masura. Ochii lui se zvarcolesc. Limpezi acum, obositi, aproape apusi, cu turturi in priviri, rapusi de un inghet. Un viscol crunt ne da tarcoale. Crancenele maini il inconjoara ca 2 frunze... mici, subtiri, goale, vestejite doar de-un vant acum...&lt;br /&gt;Si vorbeste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2747795242140928636?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2747795242140928636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2747795242140928636' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2747795242140928636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2747795242140928636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/cineva.html' title='Cineva'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rp5RuZmjSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XCcy0ap7fgc/s72-c/ab3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3435326134138855759</id><published>2007-07-15T18:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:59:07.055+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Inca una</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpv4EZmjSII/AAAAAAAAAI4/YaBrjq-uWTw/s1600-h/f4c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpv4EZmjSII/AAAAAAAAAI4/YaBrjq-uWTw/s200/f4c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932958520854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trece un fior de groaza. Trebuie sa plec... Tre' sa ma impart in diferite locuri... Ah deabea astept sa se inventeze teleportarea si la nivelul nostru !&lt;br /&gt;O trilema, un raspuns, nu vine ! Nu-l caut si plec de-acolo... Cu un zambet sublim adorm imbratisand gandurile in bratele-mi imaginare dovedindu-le pe cele de odinioara ce-au impuns adanc in sufletul ei minunat.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! Suna... Dihania ! In cele mai nepotrivite momente; subconstientul functioneaza superb . Telefonu-i pe silent ingropat adanc in radacinile ce-mi reprezinta ale mele maini stangace.&lt;br /&gt;Suna, suna, suna  `s disperat ! Somnul profund periculos e deranjat de-un ciripit... Ah... suna si la usa... ! Usa`i inchisa. Cobor toate picioarele, cad parca de la ultimul etaj zguduindu-mi fiinta, corpul greu se ridica peste norii de lumina, mintea-i ametita de un dor, merg catre o lumina, o usa, ceva...&lt;br /&gt;Deschid, el intra... Un scurt salut, ma bag inapoi in micul loc ce-mi ungea trupul cu caldura pastrata in cearceafurile ametite de mine.&lt;br /&gt;"Hai trezirea" Si nu-l bag in seama ! Da sa se chinuie si nu-i iese..  "Stai ca oricum nu mai dorm..."&lt;br /&gt;Iarasi ma ridic, cu acelasi tonaj de mai devreme...&lt;br /&gt;- "plecam"&lt;br /&gt;- "unde mergem ?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Plecam cu cortu-n ..."&lt;br /&gt;- "......."&lt;br /&gt;- "In 5 minute ne intalnim ...."&lt;br /&gt;- "ok"&lt;br /&gt;- "bafta"&lt;br /&gt;Scormonesc dupa micile lucruri uitate de mine in locuri ascunse. Le gasesc si`s gata. Am plecat !&lt;br /&gt;Le urc in "galbena de odobesti". Simt spiritul cu pleaca iarasi... Libertate !&lt;br /&gt;Mustangul galben da sa manance nemarginitele strazi. Visul de`aseara ma urmeaza indeaproape. Ii arat ceea ce ii promisesem cu putin timp in urma, trecem agale, vantul ne sopteste dulce, pletele's in vant... Stop ! Aici ! "Ma intorc in 10 minute..."&lt;br /&gt;Puzderie de oameni acolo... Gradinita-i toata adunata... Si iarasi in mustang.&lt;br /&gt;4 minute, Frana ! Dreapta ! Luam parca 2 autostopisti negrii de nervi s`ajungem intr-un final... aici...&lt;br /&gt;Primii ? Noi  ? Aici ? Neah... p`aproape... S`nceapa... Si a luat-o din loc... muzica, mancare, bautura... Ma uit fricos, iau un dumicat si ma opresc. Astept altceva. Vine intr-un final glorios... Una bucata si`nca una ... alta vine gratios, ma satur. Boala porcului se instaleaza... mi-e somn! Casc, verfic mail-ul, timpul zboara atragator..., ei jucandu-se frumos, ma trezesc. Am ceva mesaje, dau cateva reply-uri scurte. Imi vorbeste despre.... Isi doreste sa... Si n-am cum aici si acum sa-i explic...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intorc iarasi intr-o oarecare directie... Ne apuca cantatul Din mine ies urlete ametitoare, ei canta ca un cor de pinguini, Urla, zbiara, nu conteaza, ne simtitm cel putin extraordinar. Bautura-i in floare, mancarea-i inca aici, jocul cu copii e scurtat de micile&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpv4I5mjSJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9cmD_LQi7wc/s1600-h/cb2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpv4I5mjSJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9cmD_LQi7wc/s200/cb2d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087933035830266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dansuri ce-au inceput sa prinda contur. Cuvintele iesite din boxe sunt naprasnice, fiecare lovind amintiri si dorinte umplute de cea care vrea ceva, vreau ceva ? ... vrem ceva ?...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt inconjurat de veselie, oameni minunati in inimilei mari, placute si blande, unse de primele raze de soare ce'ncep sa dispara usor in lanurile de porumb ce ne inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;Aici este o ea, o alta ea...  Se uita blajin la mine... Ma mangaie usor, mainile ei imi umbla prin crestet, pe spate, trezeste senzatii. Ma strafulcera un gand, un sentiment, o dorinta, iarasi Aici si Acum !&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc... imi doresc sa... ah... de ce ?! cu cine ?! iarasi telefonul... !&lt;br /&gt;Muzica urla pe aceeasi tonalitate ca si mai devreme, cantecele's din plin, jocul dansului nu se opreste... Dansam impreuna, imi doresc... imi zambeste, rad aiurea, imi clipeste aluziv o lovesc cu dansuri, ma mangaie pe sub tricou, imi pipaie usor corpul si iarasi nu-i raspund. Degeaba ! Nu-mi doresc si nu'ntelege !... ce-mi doresc ? Ce vreau ? Ce stiu ? Stiu ca uit de mine`acum.&lt;br /&gt;Scriu acum alaturi de o torta ce arde fara vlaga cersind putere. Au plecat majoritatea, ramas cu ei, blondele's nenumarat. N-am nimic, dar nu conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;2 ultimi haiduci... am ramas aici. Ne-am dres gandurile disparate, am strans corturile si-am plecat... Pe drum, voie buna, nimic nou ...  Oprim, ii dam jos, pleaca usor, pornim masina... sau nu ! Fum, foc, scantei ! Ba i-ai dat foc ! ce vorbesti ma ?! scoate borna ! da o surubelnita ! Hai s-o'mpingem !&lt;br /&gt;Ai niste scotch ? Izoler band ?! Unde gasim ?! Hai incolo ... !&lt;br /&gt;Scrumul usor l-am curatat, le-am lipit la loc si Mustangul a pornit dinnou ... !&lt;br /&gt;Acasa, o baie in mare, marea rece...&lt;br /&gt;Ah iar mi s-a facut dor de apa... ne vedem pe plaja... cu 2 labe in mana, fara prosop, fara papuci, o sa intru in mare si-o sa dispar... iarasi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3435326134138855759?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3435326134138855759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3435326134138855759' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3435326134138855759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3435326134138855759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/inca-una.html' title='Inca una'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpv4EZmjSII/AAAAAAAAAI4/YaBrjq-uWTw/s72-c/f4c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7714339548894324575</id><published>2007-07-14T05:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:59:00.278+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;Mai lasa-mi o frunza,&lt;br /&gt;Un fir de nisip,&lt;br /&gt;Acum o dorinta&lt;br /&gt;Mai lasa-ma o briza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpg76ZmjSHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ht7WZDpylNY/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpg76ZmjSHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ht7WZDpylNY/s200/IMG_0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086881653606008946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frunza sa cada usor,&lt;br /&gt;Firul scurgandu-se usor,&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta agale se duce&lt;br /&gt;Briza usor sa admita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa vina o unda zorita&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;span&gt;Tags: &lt;span style="display: inline;" id="tag-container-439"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-peT_Ql4hfpkIxtpA.U1B?tag=poezie" rel="nofollow tag"&gt;poezie&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/compose.html?msgid=voNy8KllKP8-" id="edit-tag-439" class="edit-tags"&gt;Edit Tags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7714339548894324575?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7714339548894324575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7714339548894324575' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7714339548894324575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7714339548894324575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/dorinta.html' title='Dorinta'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rpg76ZmjSHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ht7WZDpylNY/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7434224683274338200</id><published>2007-07-13T10:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:15:12.610+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Traduceti in engleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Engleza pentru incepatori: (English for beginners)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traduceti in engleza:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. Trei vrajitoare privesc trei ceasuri Swatch. Care vrajitoare&lt;br /&gt;priveste care ceas Swatch?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Si acum, in engleza:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpfO-JmjSGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lAVM5Z9OZKo/s1600-h/engleza+lb+straine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpfO-JmjSGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lAVM5Z9OZKo/s200/engleza+lb+straine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086761871263090786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.. Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watches&lt;br /&gt;which Swatch watch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Engleza pentru avansati: (advanced English)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traduceti in engleza:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. Trei vrajitoare transsexuale privesc trei butoane pe ceasuri&lt;br /&gt;Swatch Care vrajitoare transsexuala priveste care buton de ceas Swatch?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Si acum in engleza:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.. Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch switches. Which&lt;br /&gt;switched&lt;br /&gt;witch watches which Swatch watch switch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Engleza pentru experti: (English for experts)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traduceti in engleza:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. Trei curve vrajitoare elvetience care doresc sa fie curve&lt;br /&gt;vrajitoare transsexuale elvetience, vor sa priveasca trei butoane pe ceasuri&lt;br /&gt;elvetiene Swatch. Care curva vrajitoare elvetianca - care doreste sa&lt;br /&gt;fie curva vrajitoare&lt;br /&gt;transsexuale elvetianca - vrea sa priveasca care buton de ceas Swatch?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traducerea in engleza:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;. Three swiss witch-bitches, who wish to be switched swiss&lt;br /&gt;witch-bitches,wish to watch three swiss Swatch watch switches. Which swiss&lt;br /&gt;witch-bitch who wishes to be a switched swiss witch-bitch, wishes to watch which&lt;br /&gt;swiss Swatch watch switch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7434224683274338200?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7434224683274338200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7434224683274338200' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7434224683274338200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7434224683274338200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/traduceti-in-engleza.html' title='Traduceti in engleza'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpfO-JmjSGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lAVM5Z9OZKo/s72-c/engleza+lb+straine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3202581485392125567</id><published>2007-07-10T04:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:46:12.818+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Un sentiment... ciudat !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLhL6hgIoI/AAAAAAAAAII/C-r5lrsalkg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 153px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLhL6hgIoI/AAAAAAAAAII/C-r5lrsalkg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085374524059296386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O stare ciudata prezint acum. Stau si scriu de pe marginea unui superb lac. La lumina vaga a farurilor. O bere incet curge prin mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu ma duc...&lt;br /&gt;- Unde ?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu am idee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- In noaptea asta nu o sa dorm, iarasi&lt;br /&gt;Cu mana pe clanta, cd-urile in mana si o zapacita mica imi trimite un mesaj, pe 360.&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur nespus de mult sa o re-aud. 5 mail-uri scurte, multe intrebari si-mi fac avant iarasi ca si'n alte dati; catre un necunoscut. O tinta vaga'n viitorul din fata-mi apropiata ce-o privesc in oglinda inainte sa ies pe usa.&lt;br /&gt;Starea ciudata ce m-a prins inaintea orelor de somn a multora nu-mi da pace si plec cu ea de-acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Pedala de acceleratie imi aluneca sub talpa, prin oras, geamurile's toate jos, fortuna &lt;span style=""&gt;imperatrix mundi e la maxim. 