tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26895189231878014472023-11-16T07:45:26.915-08:00éternellel'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-89693393664055296822011-01-01T09:43:00.000-08:002011-01-01T09:43:58.053-08:00Acum...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Color%20Splash%20and%20Black%20and%20White/high-speed-photography-glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Color%20Splash%20and%20Black%20and%20White/high-speed-photography-glasses.jpg" /></a></div>Ce e acum? Mai nimic,acum eu imi fac bagajele si plec. De ce? N-am ce mai face aici, nu mai apartin acestui loc, mi se pare absolut insuportabil...<br />
Mi-a putrezit inima-n piept, iar creieru-mi e mai vesel ca niciodata. Se bucura ca in sfarsit cineva mi-a starpit iubirea,ca cineva si-a batut joc de sufletul meu... Ce ironic...ce trist..ce aiurea!<br />
Am plans...am crezut ca-mi voi da plamanii afara, n-am facut-o ..pacat, sunt sigura ca mintea mea bolnava s-ar fi bucurat! Doamne, cu cata fericire nebuna, creierul asta...vrea sa ma omoare!... Sarmanul nu stie ca fara mine el nu poate exista, asa ca-l las in nebunia lui si rabd...!l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-65517143147026809882010-12-31T08:57:00.000-08:002010-12-31T08:58:30.408-08:00I s-a spus de mii de ori<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab226/marshmellowcream/crying_girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab226/marshmellowcream/crying_girl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"-Ce frumoasa esti cand plangi...!" I s-a spus de mii de ori... pana la urma a-nceput sa creada si ea. Si plangea chiar si atunci cand trebuia sa rada, deoarece era frumoasa cand plangea... Si plange azi,plange maine...plange 20 de ani...cand se uita in oglinda...N-a mai avut ce vedea!!!</span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNFGePUxPV0GBXd6Ro3s4Q88rRXjqXQO33h7B6slnwn0h-LtSgYBPKJzpyqo7KNN5Vsr3KqtUM3L6RhUAR99FhVAAn6eogszihAt1knHwjp6ONEvVEeCxX1pSAlfLNs3znbe5iZDCr6rI/s1600/Faceless-Woman-in-Mirror-by-Atiqah-Aekman-W.-450x356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNFGePUxPV0GBXd6Ro3s4Q88rRXjqXQO33h7B6slnwn0h-LtSgYBPKJzpyqo7KNN5Vsr3KqtUM3L6RhUAR99FhVAAn6eogszihAt1knHwjp6ONEvVEeCxX1pSAlfLNs3znbe5iZDCr6rI/s320/Faceless-Woman-in-Mirror-by-Atiqah-Aekman-W.-450x356.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-19650530148982146072010-12-31T08:38:00.000-08:002010-12-31T08:47:50.257-08:00Si eu...?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f110/caihong/SadGLBL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f110/caihong/SadGLBL.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Si eu cu ce-am ramas pana la urma,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cand iata, totul s-a curmat?!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Urma ta inca mai poposeste sub pat...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Parfumul tau prea parfumat </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Se-ndeparteaza agale...molatic...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Printre spini de-argint sarat...!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Mai stii?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cantai de mult un vers...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ce melodie nu avea,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dar il bolboroseai intr-una</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ca ma innebuneai!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cu ce-am ramas?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nu cu multe</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cu putine chiar,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">De drept vrei sa-ti spun.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mi-e ciuda</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ca-n baloane de sapun</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">S-a-mpletit abia</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Viata mea cu</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Minciuna ta!...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Si-am ramas aproape singur</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ma-nsoteste din cand in cand</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Asa in mintea-mi</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amintirea ta...!