150 Km/h si alerg de nebun pe strazile linistite ce-au fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;st odata umplute de saracimea turistilor ce-au plecat duminica. Fug catre un necunoscut al meu. Soselele-mi dau putere, acceleratia imi da fiori de groaza, curse prin oras cu oameni ce n-au vazut un zapacit pana acum cu m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uzica simfonica la volan sa fie in stare de asa ceva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLhkahgIpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zc2_VTDP2es/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLhkahgIpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zc2_VTDP2es/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085374944966091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stau acum pe marginea superbului lac si scriu, agale caci asa imi zice ravasita inima sa fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For Elise se aude nestingherita in spatele meu, forma de exprimare aleasa d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e Mozart imi linisteste sufletul acum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; rapus de pixul ce-l tin in mana. 2 Bufnite tipa la mine intr-o veselie cumplita, le deranjez spiritul, ele pe al meu, deci suntem chit ! Acum ma relaxez, iar pe voi va las sa va pierdeti in melodiile ce urmeaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF7_PhB9coo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF7_PhB9coo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERUs-ofTFrk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERUs-ofTFrk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/2423816418300866163-3202581485392125567?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3202581485392125567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3202581485392125567' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3202581485392125567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3202581485392125567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-sentiment-ciudat.html' title='Un sentiment... ciudat !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLhL6hgIoI/AAAAAAAAAII/C-r5lrsalkg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-365801626725565495</id><published>2007-07-09T03:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T04:03:53.532+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agale'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpGSl6hgIlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kjE4xBoZuzw/s1600-h/P7034179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpGSl6hgIlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kjE4xBoZuzw/s200/P7034179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006634340590162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si-am plecat de la Constanta. Noi 2. Eu cu el. De nebuni, de azi pe maine. Eliberare totala. Eram 2 detinuti care au stat acolo... in aglomeratia zilei, in centrul de detentie al Constantei. Desigur, au existat foarte multe scapari, unele mai mici, altele mai mari... ziua lui, petrecerea de-atunci, serile placute pe terasa, ziua norocoasa in care am dat sa-mi recapat carnetul, noptile in care am facut baie in mare, dar acum a fost altceva. Mergeam si nu ne venea sa credem ca scapam de scrinurile oraselor mari, de detentia detinuta de acestea, de gratiile orelor in care tre' sa fii la munca. Gardienii nostrii , niste sefi batuti in cap demoralizanti in supa lor de bani, in afacerile inghitite'n lacomie, in ideea unei prosperitati bazate pe fapte obisnuite adancite in dobitocenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plecam cu o idee in cap. Ideea de a fi liberi, ideea ca nimeni si nimic nu ne poate conditiona sa facem ceva. Ce? Nu stiam... dar asa am ajuns la Galati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acolo am mancat, am baut, am ras si ne-am veselit.&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat de acolo cu o fata. O prea frumoasa fata cu parul padure, ochii cristalini, plina de viata si cu un vulcan in inima care statea sa erupa precum un tibetan care da de apa.&lt;br /&gt;Pe drum... muzica buna, dansuri si cantece alese. Am dat noroc cu politia atunci cand aveam bere in mana. Priviri nepretuite din partea lor atunci cand, cu ochii lor mari si goi au vazut lumina zilei. Cineva, la volan precum si copilotul acestuia le ura un santos noroc!&lt;br /&gt;Plictiseala ? Nu prea caci timpul s-a umplut cu mici jocuri copilaresti de'ale noastre. Bombe nucleare pline cu hartie igienica ce nu credeam ca vom avea sa le lansam pe strada. In fata masinilor zburau precum crengile plopilor in vant, planand lent usor haotic pe soselele dornice de fuga.&lt;br /&gt;Pe branci am ajuns la Buzau. O cafea, inca un pahar cu apa, un copil si 2 mame si-am pornit catre un centru. O dorinta! O momeala! Ea acolo, fata morgana plagiata parca de cuvinte aspre ce i-au curs prin vene. Inc'o bere s'nca una si-am luato si pe ea, cu noi!&lt;br /&gt;Fericire? Sau nu! Nu conta ce aveam sa facem dar a plecat de acolo cu avand o dorinta'n fata. Sa nu se mai gandeasca la monstrii de care vorbeam mai devreme, intr-un blog anterior. Monstrii care ne fac zilele palpite si stirile sa sara'n sus. Se simtea altfel, dorea asta! Dorea sa uite ca exista lume si viata, dorea sa plece in calatoria ce avea sa o faca sa uite de ideile gabaritice atarnate'n sufletu-i frumos. Ea, cu ochii de cristal, statea candva si bocea in camera-i deranjata ce-i seamana cu sufletul rascolit.&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat bolborosind amintiri si trairi odata trecute. Si-am ajuns la Bucuresti... Mancare! Iarasi! Am ajuns sa ma hranesc ca un om normal! Eu?! Acolo si atunci ?! Se pare ca da! Nu conta.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa ma indragostesc iarasi de narghileaua ce a curs prin albia corpului meu.&lt;br /&gt;Dam cu banul? Hai vedem... Ultimele 5 minute si ne-am hotarat! Am ajuns departe, prea departe pentru gandul cu care am plecat din acea inchisoare a vietii cotidiene.&lt;br /&gt;Eram departe... Zburam cu masina catre lumi noi pentru mine, si pentru cei 3 pitici ce-si croiesc un drum prin viata linistit, consider eu, agitat ar zice altii.&lt;br /&gt;Profitand de situatia creata am plecat pe munte la niste prieteni la care aveam sa ne intoarcem ulterior (never happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desculti, mai mult dezbracati decat imbracati, am prins licurici cu fundul sclipitor. Mici sori ce ne-au bucurat cu carbunele din fundul lor auriu... Iar la casuta, in mansarda ne-am imbatat cu idei si magini uimitoare. Pe zi... jocuri cu copii. Un leagan, animale, flori si rochii albe de zane Cosanzene. Ne-am trantit si ne-am zbenguit pe acolo cu ai lor plozi nazdravani, noi imbracand o forma de copii infantili ce tocmai au avut posibilitatea sa faca ce vor intr-un parc de distractii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si-am luat-o agale. Pe un drum ametitor, multe curbe, serpentine, oameni inceti, unii la volan altii la minte. Un peisaj iesit din cartile cu povesti. E ca un basm aici. Un lac mare, corturi cateva, masini putine si noi. Dornici de viata si de jucat. Am luat barcile, le-am umflat, le-am aranjsat si pe apa le-am lansat. Noi in ele, ele blande sa ne poarte in spinare peste lacul rece albastrui ce ne relaxeaza'n profunzime. Fetele mai cu frica, mai domol hop si ele... sus in barca dovedindu-si temerile. Da! O barca - 25 lei , 90Kg si-am stat acolo prinsi in ghearele lor blande de cauciuc relaxandu-ne peste marea de apa unde si-au pierdut viata cativa. Fara sa ne pese ca, chinezismul ieftin ne-ar putea face o farsa si sa ne lase in lac, fara ajutor, fara nici cea mai mica dorinta de a ne salva. N-a contat... si-a fost superb!&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea s-a inaltat peste muntii grandiosi obturand scumpul nostru soare. Un mic foc, multa agitatie, semne multe de intrebare, forfota dupa lucrurile pierdute acolo. Un frig cumplit, 4 tampiti ce-au plecat de'acasa lasand in urma cele mai importante lucruri. Dar n`are importanta. Noi avem sa stam aici. S`asa a fost.... Fierbintii carbuni si-au luat aripile de pe noi atunci cand, la somn ne-am bagat in cort, la somn, sau asa speram. Ghemuit, imbracat jumate, foaia de carpa parca o tineam degeaba pe mine... era un frig cumplit.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca'n jur de 6 a venit si ea. Sa bagat in mine tremurand din&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLagqhgInI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I_6wBucH-18/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpLagqhgInI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I_6wBucH-18/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085367183960187506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toate incheieturile. Parc'ar vrea sa-mi intre sub piele si se inghesuie in bratele-mi calde si adoarme ca un prunc.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata transpirat tot, transpirati toti de valul torid de foc al muntilor, ne imbarcam si plecam iarasi la drum. O luam la sanatoasa si pornim catre casa. Un drum cam de 7-800 km. Si-am ajuns...&lt;br /&gt;E ora 3, scriu, e ora 6 si e timpul sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;Calatorie sprancenata pe acolo pe unde va vor purta drumurile vietii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-365801626725565495?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/365801626725565495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=365801626725565495' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/365801626725565495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/365801626725565495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpGSl6hgIlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kjE4xBoZuzw/s72-c/P7034179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1643937577073150433</id><published>2007-07-04T04:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:30:41.728+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Jocul vietii</title><content type='html'>Jocul vietii&lt;br /&gt;             ... de mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suntem niste trecatori&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Ror82ahgIkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kEUMkT_KSkk/s1600-h/jocul_vietii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Ror82ahgIkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kEUMkT_KSkk/s400/jocul_vietii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083153141204001346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printr-o viata de cosmar&lt;br /&gt;Sa dam oare oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;O crezanie de amar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem ca o toamna blanda&lt;br /&gt;In care viata cerne frunze&lt;br /&gt;Ce'or sa vina si or sa cada&lt;br /&gt;Ca-ntro dulce metastaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem pescarusi acum&lt;br /&gt;Aripile noi le`ntindem&lt;br /&gt;Vantul vietii sa ne poarte&lt;br /&gt;In calatorii aparte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare isi traieste&lt;br /&gt;Visul, calea ce-si alege&lt;br /&gt;Mandrii, falnici noi ne facem&lt;br /&gt;Fericiti un dulce     trai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar la moartea noastra crunta&lt;br /&gt;Voi veti plange, noi vom rade&lt;br /&gt;Caci atunci cand ne-am nascut&lt;br /&gt;Noi am plans si voi ati ras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum cu bucurie&lt;br /&gt;Falnici noi ne ridicam&lt;br /&gt;Voi veti plange, noi vom rade&lt;br /&gt;------ Lipsa ultim vers -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie scris si ultimul vers, pe care nu am reusit sa-l scriu. Ma ajuta cineva ? Astept idei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1643937577073150433?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1643937577073150433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1643937577073150433' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1643937577073150433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1643937577073150433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/jocul-vietii.html' title='Jocul vietii'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Ror82ahgIkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kEUMkT_KSkk/s72-c/jocul_vietii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-2540906591813811404</id><published>2007-07-04T03:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:29:04.557+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Senzatii tari !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpJwNqhgImI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cxS60k3DaYA/s1600-h/8d7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpJwNqhgImI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cxS60k3DaYA/s200/8d7b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085250309310128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permisul de conducere, ma gandesc la el. E la politie. Nimic nou. Ma trezesc, ma simt ciudat. Ma invart, ma spal, mananc rabdari prajite. Pun haine la spalat. Nu am stare. E ceva! Ce? Nu stiu dar o sa aflu.&lt;br /&gt;Se apropie ora 2 si sunt agitat! Stiu! E examenul pentru redobandirea carnetului de vina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ajung acolo si n-am stare! Ma invart, ma sucesc, ma plimb... Fiecare minut, fiecare secunda pare o vesnicie. Hai sa treaca timpul mai repede si intru`n vorba cu strainii. Tot degeaba! Picioarele stau sa fuga, fluturii zboara prin stomac, iar emotii si ma bucur!&lt;br /&gt;In examen, ma enervez! Intrebari stupide, grele sau usoare. Nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;Ies, ma asez si'ncep sa dau din picioare, ma plimb, vorbesc la telefon si astept sa vina rezultatul.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai pot! "Astia nu mai ies de`acolo???" "Hai ba nene laso`n colo de treaba..." "Ba aia isi bat joc de noi?" Si trecusera decat 10 minute... Am fiert!&lt;br /&gt;Capul ma durea, nu mancasem nimic de muuulllttt, eram anemic, nu bausem nimic de 9 ore, cald afara, deshidratat!&lt;br /&gt;Au ajuns si cu raspunsurile la intebarile noastre... Am luat sau nu??? Nu conteaza!&lt;br /&gt;Ce conteaza? Ca azi m-am bucurat ca am avut emotii. Nu m-am mai simtit astfel la un examen de 10 ani cred. Uitasem ca mai pot exista emotii la examene, mai ales examene neimportante pentru altii.&lt;br /&gt;Sa fi fost oare de vina faptul ca aveam mare nevoie de el?&lt;br /&gt;Sa fi vrut oare sa demonstrez cuiva ceva? Daca da cui? Mie nu!&lt;br /&gt;A fost o zi... pur si simplu superba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-2540906591813811404?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/2540906591813811404/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=2540906591813811404' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2540906591813811404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/2540906591813811404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/07/senzatii-tari.html' title='Senzatii tari !