</span></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-72116667439022593312010-12-10T08:28:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:28:20.247-08:004.Ziua lui<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw4g549Mmpl8TRWp1dw1XG_4Sya-ymPWfhD6FEi9SdqppwU6fQULHJlRTBwoUxcIYjXuaTvpjMxVYEP1n4ApUsVXMEh4QlYEfAHR9EffWuAqT3lNckUSVmcqZosoi8x3m4koN7a2_-fzr/s1600/Love+Letter+Opener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw4g549Mmpl8TRWp1dw1XG_4Sya-ymPWfhD6FEi9SdqppwU6fQULHJlRTBwoUxcIYjXuaTvpjMxVYEP1n4ApUsVXMEh4QlYEfAHR9EffWuAqT3lNckUSVmcqZosoi8x3m4koN7a2_-fzr/s320/Love+Letter+Opener.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Toamna sufletului meu,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Iti multumesc ca ajuti la intregirea mea. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Pentru mine esti o piesa importanta din puzzle-ul ce-l construiesc de ceva timp.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Faci parte din mine ca vrei ca nu vrei nu e decizia ta ci a mea. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Azi, o ultima zi de brumarel...</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Un nou strop de bruma se prelinge pe scoarta stejarului,ce-n fiecare an se inalta mai sus si mai sus...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Acest strop de bruma rodeste o noua frunza ce-l face si mai falnic si mai tanar...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Un vant puternic i-a rupt o ghinda, iar aceasta si-a facut cuib in sufletul meu.</div><div style="text-align: left;">N-a durat mult si samanta a germinat, iar embrionul ei este dragostea ce-i da sufletului melodie sa danseze si-l face sa vibreze.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Poate fulgul ce se va aseza pe bobocu-mi uscat la radacina, topindu-se va da o noua floare, ce-as vrea sa zboare , sa se cuibareasca in sanul tau, sau, mai bine, m-as transforma eu in Degetica,si-as calatorii pe-o cioara si m-as adapostii in palmele tale...</div><div style="text-align: left;">M-ai primii?...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-74712688541896916772010-12-10T07:32:00.000-08:002010-12-10T07:32:50.179-08:003.El<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdN7eQ4hNg6DZZlXjP-Ad-Jw3iBYytcM2lvIiQ7S3C4XZHlcLFhWG0wLcilcxugBzCfI0gZFNJ27Z070B1dHswHAmeZYGAOQTKbDuW0kGhvCNzHJfmmJ6rTIeZEVF1EhnfMCrGinlS3sRO/s1600/38948-couple-in-love_original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdN7eQ4hNg6DZZlXjP-Ad-Jw3iBYytcM2lvIiQ7S3C4XZHlcLFhWG0wLcilcxugBzCfI0gZFNJ27Z070B1dHswHAmeZYGAOQTKbDuW0kGhvCNzHJfmmJ6rTIeZEVF1EhnfMCrGinlS3sRO/s320/38948-couple-in-love_original.jpg" width="320" /></a>Incepuse sa se urasca.<br />
Devenise obsedat de ea,o iubea,o dorea, "canta" dupa placul ei. <br />
Vorbeau de putin timp.<br />
Credea ca stie ce face,dar ea domina cu lacrimile si vocea ei.<br />
Se calma cand o suna,cand ea-i radea in urechi; ar fi vrut sa-i rada toata viata ce-o mai avea...<br />
O dorea zambitoare,trista...o vroia toata,toata! Insa ei incepu sa nu-i mai pese de la un timp...cel putin asa credea el.<br />
Ii dorea trupul. Tineretea ei il imbata,facandu-l s-o doreasca mai aprins.<br />
De multe ori o amagea,nu-i spunea concret ce simte. Ii purta o dragoste impulsiva. Cu toate acestea se controla,fiind ft patern in acele momente... dar se saturase! <br />
Credea ca ea se joaca. Gresea, era doar mai cumpatata ca el.<br />
El se razvratea, dar trebuia sa lase dupa ea,deoarece era prea nebun.<br />
Nu-si daduse seama c-o iubeste intr-atat,incerca sa ascunda ceea ce simtea,dar dadea pe dinafara; ranind-o sau ridicand-o pe un piedestal. <br />
Mereu statea si incerca sa-si reaminteasca toate ingrijorarile ei si dragostea cu care-l "cocolosea".<br />
Deja era iun drog pt el partea ei dulce si indragostita. Insa de la o vreme, ea incepu "sa-si arate coltii".<br />
Gelozia crestea,se transforma in ura.<br />
Vroia s-o manance, sa fie-n el. Doar asa putea sigur...!l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-20080697298726061582010-12-09T10:12:00.000-08:002010-12-09T10:12:08.757-08:00Poezia ei (femeia)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicUFPLFr-dwbVYr2U2La9IgqKXZZFfLx-wtY5lpBvI72N10VvgdIhxsLtBiOdG6-D6qMQjKBu0xY3ig9CsrB1G6ECk3EsK0Mag_qff3AonpgvBHn0dNVX3o-tBIGUPmNfJ_P9ZYIoGkq0/s1600/Foi+de+jurnal001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicUFPLFr-dwbVYr2U2La9IgqKXZZFfLx-wtY5lpBvI72N10VvgdIhxsLtBiOdG6-D6qMQjKBu0xY3ig9CsrB1G6ECk3EsK0Mag_qff3AonpgvBHn0dNVX3o-tBIGUPmNfJ_P9ZYIoGkq0/s320/Foi+de+jurnal001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Soapte</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Asteapta-ma intre apus si rasarit, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> intre apa si cer</div><div style="text-align: center;"> intre nori si pamant!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">pulberi de vant</div><div style="text-align: center;">voi fi</div><div style="text-align: center;">purtandu-te</div><div style="text-align: center;">prin vis</div><div style="text-align: center;">pan' la infinit!... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-85323029976772790812010-12-09T10:01:00.000-08:002010-12-09T10:06:29.037-08:005. Poezia lui<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPB_OSN0Re0FfTizrad-ubFBvdWxqD2cVS8vpwvGCXEWg3QTgDpLpU6IHR-riFOwLWNDpr5FEjMTeunQRAUnJsancG3kztsy5KyCyDgYIlF7PACTYCauzXqyhrmqYRh62URES8FuSQG7W/s1600/570721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPB_OSN0Re0FfTizrad-ubFBvdWxqD2cVS8vpwvGCXEWg3QTgDpLpU6IHR-riFOwLWNDpr5FEjMTeunQRAUnJsancG3kztsy5KyCyDgYIlF7PACTYCauzXqyhrmqYRh62URES8FuSQG7W/s320/570721.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Vocea</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">Isi lasase capul in maini.</div><div></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">O farama </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">din vechea teama</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">s-a trezit din nou.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">A intrat ca o umbra, </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">patrunsese in aceasta imagine</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">si o spulbera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">Parca i se scursese</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">tot sangele din vene.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">Noaptea</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">se tot foia nelinistit</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">cu pleoapele de sus lasate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">In toamna ce-a inceput</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">sa scuture frunzele copacilor,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">viata facuse sa-i apara riduri.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">Si vocea ce taia ca o lama</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">in scurgerea timpului,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv1544891672MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">deveni o ... litanie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-224127820495626632010-12-09T09:45:00.000-08:002010-12-09T09:45:56.916-08:002.Ea ca un copil<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDRh0y5PqzleJ6IZNH2Dv4dg7qOavaFbr6cGhU0bQoxGwGEwGtXSHgfw4Fe5Rcp9cxv06UzMidFOt7lM-pdS0gdBRPN07blUVCU9jNKvQn4FjtTZwERaLYWufSittDKo_gXCVDbvl-Xsk/s1600/iubire+de+copil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDRh0y5PqzleJ6IZNH2Dv4dg7qOavaFbr6cGhU0bQoxGwGEwGtXSHgfw4Fe5Rcp9cxv06UzMidFOt7lM-pdS0gdBRPN07blUVCU9jNKvQn4FjtTZwERaLYWufSittDKo_gXCVDbvl-Xsk/s320/iubire+de+copil.jpg" width="240" /></a>Iubire de copil</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In baloane de sapun</div><div style="text-align: center;">sa se-mbratiseze-as vrea </div><div style="text-align: center;">viata mea cu (viata) ta</div><div style="text-align: center;">unite-ntr-un sarut</div><div style="text-align: center;">si pecetluite-n lut ...!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-49589819763591929152010-12-09T09:36:00.000-08:002010-12-09T09:40:02.931-08:001. Inceputul<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNcajCTI2GhS7QiJ1MMQng2xl2gPpjkeOEr-7pS7Vt3S2y6w7-tcReUgdmD5KGPbvU0w-HO_7TdptTssw3UDCuzrNb8uiZ6OmAOSn8zpH8QeylA8kM0xGzfR3LjgSp1L6zyxPjRYtu6an/s1600/Foi+de+jurnal006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNcajCTI2GhS7QiJ1MMQng2xl2gPpjkeOEr-7pS7Vt3S2y6w7-tcReUgdmD5KGPbvU0w-HO_7TdptTssw3UDCuzrNb8uiZ6OmAOSn8zpH8QeylA8kM0xGzfR3LjgSp1L6zyxPjRYtu6an/s320/Foi+de+jurnal006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Singură în frumuseţe</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Mi-au ruginit florile obrajilor!<br />