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RpJwNqhgImI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cxS60k3DaYA/s72-c/8d7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3049218061224833160</id><published>2007-06-30T06:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T06:12:03.975+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Arena complexa... PATUL !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fiecare seara va spalati pe dinti, scuipati, raspundeti straduindu-va din rasputeri sa epuizati subiectul discutiei pana la stingerea luminei, stingerea conversatiei.&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa trageti lumea dupa voi in pat pentru ca acolo se intampla deja destule. Paturile sunt niste arene complexe, cu mai multe intrebuintari si este foarte important ca c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoXPlKhgIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LabqgBB2uzo/s1600-h/ist2_2968739_couple_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoXPlKhgIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LabqgBB2uzo/s200/ist2_2968739_couple_in_bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081695991944454690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ele 2 parti sa specifice ce activitate vor sa intreprinda: Ce facem stam de vorba sau ne uitam la un film? Ne culcam sau ne aiurim? Lucrurile trebuiesc clarificate!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stam de vorba pentru ca suntem prea obositi sau pentru ca nici unul dintre noi n'are chef de vorba? Ne ambitionam sa ne aiurim? sau facem ce tr. sa facem si nu ne mai omoram atata?&lt;br /&gt;Partea buna e ca at. cand suntem impreuna este clar ca nu ne mai preseaza nimic sa facem din fiecare noapte ceva fermetcat. Stim ca maine vom avea o noua ocazie s-o facem. Si poimaine si tot asa... Asta-i frumusetea.... doar ziua de maine. Sigur ca daca incasezi dobanda pt. maine prea des poti sa falimentezi banca.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-una din nopti ma intorc pe partea cealalta si constat prezenta ei, si-mi zic: "Hei parca faceam odata ceva aici, parca ne mangaiam si ne pipaiam. Inca mai simt cum era... Si-mi placea!"&lt;br /&gt; Asa ca negociati, clarificati si va asezati. Va gasiti pozitia, va aranjati pernele si patura comuna.&lt;br /&gt;Patura este esenta, este defapt legatura dintre voi: O mare covertura, care ascunde faptul ca dedesubt se afla 2 persoane care se foiesc una langa cealalta, incercand sa-si gaseasca pozitia comoda.&lt;br /&gt; Este crucial faptul cum incerci sa manevrezi patura!&lt;br /&gt; Intr-una din nopti ma trezesc si constat ca n-am parte deloc de patura. N-am ce sa manevrez...!&lt;br /&gt;Femeia alaturi de care sunt, doarme foarte confortabil, a cam strans si cea mai mare parte din ceea ce-mi apartine macar pe jumatate.&lt;br /&gt;Trag de patura precaut. Ea trasare si aparent fara sa-si dea seama se incleseaza si mai tare de cearceaf. Si se intoarce pe partea cealalta indepartandu-se si mai mult si acoperind inca vreo juma' de metru. Ma uit la ea si-mi evaluez optiunile. Hotarasca ca nu merita decat ce'i mai frumos pe acest pamant si nu o trezesc. Ma descurc si fara.&lt;br /&gt;Stau cu ochii in tavan si numar locurile unde s-a patat zugraveala de la o furie de demult apusa, in speranta ca ma plictisesc si adorm la loc. In cateva secunde in creierul meu apar informatii despre inca alte 5 locuri in casa unde ar trebui facute reparatii. La sesiunea in care sunt si la examenele ce aveau sa vina. Este ora 4:35 si eu ma gandesc la prune!&lt;br /&gt;Acum si mai iritat si mai mult treaz decat adormit ma uit la ea, visant frumos, la adapost, la caldurica in ceea ce reprezinta acum peste 90% din cearceaf. In ciuda afectiunii mele fata de ea, parca-mi este ciuda pe ea, pe vise, pe o noapte calduroasa ce nu ma lasa sa dorm, pe mine!&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic si o privesc cum doarme... Ma bucur pentru ea... e linistita... recupereaza!&lt;br /&gt;Trag in sus de o bucatica de cearcea jalnic de mica ramasa si ma strecor langa ea, pentru ca pe de-o parte sper sa ma molipsesc si eu de somnul ei adanc si pe de alta pt ca ea trebuie sa fie mai calda ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum ma lipesc de ea, ma luminez deodata! Acum mintea are'un soc! deasta treceam prin toate astea... caci a o inbratisa pe cea care se potriveste in bratele mele ma face sa ma simt atat de bine, cum nimic altceva nu te face sa te simti astfel. Se inghesuie in mine si ma simt atat de bine... Acum sunt cel care ii doneaza Eul meu, noaptea asta sunt chiar eu???... ihiimmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Ea aluneca spre mine si gasim locurile potrivite pentru mainile si picioarele noastre.&lt;br /&gt;Nu peste mult timp am adormit la loc.&lt;br /&gt;Iar dimineata, dansul continua......!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3049218061224833160?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3049218061224833160/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3049218061224833160' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3049218061224833160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3049218061224833160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/arena-complexa-patul.html' title='Arena complexa... PATUL !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoXPlKhgIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LabqgBB2uzo/s72-c/ist2_2968739_couple_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8155016458502344528</id><published>2007-06-29T02:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:45:03.124+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constanta'/><title type='text'>Spre Constanta, din trecut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoRH26hgIhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5zjxLXrAUi4/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoRH26hgIhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5zjxLXrAUi4/s200/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081265288329044498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dupa caldura torida ce ne-a impanzit lumea precum un nor de radiatii, ieri 26.06.2007, zi in care se presupune ca ar fi atins apogeul valului de caldura ce ne-a inmuiat pe toti, zi pe care am indurat-o cu o relativa usurinta reusind sa trec peste ca un buldozer ce impinge un maldar de bolovani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Astazi imi iau inima'n dinti si ma hotarasc sa plec, spre casa, spre un vis, spre Constanta! Locul unde's asteptat cu nerabdare de un morman de oamenii..prieteni, amici, familie...&lt;br /&gt;Cata greseala... gandidu-ma cum marea ma va lua si ma va primi cu bratele deschise'n racorimea ei, in toridele zile de vara si'n fierbintile nopti ce vor avea sa vina.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am luat inima-n dinti si am telefonat. Nervii au fost intinsi la maxim, dar problemele ca prin minune s-au rezolvat, iar eu acum, in gand cu acest fior de rece... sudoarea a'nceput sa cada, ca o ploaie de .... calda, lipicioasa, dulce-amaruie...&lt;br /&gt;Dau afara tot din mine, fiecare por il simt... fiecare picatura sta pe mine, pe stativ parca vrand sa se afirme! doar acum... nimic mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trenul a plecat cu mine, gandul zboara inainte, mintea coace ea ceva...&lt;br /&gt;Trenule masina mica... Unde-l duci tu pe Iulica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8155016458502344528?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8155016458502344528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8155016458502344528' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8155016458502344528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8155016458502344528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/spre-constanta-din-trecut.html' title='Spre Constanta, din trecut...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoRH26hgIhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5zjxLXrAUi4/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1591510483540040845</id><published>2007-06-28T03:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:35:43.709+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Pe bloc</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UL2XUOP2OQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UL2XUOP2OQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmuletul este facut de 3 stundeti de 20 de ani, blonda din film este SORA MEA!!!. Este un proiect pentru scoala. Nu a fost realizat pentru a demoraliza pe nimei sau pentru a crea alte neplaceri.... Filmul de scurt metraj s-a realizat doar in cateva zile (inclusiv montaj, film, sunet, editare, scenariu...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1591510483540040845?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1591510483540040845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1591510483540040845' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1591510483540040845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1591510483540040845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/pe-bloc.html' title='Pe bloc'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3956995877237725672</id><published>2007-06-26T09:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:13:27.340+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supa de Pui'/><title type='text'>Ceea ce este de dorit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.f6.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a2z9585c68b/97/__hr_/75f4.jpg?mgIhMgGB4jpGYTym"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://us.f6.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a2z9585c68b/97/__hr_/75f4.jpg?mgIhMgGB4jpGYTym" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Treci indiferent prin zarva si graba si tine minte ce inseamna tihna in tacere. Pe cat posibil si fara supusenie, sa fii in termeni buni cu toata lumea. Rosteste-ti adevarul, potolit si deslusit; asculta-i pe ceilalti, chiar si pe cei anosti si nestiutori; caci au si ei povestea lor.&lt;br /&gt;   Ocoleste-i pe cei zgomotosi si certareti, caci deruteaza spiritul. Daca te compari cu altii, s-ar putea sa te amarasti sau sa te simti inutil, caci intotdeauna vor fi unii mai grozavi si altii mai putin grozavi ca tine. Bucura-te de ceea ce realizezii ca si de aceea ce planuiesti.&lt;br /&gt;   Sa fii mereu preocupat de cariera ta, oricat de modesta ar fi ea; este ceva ce-ti apartine cu adevarat in vesnica schimbare a vremurilor. Fii cu bagare de seama in afacerile tale; caci lumea este plina de inselatorii. Dar sa nu te lasi orbit de asta, sa crezi ca nu exista si virtute; sunt multi acei ce sunt insufletiti de idealuri inalte; si pretutindeni exista eroism in viata.&lt;br /&gt;   Fii tu insuti. Nu fi dragastos doar de ochii lumii. Nici nu judeca dragostea cu cinism; caci pusa fata in fata cu asprimea si dezamagirea, ea este nemuritoare precum iarba.&lt;br /&gt;   Pleaca urechea cu blandete la sfatul anilor, renuntand cu delicatete la lucruri ce tin de tinerete. Cultiva taria de spirit ca sa te ocroteasca atunci cand te loveste soarta pe neasteptate. Dar nu te amagi cu inchipuiri. Multe temeri se plasmuiesc din teama si singuratate. Sa nu renunti la disciplina sanatoasa, dar fii delicat cu tine insuti.&lt;br /&gt;   Fii asadar impacat cu D-zeu, indiferent cum ti-L inchipui tu si oricare ti-ar fi stradaniile si aspiratiile, fii impacat su sufletul tau in zbuciumul zgmotos al vietii.&lt;br /&gt;   In ciuda fatarniciei, a corvezilor si viselor pierdute, lumea asta este totusi minunata. Fii vesel. Straduieste-te sa fii fericit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3956995877237725672?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3956995877237725672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3956995877237725672' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3956995877237725672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3956995877237725672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/ceea-ce-este-de-dorit.html' title='Ceea ce este de dorit...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5441596355845183758</id><published>2007-06-25T20:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:31:53.448+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesiune'/><title type='text'>Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoCWr80FZkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ApYD-YJDj0k/s1600-h/5ce3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080226061477045826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoCWr80FZkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ApYD-YJDj0k/s200/5ce3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plin de fum si de rugina ma transform intr-un balaur de la linistea d'acum dinainte de vacanta! Nu o simt dar stiu ca-i over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesiunea'i gata dar nu, parca nu si'n capul meu...! A ramas suspendata'n timp si spatiu, legata de de-un copac fara sa poa' sa plece, fara sa vrea sa plece...! Codeste'n mine ca o pasare de prada ce are sa se'ntoarca iar si iar si iar... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu a reusit sa ma pice'n sesiune caci avea obligatii fata de mine, de noi, sa ne treaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum, sa aflu ca'n diferentele datorate mutarii mele de la o facultate la alta, ma pica... exact unde aveam nevoie mai mare...! Cata oftica....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu fruntea'n soare scriu sa ma eliberez de'o dorinta distructiva de a darama ceva... Ea, ma linisteste, ma alinta si-mi zice cuvinte dulci... Multumesc ca esti alaturi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5441596355845183758?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5441596355845183758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5441596355845183758' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5441596355845183758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5441596355845183758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/over.html' title='Over!