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Cioburile-mi ştrangulate de atâta <br />
frumuseţe<br />
au pălit!<br />
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Atât de-nsingurată-n frumuseţe...!<br />
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Privirile-mi adânci fărâmiţate<br />
s-au transformat in raze...! </i></span></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-91032597162464934902010-11-25T10:38:00.000-08:002010-11-25T11:11:06.673-08:00Paralela intre mine si Cornel Botean-neterminat<div style="text-align: center;">Sarut</div><div style="text-align: center;">de Popa Evelyn </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Doua petale de trandafir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parfumate de bruma timpurie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Au cazut...! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sarut</div><div style="text-align: center;">de Cornel Botean</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> ti-am furat rujul</div><div style="text-align: center;">de pe buze</div><div style="text-align: center;">hoteste</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Libertate</div><div style="text-align: center;">de Cornel Botean</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">am pus mana pe tine </div><div style="text-align: center;">si te pastrez acum</div><div style="text-align: center;">in colivie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Libertate</div><div style="text-align: center;">de Popa Evelyn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanjesc dupa trupu-ti zvelt</div><div style="text-align: center;">asemeni pasarii din colivie...! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As vrea sa-mi creasca</div><div style="text-align: center;">aripi de serafim</div><div style="text-align: center;">si sa zbor</div><div style="text-align: center;">ca Ikar! </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-63668734954303984962010-11-13T05:25:00.000-08:002010-11-13T05:25:44.346-08:00Dragoste tarzie-T.Arghezi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtB1qCmCsvo-KXJXDHVoyHJ3CV9jOwl0KbA_bExxexVByDZRTjIQzSirCn8tSpH_pLKJ5b3s6vtpRGGpUI0bKfXq_ZBvyO5rwlax0pk1S5tyTg8MItkB4RElUMMyCXJwZYHaMcZObf_lPI/s1600/sad_couple1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtB1qCmCsvo-KXJXDHVoyHJ3CV9jOwl0KbA_bExxexVByDZRTjIQzSirCn8tSpH_pLKJ5b3s6vtpRGGpUI0bKfXq_ZBvyO5rwlax0pk1S5tyTg8MItkB4RElUMMyCXJwZYHaMcZObf_lPI/s320/sad_couple1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i>Da, te-as iubi cum ma iubesti si tu.<br />
Inim-ar spune da, cugetul nu.<br />
Te-ai asteptat valtoarea sa ma ia<br />
Si sa ma arda in dogoarea ta.<br />
De unde te-ai ivit sa ma-mpresori<br />
Cu-atatea stele si cu-atati fiori?<br />
Nu ti-ai dat seama, si de-abia<br />
Vedeam si eu ca ai putea<br />
Sa fii copila mea.<br />
Simtirea dragostei, ades nebuna,<br />
Razletele streine le-mpreuna,<br />
Si varstele le face deopotriva.<br />
Femeie patimasa, aprinsa, uscativa,<br />
Esti tanara, trufasa si frumoasa.<br />
Ma vrei al tau si-atat, si nu-ti mai pasa<br />
De toti ai tai, de toti ai mei,<br />
Jertifiti unei femei.<br />
Ai vrut sa te desfaci dintre dantele,<br />
Sa mi te dai ca versurilor mele.<br />
Betia te prinsese de o data,<br />
Si vreai sa fii a mea de tot si toata,<br />
Calcand o pravila, uitand<br />
Ca ai iesi din rand.<br />
Si te-am facut sa suferi, stiu,<br />
In ce aveai in tine mai zvacnit si viu.<br />
M-am prefacut ca nu-nteleg,<br />
Ca sa ramai ce esti, si eu intreg,<br />
Si te-am jignit cu voie, sa ma ierti,<br />
Poti sa blestemi si sa ma certi<br />
Din departarea care iti ascunde,<br />
Cu plansii ochi, si coapsele rotunde.</i></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-2623627035525846522010-11-10T11:13:00.000-08:002010-11-10T11:13:00.376-08:00Intinerire<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ea privea uimita,cum din pamantul negru al scalpului lui pe zi ce trecea inflorea cate-un ghiocel,alb ca spuma laptelui.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Prima data </span>ea, cu maini grabite si naivitate de copil a vrut sa culeaga ghiocelul,dar bratul vanjos de agricultor o opri inainte ca sa apuce sa fure primul rod al muncii lui.<br />
Pe zi ce trecea,vorba lui era tot mai inteleapta si glasul tot mai stins...ochii i se incetosau si mana-i tremura pe trupul zvelt al copilei lui.<br />
-Ah, intinerind cu tine,tu vestejesti in zile,eu tot cresc...<br />
Si el a crescut sub ochii ei catifelat de blanzi si ea i-a dat hrana de la sanu-i de para coapta,ea l-a acoperit tarziu in noapte cand se dezvelea prin somnu-i de prunc imbaiat. Ea, ca o mama prea frageda,el ca un copil gangav...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/snowdrop1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/snowdrop1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Mare i-a fost mirarea cand, intr-o zi langa trupu-i abia trezit a gasit un morman de ghiocei...si ei i-au zambit cum ii zambea el...!l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-35871402008263657982010-11-10T07:06:00.000-08:002010-11-14T00:16:05.216-08:00Profesorul<i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ea, nu mai era ca anul trecut...nu-si mai dorea atingerea sau sarutarea lui...Totusi radea sufletu-n ea cand el, cu privirea-i cercetatoare o cauta. Si-o gasea mereu, fidela si atenta.</span></i><br />
<i>Ii placea s-o priveasca atunci cand ea nu-l vedea, cand era inconjurata de colegii ei si radea, iar rasul ei ii umplea portativul de panza al timpanului sau.</i><br />
<i>Anul trecut suferea din cauza lui. Si el observase asta,dar n-o crezuse pana nu i-o confirmasera si altii, crezand ca e o toana de-a fetei.</i><br />
<i>-Dom' profesor! se auzi vocea pitigaiata a unei fete.</i><br />
<i>-Ce?facu Iulian trezit din visare.</i><br />
<i>-Mai explicati odata problema? </i><br />
<i>Raspunsul fu clopotelul ce vesti vesel pauza.</i><br />
<i>"Unde era ea?!tipa gandul lui sugrumat de buzele stranse.".</i><br />
<i>Copiii parasira clasa zgomotos. Daria prietena Luciei isi lua alene ghiozdanul, ascunzand pachetul de tigari ce erau sa-i iasa din buzunarul hainei si dadu sa plece.</i><br />
<i>-Auzi,ce-i cu asta? facu el incruntandu-se. </i><br />
<i>Dariei ii statu inima-n loc. "Daca m-a vazut ratatul lumii? proasta de mine! Vai cum se uita la mine...ce sa-i zic?!" si-si curma gandurile intreband cu tupeu:</i><br />
<i>-Care?facu ea pe mirata.</i><br />
<i>-Colega ta. </i><br />
<i>Daria rasufla usurata.</i><br />
<i>-Lucia?continua ea curioasa.</i><br />
<i>-Da,da...</i><br />
<i>-E la spital,nu v-a spus Clara?</i><br />
<i>-Nu! si pleca din clasa.</i><br />
<i>Dupa o saptamana Lucia se intoarse la scoala unde fu primita cu calde imbratisari de catre colegele si prietenele ei. La ora nu-l privi de loc. Nici el nu se obosi s-o priveasca,ii era parca ciuda pe ea acum ca se intorsese.</i><br />
<i>-Novleanu,la tabla! se auzi poruncitor vocea lui Iulian.</i><br />
<i>Lucia se ridica din banca tremuratoare. </i><br />
<i>-Nu tu! facu acesta indignat.</i><br />
<i>Lucia isi ridica privirile din pamant cuvantand tare si apasat:</i><br />
<i>-Alta Novleanu nu este in clasa asta!</i><br />
<i>-Stai jos! 2!incheie el rece.</i><br />
<i>Lucia-l sageta cu privirea si-o uimi indiferenta cu care o privea el.</i><br />
<i>Ora continua intr-o atmosfera destul de incordata. Totusi odata cu clinchetul grabit al clopotelului totul se mai destinse.</i><br />
<a href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s3/upgradeyou479/Couples/z75873842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s3/upgradeyou479/Couples/z75873842.jpg" width="212" /></a><i>Profesorul iesi furtunos din clasa.Lucia, mai horatarata ca oricand pleca pe urmele lui.</i><br />
<i>-Domnule profesor,aveti ceva cu mine?facu ea bagandu-se-n fata lui. </i><br />
<i>Iulian o dadu la o parte, insa ea-l prinse de mana. In mintea celor doi incepura sa se deruleze imagini care fusesera ascunse pana acum:ea razand,el privind-o,el explicand, atent urmarit de privirile-i inteligente si visatoare,ziua in care el o trase de mainica,pieptul lui atingandu-se de capul ei,bratul sau pe umerii ei,lacrimile ei,sarutul...</i><br />
<i>Ea-si retrase sperios mana. El o privi in ochi ca alatadata,iar cele doua oceane de intuneric se prefacura-ntr-o noapte adanca...</i><br />