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RoCWr80FZkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ApYD-YJDj0k/s72-c/5ce3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5228747811194988078</id><published>2007-06-22T01:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T04:50:12.403+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerian'/><title type='text'>Cristale pe pamant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rnsqps0FZjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DkXBVI0Kk0w/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rnsqps0FZjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DkXBVI0Kk0w/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078699900682987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dis de dimineata... trezit, usor ametit de caldura... nimic nu-i la locu'i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Intr-un final ma intalnesc cu ea... acolo... unde'i cald si zapusala, toti alearga de nebuni, toti beau apa, suc ceva! Nimeni nu-i la soare, fiecare se ascunde. Unii vand, altii tipa, toti alearga dupa bani... marionete'n jocul vietii... Urca scarile... crestetul i se descopera, fruntea goala mi se arata... ochii ei sunt de cristal, nasul, buzele's plapande... si ma loveste! ma trazneste frumusetea ei... se simte... de departe, se apropie de mine cu pasi repezi, de dulau, incantata sa ma vada, sa vorbim, sa ne simtitm, sa se descarce... si asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impinsi de caldura morbida, de mirosul ametitor al valului cald ce ne inconjoara... si ajungem... sa ne topim sudoarea corpului in fantanile din centrul batranului oras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitasem unde sunt. Corpul devenise'o stanca incremenita'n placerea gustului, savoarea momentului pierduta'n timp si spatiu, aici, alaturi de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O iubita pamanteanca cu sufletul murdar de dorinta innabusitoare de a scapa de trecutul infam ce odata i-a patat sufletul animat de placerea vietii, placerea tigarilor de foi ce au supt dorinta de a mai trai... alaturi de el, alaturi de ei... monstrii zilei cotidiene ce fac stirile palpite. Si-am tratat'o cu edgida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvacneste la atingerea cristalelor de apa ce-i ung scumpele picioare gresate de corvoada mersului pe jos. Ne simteam ca'ntrun sote cand simplii oameni aruncau priviri flancate catre noi... doi pescarusi ce'si udau aripile cu raceala stropilor de apa. Ne balacim, ne stropim, ne udam si ne bucuram de clipele marcate de prima noastra escapada'n tro' fantana arteziana. Mandrul soare ne'a ametit cu prea multe sageti de foc ce ne-au strapuns capetele'n volburate de idei si amintiri, placute... odata trecute... Nimic nu ne'a deranjat... gardianul public statea, ne urmarea gheasurile copilaresti. Nu ne'a zis nimic, ne'a lasat... Nici lui ne'a caisa de la radio nu i-a venit sa creada, ne'a luat un scurt interviu si a plecat, s-a pierdut in stavila orasului...&lt;br /&gt;    Pe'n serate s-a'ntamplat... si m-a marcat! Voie buna, dansuri au umplut mica incapere de pe lac in care si-au avut ei scurtul concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut-o, am simtit-o... si nu am sarutat-o... Aveam sa regret simplul gand nematerializat acolo, in momentele pasionale ce s-au scurs prea repede, prea....&lt;br /&gt; Gatul ardea de corvoada caldurii, drept urmare berea ce a curs prin corpul arzand de sete m-a repus ca prin magie pe picioare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, coleric, ei speriati, satui... de noi ne-au dus acasa... S'aci m-a prins si m-a cuprins apa rece, cristalina, otrava scrisului de mana, urat, nesigur neformat, deformat de mine si de ce am scris pana acum... urandu-va clipe reci, clipe marcate de momente de escapada in zapusala zilei ... momente prin care toti ar trebui sa trecem, sa le facem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seara racoroasa va doresc, iar maine, cu gheata'n suflet sa iesiti din casa caci tare repede se va topi... cand veti da cu ochii'n scrinurile zilei...! Peace'n quiet dragii mei...!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5228747811194988078?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5228747811194988078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5228747811194988078' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5228747811194988078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5228747811194988078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/cristale-pe-pamant.html' title='Cristale pe pamant'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rnsqps0FZjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DkXBVI0Kk0w/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1392196990873275496</id><published>2007-06-20T19:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:34:53.062+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personale'/><title type='text'>Mi-ai frant aripile'n zbor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnlU780FZcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LUeWk7qXuqI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnlU780FZcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LUeWk7qXuqI/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183443750544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erai cea care ma facea sa uit de tot, sa am curaj sa lupt cu toti doar ca sa faci tu parte din... peisaj, un miraj, un tablou ce n-avea cum sa existe! Erai prea mica! nici n-am visat ca am sa visez o ucigasa.. de vise! Mi se prezise..dar aveam urechile inchise... nu vroiam sa aud! plang acum..... greselile comise! cand iubesc, chiar daca stiu ca iubirea nu-i impartasita de... persoana iubita am totusi inima bantuita... de privirea ei si refuz sa cred si chiar sa vd ca ma minte cu sperante... continui sa ma alimentezi mi spui ca ma iubesti! O alta inima franta trecuta la palmarez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram un pom in floarea varstei si m-ai dezradacinat! am sa te bat cu buchetul de flori care ti l-am daruit cu drag! Dar probabil c'ai si uitat! Dragostea nu te'ncalzeste, tie iti trebuia un peste! In locul Evei de erai... actionai cu... mancai sarpele cu totul si la desert fructul oprit! Adam eu sa fi fost... cred ca se'ngropa in noroi toata soarta omenirii... ca-ti luam coasta inapoi! Am calcat stramb amandoi dar tu ai gresit inzecit nu sunt Iisus sa fiu menit sa te iert la nesfarsit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate lacrimi false am vazut de cand te-am cunoscut... ajunge! Esti cea ce plange acum la propriu cu lacrimi de sange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disecam sufletul..eram plin de viata! Mi-ai furat zambetul... acum ratacesc in ceata... Sunt fantoma unui poet indragostit ce s-a pierdut intr-un tinut total necunoscut... Vreau o inima imprumut caci tu mi-ai calcat-o'n picioare pana ai facut-o praf... am sa te calc in picioare pana o sa fac bataturi! Sa-ti provoc multiple fracturi caci am doar ganduri negre care se inspira din tv si ziare: crime pasionale! La tine hotia si minciuna au intaietate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactionez instinctiv: tu m-ai facut ceea ce sunt! Erai principalul motiv de a-mi trai viata pe pamant! Niciun cuvant nu vreau sa aud, ma indrept spre tine cu avant, imi cer iertare cerului si..fac ce e de facut! te vad implorand inutil.. ai parte de un deznodamant tragic... rad cand te vad plangand! dar nu rezist prea mult si plang si eu, te iau in brate sa te strang.. sa te strang de gat! doar nu credeai ca abandonez ce am inceput!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrei o raza de lumina ? bine, fie: o sa-ti dau o mie... caci m-ai ars atat de grav, acum te ard si eu... flacari sa fie! dar te vad arzand... Si flacara ma'ntoarce in timp... cina romantica... lumanari aprinse... eu zambind... tu zambind... mi-ai spus ca ai cazut somnului prada si ai plecat fara sa iti pese... m'ai lasat balta! Dormi acum! E cald si bine! Incapere intunecata.. esti cea mai fierbinte fata... Carbonizata !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambet fals mi-a facut o destainuire: iubirea'i doar o farsa demascata de nesimtire! Sunt de piatra ! nu mai simt nimic cand te privesc! Nici remuscari si nici regret... ma adancesc intr'o tacere de mormant acum, aici in locul unde aveam un suflet... ce'a ars odata cu tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram dispus sa-ti ofer totul si mi-ai rupt aripile'n zbor! Iubeam sa te ador, acum iubesc sa te omor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1392196990873275496?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1392196990873275496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1392196990873275496' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1392196990873275496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1392196990873275496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/mi-ai-rupt-aripilen-zbor.html' title='Mi-ai frant aripile&apos;n zbor!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnlU780FZcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LUeWk7qXuqI/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3852854943787297865</id><published>2007-06-20T04:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:46:52.344+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Un mic proverb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RniF7M0FZbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KEDIHBBrs5M/s1600-h/Saying+No.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RniF7M0FZbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KEDIHBBrs5M/s320/Saying+No.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077955831958693298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine nu stie si nu stie ca nu stie e...  bolnav - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tamaduieste&lt;/span&gt;-l!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine nu stie, dar stie ca nu stie, e... neinvatat - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invata&lt;/span&gt;-l!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie, dar nu stie ca stie e... adormit - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trezeste&lt;/span&gt;-l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie, si stie ca stie e... invatat - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urmeaza&lt;/span&gt;-l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3852854943787297865?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3852854943787297865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3852854943787297865' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3852854943787297865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3852854943787297865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-mic-proverb.html' title='Un mic proverb...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RniF7M0FZbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KEDIHBBrs5M/s72-c/Saying+No.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4260368923195230661</id><published>2007-06-19T12:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:05:47.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis de dimineata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Treaz... nu pot sa dorm! ... ma invart, ma tot asez, nimic! Ma uit la un film, la inca unu... Le vad, defapt le privesc! nu ma gandesc la ele.... privesc pe geam cum copacii se invart pe langa mine. Defapt ma gandesc la ea, stau si analizez situatia... de ce ? mi-e clar! Stiu ce este ... sau nu stiu!? ea stie ?! Ce a fost pentru mine? Ce este pentru mine? Ce am fost pentru ea? Ce sunt pentru ea ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu... ce a fost, ce este, cu mine, ce a reprezentat sau ceea ce reprezinta in continuare... Stiu de ce s-a intamplat asta! dar de ce se intampla in continuare ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnecRs0FZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aZSpO_qHx2E/s1600-h/08042006.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnecRs0FZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aZSpO_qHx2E/s200/08042006.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077698932784850306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 10... intra peste mine in... si'mi da trezirea... Dormeam doar de 2ore! Ma ridic, la baie in oglinda vedeam un monstru, o intruchipare a mea cred! ochii-mi jucau feste! 5 minute si eram gata. Ies din casa, ametit, blazat... Picioarele ma conduceau catre... iar ea mergea alaturi de mine... vorbeam aiurea si... tacere... pana acolo nimic! Culorile's vagi, mainile's moi, picioarele nu's ale mele... iar corpul plange, cere somn si de mancare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primarie... agitatie multa... eu n-am stare... o las pe ea sa vorbeasca! Nu am rabdare! Moment de "relax" asteptam... picioarele'mi umblau prin holul argintiu, pozele, icoanele si celelalte obiecte reusesc sa-mi atraga atentia, doar pentru a le ignora 2 secunde mai tarziu... nu am stare, n-am rabdare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge intr-un final, e frumoasa, nu ma asteptam sa fie asa tanara si draguta... intram, se aseaza vorbesc, vorbim, imi dau cu parerea scurt si la obiect! nu pot sa stau!!!! Se ridica frumoasa functionara iar eu ma asez langa ea... asteptam ceva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minute, ma ridic, o iau de-o aripa si iesim ca vantu de acolo! nu mai am rabdare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4260368923195230661?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4260368923195230661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4260368923195230661' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4260368923195230661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4260368923195230661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/dis-de-dimineata.html' title='Dis de dimineata...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnecRs0FZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aZSpO_qHx2E/s72-c/08042006.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-9053676017586046178</id><published>2007-06-17T15:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:41:23.672+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnUrWM0FZXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kKzM5JyYEu0/s1600-h/123124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnUrWM0FZXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kKzM5JyYEu0/s400/123124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077011815326901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of, nici nu stiu cum sa incep..&lt;br /&gt;Sunt asa de trist.. incat nici nu stiu cum sa incep povestea..&lt;br /&gt;A decedat la ora 2 ......  