<i>-Ma bucur ca esti bine...Lucia...</i>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-60634035170869309792010-10-26T11:24:00.000-07:002010-10-26T11:24:22.195-07:00Geana timpului<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o439/cpper22008/95ddb9d500e19e3761e7f785967999f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o439/cpper22008/95ddb9d500e19e3761e7f785967999f2.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Timpul m-a pierdut</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">printre ceasornicele-i multicolore</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">ce-si torc ticairile</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">fiecare-n ritmul sau..</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">O clipa-i tineretea,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">si doar un strop </span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">din viata</span></span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">ce alearga de nebuna</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: white;">pe strazi...!</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-16882218774016369692010-10-20T12:01:00.000-07:002010-10-26T11:51:33.679-07:00De-o viaţă<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i754.photobucket.com/albums/xx189/suck_on_it/DSC04116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i754.photobucket.com/albums/xx189/suck_on_it/DSC04116.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: small;">Aerul <br />
strălucea de transparenţa<br />
sufletului ce sfida moartea<br />
abrutizată în pasiuni feroce<br />
plutind pe o apă nemişcată<br />
de starea de nelinişte şi neîncredere<br />
a unei obişnuinţe îndelungate<br />
de-o viaţă.</span></span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: small;">P.S.Marius-Iulian Zinca </span></span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-38621085797858174652010-10-20T11:42:00.000-07:002010-10-20T11:46:31.770-07:00Rayle<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/photographe/fbs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/photographe/fbs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Din pupul cărei flori</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> te-ai născut tu,Rayle?</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Sau o rază nuanţată de căldură</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> sărutând un bob de rouă</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> te-a zămislit?</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Tu,Rayle vorbeşti o limbă</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> atât de străină de mine...!</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Pe litere i-am bolborosit numele:</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> D.R.A.G.O.S.T.E.!</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Tu ştii un singur verb,Rayle,</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> pe care-l foloseşti într-una:</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "a iubi"!</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Poate, într-o zi-ţi vei face timp</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> să mă-nveţi şi pe mine,</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> acestă limbă necunoscută</span></span></i><br />
<i style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> fiinţei mele de până acum!... </span></span></i></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-21572474584695739292010-10-14T10:52:00.000-07:002010-10-21T06:26:47.756-07:00O alta femeie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br />
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<div align="justify">Iubiri mincinoase</div></div><div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></i><br />
<div align="justify">Femei păcătoase! </div></div></div><span style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: small;"></span></span>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-20266486957088343192010-10-11T10:42:00.000-07:002010-10-11T10:42:15.017-07:00Hoinarul lui Nichita Stanescu<a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: left;"></div> <span style="color: white;"> </span><i style="color: white;"> Necuvintele:</i><br />