Si regret foarte mult.. Totul a fost din vina mea.. sunt un criminal Ce sa fac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tot plimba prin camera.. si nu ma lasa impace deloc.&lt;br /&gt;Am tot incercat sa o ignor.. dar nu am putut deoarece se tot plimba pe langa mine. S-a pus pe monitor.. (credea ca doar asa poate sa ma opreasca din lucru) insa eu tot nu am cedat... am alungat-o si .. nimic .. s-a intors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am rugat-o frumos sa se duca .. si sa ma lase deoarece lucrez si nu vreau sa fiu deranjat insa.. tot nu a ascultat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM omorat-o... ca un criminal .... a fost crima cu sange rece.. am strivit`o .. cu mainile apoi cu picioarele .... !!!! Cand amvazut ca nu mai sufla, am dat cu ceva mai dur in ea.. sa fiu sigur ca amurit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul s-a petrecut asa de repede... nici nu am realizat.. si.. sincer sa fiu.. ii cam simt lipsa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare Dumnezeu o sa ma ierte ca am omorat o musca?&lt;br /&gt;E bine sa o ingrop, sau sa o incinerez?&lt;br /&gt;Ii fac pomana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-9053676017586046178?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/9053676017586046178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=9053676017586046178' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/9053676017586046178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/9053676017586046178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/criminal.html' title='Criminal !'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnUrWM0FZXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kKzM5JyYEu0/s72-c/123124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4796607920908673301</id><published>2007-06-16T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:47:01.292+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesiune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/80/__sr_/9d9d.jpg?mgY.9cGBrsUTgJTQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/80/__sr_/9d9d.jpg?mgY.9cGBrsUTgJTQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agitatie &lt;/span&gt;pe zii! Caldura mare! Sa ma apuc sa invat! asa ma mint de ceva timp incoa si nimic... iar acum sunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nedormit &lt;/span&gt;de mult... beau cafea... multa mult prea multa pentru cat este obisnuit un corp normal sa duca... dar eu sunt normal ? Imi tremura mainile, picioarele stau sa fuga, obobosit pana'n adancuri muzica'i la maxim! INVAT! starea'i perfecta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picioarele joaca singure... gura'mi canta melodiile din casti, mainile'mi scriu singure, mintea-i concentrata in carte... sunt calm! Profund... ma opresc si vorbesc, cu cine apuc! E timpul pentru o pauza! STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat, ametit de oboseala... gandurile's in ordine... mintea'i concentrata asupra lucrurilor ce imi sunt asternute in fata si nu ma pot oprii... din scris... vreau sa vorbesc ... cu oricine! E prea usor sa dau drumul cuvintelor acum nu o fac... motivul? cine a vorbit cu mine in  aceste minute stie stie de ce... Reusesc sa... DA! sunt...! Asta e...! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imi place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai ca ma intorc la ale mele... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4796607920908673301?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4796607920908673301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4796607920908673301' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4796607920908673301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4796607920908673301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeplessness.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4508253126667199415</id><published>2007-06-15T03:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:07:46.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>101 lucruri pe care sa le faci inainte sa mori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnHZo80FZWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/agliNvBLyIE/s1600-h/die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnHZo80FZWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/agliNvBLyIE/s400/die.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076077552565839202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Write a best-seller&lt;br /&gt;2. Swim with sharks whales dolphins tropical fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Win an award, trophy or prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Catch a fish with your bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make a discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Thow a house party when your parents are out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be part of a threesome&lt;br /&gt;8. Realise your childhood dream&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn that instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Leave your mark in graffiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Storm chase a tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Get a piece of art into an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Meet someone with your own name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ride the world biggest rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;15. Stage dive or crowd surf&lt;br /&gt;16. Get into the Guiness Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Own a pointelss collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Study Kama Sutra and put theory into practice&lt;br /&gt;19. Master poker and win big in a Casino&lt;br /&gt;20. Get backstage and get off with a rock god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Be a human guinea pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Go up in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Get arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. See a space shuttle launch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Capture the moment in an award-winning photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Bungee jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. See an erupting volcano&lt;br /&gt;28. Sky dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Meet you idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Stay in the best suite in a five star hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Experience weightlessness&lt;br /&gt;32. See the aurora borealis&lt;br /&gt;33. Get to score a hole in one&lt;br /&gt;34. Design your own cocktail&lt;br /&gt;35. Play a part in your favourite tv-show&lt;br /&gt;36. Visit every country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Make fire without matches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. See these animals in the wild (panda, rhino, hippo, grizzly bear, elephant, hummingbird, giraffe, koala, menatee, gorilla, lion, monkey, penguin, kangaroo, tiger, crocodile, orangutan, eagle, polar bear, coelecanth)&lt;br /&gt;39. Go to the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Get a free upgrade on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Be friends with your ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hit your targets (cardboards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Throw a dart into a map and travel where it lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Attend a film premiere (@ Hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;45. Do a runner from a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Scuba dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Be present when your country wins the world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. See both solar and lunar eclipses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Write you name over a star on teh Walk of Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Learn another language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Read the gratest books ever written (101 titles)&lt;br /&gt;53. Complete a coast to coast road trip across America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Make at least one huge purchase you can't afford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Score the winning goal (ex: basket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Gatecrash a fancy party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. See the all-time greatest films (101 titles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Live in the place you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Leave a job you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. take part in a police line-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. get away with the perfect practical joke or hoax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. make the front page of a national newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Drive a car at top speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. Shout "Drinks are on me!" in a pub or bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. be part of a flash mob&lt;br /&gt;67. Visit 12 of the most world sites (the pyramids at giza, christ the redeemer - rio de janeiro, colosseum - rome, uluru - australia, machu picchu - peru,sydney harbour, taj mahal, great barrier reef, golden gate bridge, grand canyon, angkor wat, the great wall of china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Save someone-s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. In various languages, learn some lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Invent a word that makes it into the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;71. Have adventurous sex (9 specific places required)&lt;br /&gt;72. Have enough money to do all the things on this list&lt;br /&gt;73. Stay on the international date line&lt;br /&gt;74. Learn to fly a plane&lt;br /&gt;75. Get a tatoo andor a piercing&lt;br /&gt;76. invent something&lt;br /&gt;77. Learn astronomy and read the night sky&lt;br /&gt;78. Drink a vintage wine&lt;br /&gt;79. Answer a personal ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Spend Christmas on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. Get barred from a pub or bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Build your own house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Skinny dip at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Sell all your junk on eBay&lt;br /&gt;85. Visit the world's tallest buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Run a marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Conquer your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Get married unusually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Throw away the instant noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Join the 16 - mile high club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Publish a cult website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Own an original work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Complete the monopoly board pub crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Get something named after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. Get revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Be an extra in a film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Live out of a van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Go on demonstration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Reach 100 years age&lt;br /&gt;101. Continue your gene pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cele ingrosate au fost deja facute de mine... voi cum stati ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.dictionar.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cine nu le are cu engleza... sa foloseasca acest - dictionar! - www.dicionar.ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4508253126667199415?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4508253126667199415/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4508253126667199415' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4508253126667199415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4508253126667199415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/101-lucruri-pe-care-sa-le-faci-inainte.html' title='101 lucruri pe care sa le faci inainte sa mori'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnHZo80FZWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/agliNvBLyIE/s72-c/die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7510008810814626595</id><published>2007-06-15T01:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:36:34.540+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timp'/><title type='text'>Dupa un anumit timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnG8Zs0FZSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-EQx31B2pcc/s1600-h/av-377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnG8Zs0FZSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-EQx31B2pcc/s200/av-377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076045404735628578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet, si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva si a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta, si asa, omul incepe sa invete...ca sarutarile nu sunt contracte si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni, si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi, si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile bazate in astazi si acum, pentru ca terenul lui "maine" este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri ... si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult, pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza. Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet, in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-i aduca flori, si invata ca intr-adevar poate suporta, ca intr-adevar are forta, ca intr-adevar e valoros, si omul invata si invata ... si cu fiece zi invata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun, inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut. Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale, fara a pretinde sa te schimbe, iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti. Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati, si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii. Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit. Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face. Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten, e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai, intr-o buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta, nu se va mai repeta niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana, mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret. Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca, asta va determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment. Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur,iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt... Cu timp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnG8FM0FZQI/AAAAAAAAADk/fD6NB0Skqb0/s1600-h/jorge-luis-borges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnG8FM0FZQI/AAAAAAAAADk/fD6NB0Skqb0/s200/jorge-luis-borges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076045052548310274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare, sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten, dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar din pacate, se invata doar cu timpul...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7510008810814626595?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7510008810814626595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7510008810814626595' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7510008810814626595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7510008810814626595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/dupa-un-anumit-timp.html' title='Dupa un anumit timp'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnG8Zs0FZSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-EQx31B2pcc/s72-c/av-377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3942916290185465861</id><published>2007-06-13T20:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:29:02.860+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liniste si pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerian'/><title type='text'>Rezumatul rezumatului...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnBvbM0FZOI/AAAAAAAAADU/1PpOFQO_xK8/s1600-h/12062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnBvbM0FZOI/AAAAAAAAADU/1PpOFQO_xK8/s200/12062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075679293133382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Examene &lt;/span&gt;peste examene... le-am pierdut siru... dar cine a tinut asa ceva?&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;    Ultimul... 500 de pagini de invatat! Trec prin ele... nu ma uit la toate... neinteresante aici si acum! degeaba! Degeaba le-am citit pe toate caci la examen ... || am fost!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ora de dupa&lt;/span&gt;, 1 terasa plina, colegi multi, o masa plina! Multa voie buna... fiecare din noi incercand sa dam uitarii examenul sau sesiunea... stresul e in floare, se vede, se observa, se simte... te inmuia... Incercam sa uitam ca vom avea restante, ca maine iar ne apucam de invatat, ca se apropie inca o vara nesigura! Plec... agale... usor spre metrou alaturi de o scumpa fata, dar nu inainte de a-i invita acasa la o bere...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;    Sa nu fim singuri iau telefonul si sun... 10 am fost in total, iar ei bunii mei colegi aveau sa stea 2 ore in camera, el la calculator, ea tolanita pe pat... neinteresant, alegerea lor, caci noi am ras din plin, bancuri s-au spus iar vinul tot s-a baut, narghileaua s-a fumat!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Ziua 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dimineata, cald, imi fac curaj si ies pe usa inca afectat de noaptea dinainte, inca ametit de ganduri si pareri... Spre sfarsit ma intalnesc cu el... cel mai bun prieten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnBvh80FZPI/AAAAAAAAADc/gyHKlGcmqJ4/s1600-h/13062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnBvh80FZPI/AAAAAAAAADc/gyHKlGcmqJ4/s200/13062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075679409097499890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Valea regilor... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 bere 1 narghilea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Se lasa asteptata... Voie buna pana atunci. Depanăm amintiri şi cu greu reuşesc să-mi amintesc de zilele plăcute acum trecute... Poate pentru că nu am fost acolo  când am s-au petrecut... Poate eram şi atunci cu capul în nori pentru a realiza cu cine sunt, poate nu mi-a pasat prea tare? nu conteaza... Miroase a galben aici... blonda o simt cum trece prin mine, cum fiecare picătură se contopeşte cu trupu'mi fierbinte apasata de sudoarea setei, supta de placerea gustului, absorbita de savoarea aromei amplificata de narghileaua care tocmai a venit ... Cu capul în nori... În lumea mea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Cu barca pe l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasete, stropi, amintiri, ... Curse pe lac... Glumele's in floare, ciocniri, amenintari in gluma cald afara si nu simt, nu ma intereseaza ... pasiv trec pe apa mica. Idei stralucite ? sau nu! Ambitia face sa trecem pe sub un mic pod, urmarim ratele... ne invartim pe lac. Dam de ei, iarasi... ne ciocnim, ne fugarim, radem si ne stropim! Glume peste glume, pe el nu-l intereseaza... o joaca de copii o joaca inocenta... Naivi copii de la ASE ! dam numarul de telefon, id-ul de messenger papa si la revedere! ne-a facut placere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3942916290185465861?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3942916290185465861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3942916290185465861' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3942916290185465861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3942916290185465861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/valea-regilor.html' title='Rezumatul rezumatului...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/RnBvbM0FZOI/AAAAAAAAADU/1PpOFQO_xK8/s72-c/12062007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4828344857003726000</id><published>2007-06-12T12:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:34:13.300+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supa de Pui'/><title type='text'>- Shimly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_RbM0FZMI/AAAAAAAAADE/GCvOB5CADVg/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_RbM0FZMI/AAAAAAAAADE/GCvOB5CADVg/s200/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075505570296194242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        "Bunicii mei erau casatoriti de mai bine de jmatate de secol si aveau un joc al lor pe care il jucau inca de pe vremea cand se intalnisera prima data. Scopul jocului era sa scrie cuvantul "shimly" intr-un loc din casa, stiut numai de cel care il scria, iar celalalt trebuia sa-l descopere. Scriau pe rand cuvantul "shimly" prin casa si de indata ce celalalt il gasea, era randul lui sa-l scrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Scriau "shimly" tragandu-si degetele prin cutiile cu zahar si faina, ca sa astepte pana cand celalalt umbla in ele ca sa gateasca. Il scriau cu colorant alimentar pe geamul aburit al curtii interioare, unde bunica ne dadea sa mancam budinca fierbinte, facuta in casa. "Shimly" mai scria si pe oglinda aburita dupa un dus fierbinte, unde reaparea de fiecare data dupa o baie. La un moment dat, bunica a derulat chiar un sul intreg de hartie igienica, ca sa scrie cuvantul pe ultima portiune de hartie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nu era loc unde sa nu poata rasari acest cuvant. S-au gasit biletele pe care era scris in graba "shimly" in bordul masinii, pe banchete sau lipite de volan. Erau indesate in vreun pantof sau varate sub perna. "Shimly era scris pe praful sau in cenusa din camin. Cuvantul acesta misterios era o parte importanta din casa bunicilor tot asa cum era mobila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mi-a trebuit mult timp ca sa apreciez la justa valoare jocul pe care il jucau bunicii mei. Scepticismul meu nu ma lasa sa cred in dragostea autentica - o dragoste pura si trecuta prin incercari. Nu am avut insa niciodata indoieli in privinta realatiei dintre bunicii mei. Nu se rezuma doar la micile lor harjoneli; era un mod de viata. Relatia lor se baza pe un devotament si o afectiune patimasa pe care doar putini au norocul sa le incerce in viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bunica si bunicul se tineau de mana ori de cate ori aveau ocazia s-o faca. Isi furau saruturi ori de cate ori se ciocneau unul de altul in bucataria lor mica. Se completau unul pe celalalt cand vorbeau si faceau impreuna cuvinte incrucisate. Bunica imi soptea la ureche ce dragut era bunicul si ce batranel chipes se facuse. Avea pretentia ca stiuse ea bine "ce sa aleaga".  Inaintea fiecarei mese, isi plecau amandoi capetele sa-i multumeasca lui Dumnezeu, minunandu-se de darurile lui: o familie minunata, o soarta fericita si faptul ca se aveau unul pe celalalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dar in viata bunicilor mei s-a ivit o negura: bunica avea cancer la san. Boala aparuse prima data cu 10 ani in urma. Ca intotdeauna, bunicul era vesnic in preajma ei. O mangaia in camera lor galbena, care fusese zugravita astfel incat bunica sa fie intotdeauna inconjurata de lumina blanda a soarelui, chiar si atunci cand se simtea prea rau ca sa poata iesi din casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Acum cancerul ii ataca din nou corpul. Sprijinindu-se intr-un baston si de bratul ferm al bunicului, au continuat sa mearga impreuna la biserica in fiecare dimineata. Dar bunica era din ce in ce mai slabita, pana cand intr-o zi n-a mai putut pleca din casa. O vreme, bunicul s-a dus singur la biserica, unde se ruga la Dumnezeu sa vegheze asupra sotiei sale. Intr-o zi insa, s-a petrecut lucrul acela de care ne era groaza tuturor. Bunica s-a prapadit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Shimly."Acesta era cuvantul inscriptionat pe panglicile roz ale jerbei la inmormantarea bunicii.&lt;br /&gt;                Cand cei veniti la priveghi s-au imprastiat pe la casele lor, matusile, unchii, verii si ceilalti membrii ai familiei s-au adunat pentru ultima oara in jurul bunicii. Bunicul s-a mai apropiat cu un pas de sicriu si, tragand stangaci aer in piept, a inceput sa-i cante. Printre lacrimile si durerea lui s-a inaltat un cantec de leagan duios si plin de simtitre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Zguduit in tristetea mea, n-am sa uit niciodata acea clipa. Am periceput atunci ca, desi nu aveam cum sa inteleg profunzimea iubirii lor, avusesem  marele noroc sa fiu martor la frumusetea neasemuita a acestei iubri.&lt;br /&gt;   S-h-i-m-l-y:  See Haw Much I love You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4828344857003726000?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4828344857003726000/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4828344857003726000' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4828344857003726000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4828344857003726000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/shimly.html' title='- Shimly -'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_RbM0FZMI/AAAAAAAAADE/GCvOB5CADVg/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7697095513178949994</id><published>2007-06-11T08:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:10:59.313+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supa de Pui'/><title type='text'>Fereastra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/69/__sr_/5174.jpg?mgQoofGB1fQmbwXr"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/461144a1z528ec52b/69/__sr_/5174.jpg?mgQoofGB1fQmbwXr" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iar viata este asa cum ne-o facem, asa a fost intotdeauna si asa va fi" Grandma Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erau odata doi barbati, amandoi grav bolnavi si care se aflau in aceeasi camaruta a unui mare spital. Desi era o camera mica, avea o fereastra care dadea afara, spre lume. Unui adintre barbati i s-a permis, ca parte a tratamentului, sa se ridice in pat o ora in fiecare amiaza(ceva in legatura cu drenarea lichidului din plamani). Patul sau era in apropierea ferestrei. Dar celalalt trebuia sa-si petreaca tot timpul culcat in pat pe spate.&lt;br /&gt;         In fiecare dupa amiaza cand  omul de langa fereastra era ridicat din pat pentru o ora. isi petrecea timpul descriindu-i celulilalt ce vedea afara. Fereastra dadea spre un parc unde se afla un lac. Pe lac se vedeau navmodelele. Tinerii indragostiti mergeau de mana in mana pe sub copaci, erau flori si pajisti cu iarba si se juca cu mingea. Iar in spate, dula liziera copacilor, era o vedere minunata a contururilor orasului.&lt;br /&gt;         Omul care zacea lungit il asculta pe celalalt descriind toate acestea si se bucura de fiecare minut. El auzi cum un copil aproape ca a cazut in lac si cat de frumoase erau fetele in rochiile lor de vara. Descrierile prietenului sau l-au facut sa se simta, in final, ca aproape poate vedea ce se intampla afara.&lt;br /&gt;         Apoi, intr-o dupa amiaza minunata, l-a lovit gandul: De ce omul de langa fereastra sa se bucure de toata placerea de a vedea ce este afara&gt; De ce b0ar avea su el sansa asta? Se simti rusinat, dar cu cat se straduia mai mult sa nu gandeasca asa, cu atat dorea schimbarea. Ar face orice pentru asta! Intr-o noapte, cum statea cu ochii atintiti in tavan, celalat om s-a trezit brusc tusind si sufocandu-se. Bajbaia cu mainile dupa butonul de urgenta pentru sora si nu-l gasea. Colegul sau a privit fara sa se miste nici macar cand nu a mai auzit sunetul respiratiei celulalt. Dimineata, sora il gasi pe celalalt barbat mort si indeparta in liniste trupul din incapere.&lt;br /&gt;         Imediat ce gasi momentul potrivit, colegul celui mort ceru sa fie mutat in patul de langa fereastra. Asa ca il mutara acolo, il asezara si il ajutara sa se simta destul de confortabil. In minutul in care infirmierii parasira camera, se ridica pe un umar cu mare greutate si durere si se uita pe fereastra.&lt;br /&gt;         Dadea spre un perete alb"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7697095513178949994?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7697095513178949994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7697095513178949994' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7697095513178949994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7697095513178949994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/fereastra.html' title='Fereastra'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5575318760869554615</id><published>2007-06-09T05:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:46:02.042+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personale'/><title type='text'>Ia parte la bucuria totului... fi alaturi de cei dragi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_Q680FZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xIQsdN7sKu8/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_Q680FZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xIQsdN7sKu8/s200/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075505016245413042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singur&lt;/span&gt;... la focul rasaritului... si asa imi aduc aminte de el...&lt;br /&gt;        Trenul a plecat din ultima gara cu mine in inca el, ramas acolo si citind din cartulia sufletului... eram singur in tren... inca depanand amintiri... si asa ma trezesc acum povestind despre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a intamplat cu mult timp in urma... prea placut ca sa-mi aduc aminte cu exactitate...  A venit la mine acasa... l-am simtit... era diferit... Era "George"! Simteam cum imi umple o parte din viata neatinsa pana acum! Am dat noroc si am aflat ca lucraeza la o firma mare... A 2-a sau a 3-a intalnire cu el si "mi-am permis"... domnul "Inter-Tir". Asa aveam sa il numesc adesea...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Mama a fost mai mult decat usor deranjeata de acest "nume"... dar el nu, m-a acceptat cu bratele deschise si mi-a oferit intelegerea de care eu nu am avut parte... Ai mei parinti chiar s-au certat pentru faptul ca eu mi-am acasa la el sa schimb programele la televizor si sa ma simt ca acasa... nu au inteles niciodata de ce, nici acum nu cred ca au inteles ce s-a intamplat cu mine atunci. Ma simteam acasa alaturi de el... Am descoperit iubirea mea pentru bidoane atunci cand la el in masina am dormit pentru prima oara in drum spre munte cu capul pe unul de plastic, am trait pentru prima oara senzatia de ocrotire din partea altcuiva atunci cand el mi-a luat apararea in fata parintilor mei cand am facut nazbatii! La nunta ficei lui, cand eram in varful copalui din curtea ce-i inconjura superba casa tot el a fost cel care i-a linistit... Tot el m-a aparat si m-a incurajat sa fiu copil... La petreceri nu a fost niciodata omul fruntas la glume, nu iesea din decor decat prin felul lui de a fi... un chip mereu vesel plin de linistire... Canta "Mos Craciun" de fiecare data alaturi de noi atunci cand scumpa mea mama impartea cadouri si ne pregatea jocuri si povesti pentru cei mici si pentru cei mari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In decursul anilor care s-au scurs intre noi am invatat de la el ce inseamna o familie, o alta decat ceea ce stiam eu, am facut parte din aceasta mare familie... Mi-a oferit o pereche de fini de care sunt mandru si carora le imprtasesc din experienta ori de cate ori am ocazia...&lt;br /&gt;         ...Intr-una din sambete, imi aduc aminte ca era sfarsit de saptamana pentru ca parintii nu erau la munca si el ne-a invitat la un gratar, ca intre buni prieni, el, sotia, parintii mei care au insistat sa venim acolo si pe care nu am putut dintr-un motiv sau altul sa-i refuz... Nu se intampla adesea, desi din ce in ce mai des in ultima vreme... parca incepea sa devina monoton dar datorita superbilor parinti, ai mei... firea lor vesela si plina de spirit tanar intotdeauna reuseau fara sa vrea sa faca din asta ... "un gratar pe cinste!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Am ajuns, am stat putina vreme, aveam alte lucruri de facut. Dupa juma' de ora, eu si sora am plecat, in caritier, la joaca cu copii de varsta noastra. Ne-am luat ramas bun ca de fiecare data si am plecat, pe bicicleta acasa... Nu mai stiu ce am facut in acea tragica zii cu exactitate, ce mai stiu este ca... Dupa fix 1 saptamana s-a intamplat. Ceva groaznic, parca stia, parca simtitse. Eram daramat! stateam si plangam in mijlocul holului tipand la mama sa fie tare... sa nu renunte la el... sa se duca la spital si sa vorbeasca cu el! sa-i spuna ca totul v-a fi bine si ca daca ar putea sa auda... nu ar vrea cuvinte de mila sau orice altceva in sensul... sa fie puternica pentru el! Georgica intrase in coma... Nimeni nu stia de ce. Pregatisem un elicopter pentru el pentru a il transfera la Bucuresti cat mai repede posibil sa il "repare". Si nu a mai fost nevoie... s-a dus...&lt;br /&gt;             Georgica murise. La o varsta frageda, la o varsta in care multi din lume isi vad nepotii crescand, ii duc la scoala, ii alinta si le zic povesti de noapte buna. La inmormantare am fost devastat! Am plans mai tare decat oricine alticineva. Multe condoleante mi-au fost adresate crezand ca eu sunt fiul lui. Mult timp nu am inteles ce s-a petrecut cu mine in aceea zi in care  "tu te bucuri si lumea plange".  Ce s-a petrecut acolo, atunci, in acele momente mi-au fost evidentiate in diferitele momente pe care inca le traiesc alaturi de parintii mei... El a fost persoana, el a fost al 2-lea tata pentru mine, mi-a aratat indirect ce inseamna o familie unita, un parinte gata sa te sustina cu zambetul pe buze, sa-ti ridice moralul cand esti la pamant, sa iti spuna ca totul o sa fie bine... un pic aerian, un spirit vesel, un om care iti zambea oridecate ori aveai o problema, te consola doar prin simplu fapt ca era acolo, alaturi de tine. Am realizat ca a fost al 2-lea tata pentru mine atunci cand l-am pierdut... Inca mai trag concluzii si invataminte despre viata...  din timpurile petrecute impreuna cu el si ma bucur ca au fost!                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cu o lacrima in ochi scriu aceste randuri lipsite de sens pentru multi... Inca mai pastrez ceasul "ursus" daruit de el... sacoul de la el el, de pe vremea cand nu purtam asa ceva... lipsite de praf si cu multa semnificatie pentru mine inca sunt acolo, pastrate cu grija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5575318760869554615?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5575318760869554615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5575318760869554615' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5575318760869554615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5575318760869554615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/ia-parte-la-bucuria-totului-fi-alaturi.html' title='Ia parte la bucuria totului... fi alaturi de cei dragi!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_Q680FZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xIQsdN7sKu8/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-33186544525656597</id><published>2007-06-01T03:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:31:16.965+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><title type='text'>Pentru copilul din fiecare... ! LA MULTI ANI !!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_PtM0FZJI/AAAAAAAAACs/8LGG2Ld2Ah4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_PtM0FZJI/AAAAAAAAACs/8LGG2Ld2Ah4/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075503680510583954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru copilul din fiecare... ! LA MULTI ANI !!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 iunie..... desenul din imagine a fost compus in mare parte de o mare visatoaren iar eu am varat cate o culoare pe ici pe colo....&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani copiilor, celor tineri precum si varstnicilor deopotriva!&lt;br /&gt;Toti avem in noi un copil intr-o stare de latenta manifestandu-se doar atunci cand ii dam voie!&lt;br /&gt;Macar astazi ar trebui sa il lasati sa se manifeste mai mult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii un copil e un lucru serios,&lt;br /&gt;Nimic pe lume nu e mai frumos!&lt;br /&gt;Nici un minut nu stai pe loc,&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa zambesti si ai noroc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este 1 iunie&lt;br /&gt;E prima zi de vara&lt;br /&gt;Soarele e sus pe cer&lt;br /&gt;E frumos afara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem astazi mai voiosi&lt;br /&gt;Caci avem serbare&lt;br /&gt;E ziua copiilor&lt;br /&gt;E zi de sarbatoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La serbare a venit&lt;br /&gt;Astazi multa lume.&lt;br /&gt;Cântece si poezii&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare spune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionel s-a încurcat&lt;br /&gt;Si s-a-nrosit ca focul&lt;br /&gt;‘Nu-i nimic’ cu totii au zis&lt;br /&gt;‘Bata l-ar norocu`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandu cel cu ochelari&lt;br /&gt;Cu a sa chitara&lt;br /&gt;Singur s-a acompaniat&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima oara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o coarda i s-a rupt&lt;br /&gt;Când lovi mai tare.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu s-a suparat&lt;br /&gt;C-asa e la serbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWTvb-HtsTM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWTvb-HtsTM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/2423816418300866163-33186544525656597?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/33186544525656597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=33186544525656597' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/33186544525656597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/33186544525656597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/pentru-copilul-din-fiecare-la-multi-ani.html' title='Pentru copilul din fiecare... ! LA MULTI ANI !!!...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_PtM0FZJI/AAAAAAAAACs/8LGG2Ld2Ah4/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-3575206775120185170</id><published>2007-05-24T04:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:33:37.016+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri de dimineata'/><title type='text'>A gandi impotriva-ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_O4M0FZHI/AAAAAAAAACc/YlBAY-Z0Zhk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_O4M0FZHI/AAAAAAAAACc/YlBAY-Z0Zhk/s200/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075502769977517170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patimasi suntem cu totii, niste turbati care, pierzand formula păcii lăuntrice, nu mai avem acces decat la meştesugul sfîşierii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt si rana si cutitul, iata absolutul nostru, iata vesnicia noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel ce incearca sa ne aline singuratatea sau sfasierile actioneaza impotriva intereselor si vocatiei noastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuram valoarea individului dupa suma dezacordurilor sale cu lucrurile, dupa neputinta de a fi indiferent, dupa refuzul de a deveni obiect. De aici vine si declansarea ideii de Bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa suferi: modalitate unica de a dobandi senzatia ca existi.&lt;br /&gt;Sa existi: singurul mod de a-ti salva pierzania. Si asa va ramane atat timp cat o cura de vesnicie nu ne va dezintoxica de devenire, atat timp cat nu ne apropiem de acea stare care dupa cum spunea un budist chinez, "clipa face cat zece mii de ani".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-3575206775120185170?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/3575206775120185170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=3575206775120185170' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3575206775120185170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/3575206775120185170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/05/gandi-impotriva-ti.html' title='A gandi impotriva-ti'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_O4M0FZHI/AAAAAAAAACc/YlBAY-Z0Zhk/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-6286535858444151699</id><published>2007-05-17T04:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:36:02.735+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Oare... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obosit...? sau nu?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_KWM0FZBI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Q2JLLuK9rg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_KWM0FZBI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Q2JLLuK9rg/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075497787815453714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu ce sa mai cred! se joaca cu mine, ma joc cu ea, un joc in 2... un joc placut pentru mine... si pentru ea?! sa fie prea periculos? sa fie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oare&lt;/span&gt; prea frumos? pentru cine!? pentru ea sau pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oare&lt;/span&gt;... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cert e ca e ceva, mai mult sau mai putin! nu stiu! dar mai stiu ceva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mergeam agale... cercetam... la stop un cetatean, avea o nevasta cu bot de mertan! s-a oprit! i s-a oprit motorul la semafor! ce ghinion... semafor de 10 secunde! reactie: depaseste dobitoaca... "Nu ne mai trageti pe dreapta!!!" carnet suspendat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP SI DE LA CAPAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea dinnou......., sub forma de politista, o satena superba, tanara... ma cerceta! am blocat reactiile vis a vis de ceea ce trebuia sa fac! un numar de telefon si o masa in oras! de ce? de ce nu?! ....... am ramas cu gandul la ea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visez... cu ochii deschisi, ii inchid si ma afund in... plajele superbe si rasarituri de soare alaturi de ea... de cine? nu stiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oare&lt;/span&gt;... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ZI DE ........... o sa fie mai bine .... ! doar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tre' sa dorm! ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oare&lt;/span&gt;... ? vise placute! ... pe mine ma gasiti pe o superba plaja undeva, pe o planeta, pe un ocean inghetat unde vulcanii strapung straturile superi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oare&lt;/span&gt; ale atmosferei... imaginatie bogata... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oare&lt;/span&gt;... ? pe o mare de...... vise placute! ne vedem acolo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-6286535858444151699?