<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>Sarate amintiri</i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>parfumate de bruma</i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>inecate-n prafuri</i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>de zgura,</i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>Inimi de bronz </i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i>pofte salbatice...!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-49774481884549248162010-10-07T10:58:00.000-07:002010-10-07T10:58:22.972-07:00Ploaie de toamna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g275/italiancutii67/raining.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g275/italiancutii67/raining.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>El:Sa vi!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ea:Cand?</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>El:Sa nu uiti!</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ea:Stai!alearga spre el si-l prinde de brat.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>El:Ce e?</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ea:Nu m-ai sarutat de ramas bun!</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>El o saruta.</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ea:Mai vreau odata!</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>O mai saruta odata.</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ea: Atunci...si-si lasa capul in pamant. Pe curand!</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>El zambi.Ploaia incepe...</i></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Acelasi el</i></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>...plange...asteapta...sa vina... </i></span><br />
<div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>...dar ea?</i></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>ea a plecat cu ploaia...! </i></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></i></span>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-6511984801368120602010-10-06T12:06:00.000-07:002010-10-07T12:27:47.365-07:00Sarutul otravit<div style="color: #f1c232;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/Decorated%20images/maria-1c-h-beautifuls_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad233/Misheale/Decorated%20images/maria-1c-h-beautifuls_large.jpg" width="271" /></a></div>"Stiindu-te langa Ea sangele-mi fierbe,iar apoi condensandu-se imi revine-n vene...!</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Cand ma gandesc cu cata tandrete ii saruti fruntea, ma sufoc in venin...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Am ajuns sa ma sarcabesc pe mine insami!"</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">El se apropie de fiinta ce zacea in convulsii pe gresia uda,o ridica in brate,ii sterse ochii plini de lacrimi si-i saruta fruntea dragastos...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">-Te urasc... suiera ea...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">El zambi...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">-Gelozia te-a transformat intr-un demon,un demon brun si atat de frumos,un demon cu chip de inger...<br />
</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Il impinse cazand peste el.Incepu sa-l loveasca ,sa-l zgarie, sa tipe...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">El se lasa ranit,jignit...<br />
Merita....sau cel putin asa credeau ei doi...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Ea il iubea de mult,de la inceput,nu stia de el o iubeste sau nu,el nu-i spusese nicicand ce simte,se ascundea mereu,o lasa pe ea sa ghiceasca ce gandeste si ce simte...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Iubirea lor...oare o pot numi iubire? e mai mult un amalgam de trairi,de senzatii...un amalgam neomogen ...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">existau ei oare? El spunea uneori: NOI.... </div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Ea mereu il contrazicea,apoi ii mangaia parul abia pudrat de sarutul iernii,radea si se lasa adormita de bratele lui...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Nu erau mereu asa,de multe ori ea pleca de langa el zile,saptamani...apoi revenea parca mai trista de fiecare data...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">El o astepta mereu...iar acum pe cand se intorcea cu lacrimi in ochi,dupa ce se lasa imbratisata ii sopti:</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">-N-ai vrea sa mori?</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">-Cu tine,as muri oricum si oricand...