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/6286535858444151699/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=6286535858444151699' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6286535858444151699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/6286535858444151699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/05/oare.html' title='Oare... ?'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_KWM0FZBI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Q2JLLuK9rg/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-5016053400256705943</id><published>2007-05-14T12:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:45:14.980+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezumat'/><title type='text'>Semeni vant culegi furtuna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_JmM0FZAI/AAAAAAAAABk/QIn77SKQGYo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_JmM0FZAI/AAAAAAAAABk/QIn77SKQGYo/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075496963181732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe banca&lt;/span&gt;, afara'i cald, soarele ma mangaie printre umbrele, zapusala, astept de mai bine de 1 ora! ...vine in sfarsit, o blonda, superba, transpirata din cap pana'n picioare, pe gura scoate aburi... o bere rece in sfarsit!&lt;br /&gt;voie buna, veselie la masa unde zac oameni noi, cunostinte noi... ne simtim bine, povestim, impartasim impresii... e superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugitiv aflu din ziar chestii noi in tara noastra, neinteresant, trec prin ele ca vantul printre frunze, nederanjat de ceea ce se intampla! neinteresant... cobor,&lt;br /&gt;cu un mers apasat ma indrept spre casa... liniste si pace. ma simt rupt de realitate, intr-o lume unde visele's reale, printre ganduri si imagini ma ascund! pe fundal aud un zgomot, deranjant, zgaria linia melodica a noptii... ma trezesc uitandu-ma la 2 oameni, 2 indragostiti mergeau pe role... din stanga rasete din strafundul inimii... baiatul tocmai cazuse! nu putine ne-au fost rasetele la adresa lui. ne-am amuzat impreuna si de amintirile care usor usor ma cucereau. radeam din ce in ce mai tare... era hilar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...in parc&lt;/span&gt;, cu capul prin cerul senin unde obisnuiesc sa-mi petrec marea parte a timpului, plin de bucurie sufleteasca si imagini din copilaria-mi frumoasa, sunt trezit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; aveau aceasta placere deosebita de a-mi deranja buna vointa. nimic interesant. aveau chef de glume... ma amuz la randu-mi si rostesc sub forma de gluma ... "nu e sanatos ceea ce faceti"... STOP! se indreapta spre mine cu o falca'n cer si una'n pamant! in mine se incepe sa se nasca o fiara! gandul zbiara: "...nu'i de bine!". dupa ceea ce s-a dovedit a fi o scurta convorbire care a inceput cu "... asta-i kabral"... picioarele mi se inmoaie, pupilele se dilata, sangele galopa catre picioare, inima bate sa-mi sara din piept, adrenalina pura imi curge prin vene,ma simt greu... ma simt ca un cal gata sa faca cursa vietii lui. In cap... mi de blituri, imagini peste imagini, senzatii si trairi imi trazneau corpul. Pilula rosie sau cea albastra? sunt calm! ..........restul e istorie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 de secunde&lt;/span&gt;......, sange mult, genunchiul trozneste! nu se ridica, e rupt! plec spre casa  usor grabit...! 10 metrii mai departe si ii rog... "aveti grija de ei"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in baie acasa, ma curat, 6 julituri! nasol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi, ... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ai grija cum mergi prin parc&lt;/span&gt;"... somn usor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-5016053400256705943?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/5016053400256705943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=5016053400256705943' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5016053400256705943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/5016053400256705943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/05/semeni-vant-culegi-furtuna.html' title='Semeni vant culegi furtuna...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_JmM0FZAI/AAAAAAAAABk/QIn77SKQGYo/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-4866806766278237041</id><published>2007-05-02T14:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:38:49.911+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Salbaticie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_H2c0FY8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Qj-qO6uDgOU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_H2c0FY8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Qj-qO6uDgOU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075495043331351490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 nopti. 3 zile.&lt;/span&gt; 3 zile cu cortul si 10 persoane au facut din aceasta minivacanta o experienta extraordinara! multa bautura si mancare dupa care...  liniste, salbaticie,vreme frumoasa, companie placuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singur in padure... eu si natura... ne-am contopit din prima clipa in care am ajuns acolo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gandurile zboara, zboara catre cerul nemarginit al univerului meu. de ce ? de ce inca ma gandesc la ea? de ce nu imi da pace ? cred ca incep sa fac o obsesie. tre sa o las mai moale... dar nu inca! visez la o mare de scenarii. dau drumu imaginatiei. cred ca ar trebui sa ma opresc! o ia razna, gandeste obscen, nu ma incurajeaza! visez cum ea se indeparteaza, sare ca o gazela catre alte meleaguri tare indepartate de mine! STOP! ma trezesc, sunt iar in padure, la foc, singur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-4866806766278237041?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/4866806766278237041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=4866806766278237041' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4866806766278237041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/4866806766278237041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/05/salbaticie.html' title='Salbaticie!'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_H2c0FY8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Qj-qO6uDgOU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1835400127926175207</id><published>2007-04-18T20:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:37:26.535+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesiune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neliniste'/><title type='text'>Politica si oamenii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_F6M0FY5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqq4ZkAfGx8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_F6M0FY5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqq4ZkAfGx8/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075492908732605330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 aprilie... 3 colegi... o sala plina... liniste deplina... 1 conferinta... ! degeaba!&lt;br /&gt;in sala plina de oameni cu mai mult sau mai putin success m-am simtit singur! stateam pe scaun si ascultam traducerea din limba franceza. La un moment dat m-a luat valul, traducatorul parca-mi canta muzica la urechi... ma gandeam la o plaja insorita, o mare limpede, un coctail rece langa mine si tot timpul din lume! de ce ma aflam in acea sala ? din curiozitatea ? se poate... dar nu stiu sigur ce si cum cert e ca nu eram in locul in care trebuie. A fost o conferinta plictisitoare. Ma uitam la masa de oameni din sala si stiam ca majoritatea din ei nu si-ar dori sa fie acolo si ca e plictisitor. multi cascau, unii dormeau cu ochii deschisi altii incercau sa inteleaga ce se petrece si binenteles erau si oameni care erau acolo cu trup si suflet!&lt;br /&gt;nu, nu imi doream sa fiu acolo si totusi am mers! am stat 28 minute dupa care am plecat, am iesit din hotel si situatia a fost cu totul alta. eram in lumea mea... aer liber vantul batea usor, nu era nici prea cald nici prea rece pasul nostru usor grabit m-a tinut cu picioarele pe pamant caci altfel visam drumul pana acasa.&lt;br /&gt;acasa putina muzica... si ganduri ametitoare! trebuie sa ma descarc cumva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1835400127926175207?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1835400127926175207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1835400127926175207' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1835400127926175207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1835400127926175207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/06/politica-si-oamenii.html' title='Politica si oamenii..'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_F6M0FY5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqq4ZkAfGx8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-8753585265087847696</id><published>2007-04-17T13:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:46:34.146+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Just my 2 cents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_FL80FY4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KAHnhzbaqXY/s1600-h/1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_FL80FY4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KAHnhzbaqXY/s320/1366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075492114163655554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intra'n camera si exclama: "Iuli, dai pe realitatea si vezi ca arata ca a murit unu in fata la primaria 2 aseara! gasti de cartier!..."&lt;br /&gt;eu ii raspund frumos si calm: "sa fie sanatos", se uita la mine cu ochii mari si bulbucati de parca as fi fost un nebun!&lt;br /&gt;Traim intr-o lume in care e mai usor sa sfarami un atom decat o prejudecata!! detest chestia asta! nu vreau sa mai traiesc intr-o lume, in dorinta de a te uita la un film de groaza iar acesta incepe si se termina cu stirile de la ora 5! vreau sa fac o schimbare in viata asta! nu vreau ca urmasii mei sa se trezeasca dimineata iar eu sa le tin prelegeri despre cat de atenti ar trebui sa fie! vreau sa traim intr-o lume in care "stirile de la ora 5" nu sunt filme de groaza si in care ar trebui sa fie stiri cu oameni buni si altruisti! stiu ca se poate. altii au demonstrat asta, dar din pacate sau din fericire mentalitatea noastra nu se v-a schimba. vreau sa fac o schimbare! si o sa O FAC!&lt;br /&gt;"Alegerile pe care le facem si nu sansele de care profitam ne determina destinul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incerc sa imi alung gandurile negative si sa vad partea pozitiva din oameni si din lucrurile care ma inconjoara! stiu ca oricine poate face asta daca vrea cu adevarat... sper sa gasesc pe cineva care sa ma ajute pe mine sa o fac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Să plutim cuprinşi de farmec&lt;br /&gt;Sub lumina blândei lune -&lt;br /&gt;Vântu-n trestii lin foşnească,&lt;br /&gt;Unduioasa apă sune!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta ar trebui sa fie in sufletul tuturor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-8753585265087847696?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/8753585265087847696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=8753585265087847696' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8753585265087847696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/8753585265087847696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-my-2-cents.html' title='Just my 2 cents...'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm_FL80FY4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KAHnhzbaqXY/s72-c/1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-7164157513599624181</id><published>2007-04-16T10:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:02:01.002+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este o zeita... merge pe acest pamant neafectata de lumea din jur caci emana energie supra omeneasca, nefireasca totodata placuta, prea puternica pentru muritorii de rand dar nu si pentru ea... Este un inger frumos coborat din cer pentru a ne bucura de el, de ea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-7164157513599624181?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/7164157513599624181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=7164157513599624181' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7164157513599624181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/7164157513599624181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/09/cine.html' title='Cine ?'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423816418300866163.post-1734430037263922593</id><published>2007-03-16T04:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:44:46.963+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><title type='text'>August - 2002 - Botez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm7Las0FY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rZdhvWH60Jw/s1600-h/7604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm7Las0FY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rZdhvWH60Jw/s320/7604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075217489659781970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP CADRU !!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu faceti asa cum am facut eu in acea zi plina de sentimente, ganduri si senzatii, ele care ar trebui sa ma umple si sa ma fac sa fiu ma iubitor, mai intelept mai bun si in cele din urma mai fericit. Desi a fost o zii minunata de vara nu a fost ziua potrivita pentru a face acel pas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423816418300866163-1734430037263922593?l=zapacit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/feeds/1734430037263922593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423816418300866163&amp;postID=1734430037263922593' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1734430037263922593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423816418300866163/posts/default/1734430037263922593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapacit.blogspot.com/2007/03/august-2002-botez.html' title='August - 2002 - Botez'/><author><name>zapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951100718605447891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/884428868_c34438493d_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NU5nMnT50uQ/Rm7Las0FY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rZdhvWH60Jw/s72-c/7604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