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Seara pe cand el dormea ii turna in gura veninul leandrului alb,il saruta sorbind si ea licoarea mortii,apoi se aseza cu capul pe pieptul lui...</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">"...Ce frumosi sunt ei dormindu-si somnul de veci..." </div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-57678273098898395552010-10-05T12:12:00.000-07:002010-10-07T07:30:23.482-07:00...sfarsit?!<div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="color: white;"> -lui P.-</span></span></i></div><div style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">El:Aici!</span></i></div><div style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ea:Cand? </span></i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Maine!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:De ce?</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Pentru ca...vreau sa te vad!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:Bine...</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Nu te bucuri?!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:Deloc...</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Atunci...</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:Ce?</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Adio...!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:Nu pleca!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:De ce?</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:Pentru ca...</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>El:Deoarece?!</i></div><div style="color: white;"><i>Ea:...te...iubesc...!</i></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="color: white;"> </span></i></div><span style="color: #666666;"><i> </i></span>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-21623365547696221702010-10-05T11:45:00.000-07:002010-10-07T12:30:12.674-07:00Efemer<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/if-its-luurve/photography/8953.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/if-its-luurve/photography/8953.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mi-aduc aminte,</span></i></div></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Stateam aici</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Te asteptam...</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tu intarziai sa vii</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">cu fiece clipa,</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">cu fiece pas,</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">cu fiece anotimp...</span></i></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Si n-ai mai venit!...</span></i></div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689518923187801447.post-60836033286848301612010-10-05T11:23:00.000-07:002010-10-07T12:30:52.500-07:00Le sensible coeur de la mer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80mRGNHU8URxKFukRafI7RR7qyuda-VfqzzPGpqyq5nk6VsJjikziotFsmuLwiEWacOjidgyC8zjT3rg8HR4zX_l7df7P341AxUD71TZvvZFNZp9Vhl0mggd5Y3CG36UTwIyDGEH4xupJ/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80mRGNHU8URxKFukRafI7RR7qyuda-VfqzzPGpqyq5nk6VsJjikziotFsmuLwiEWacOjidgyC8zjT3rg8HR4zX_l7df7P341AxUD71TZvvZFNZp9Vhl0mggd5Y3CG36UTwIyDGEH4xupJ/s1600/6.jpg" /></a></div><a name='more'></a><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Ma frang l-adierea primului cant din zori de zi al randunicii si pier cu fiece tipat de cocor la apus...</div><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Ma-nec prea repede-n valul de oxigen ce salbatic imi loveste buretosii plamani si ma sufoc in negrele catene de carbon.</div><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Stropi de miere fosforescenta, in canale frumos slefuite de carii,asemeni dorului ce roade inima de mar si acreste dulcele miez de cireasa amara.</div><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Un pescarus mi-a luat in voiaj sufletul,purtandu-l printre nori,adapandu-se cu apa cerului,hranindu-se cu sentimente diferite furate de pe foi,ori de pe buze.</div><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Mi-am croit trup din saratele lacrimi ale marii,alge-n loc de par si scoici in loc de ochi...!</div><div style="color: #ffe599;"> Ma topesc in spuma marii,uitata de Univers,caci pulsul nu mai ne e acelasi si zac sfasiata de mii de falci...!</div>l'éternellefévrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954263517042729362noreply@blogger.com1