<?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-4459936915908760315</id><updated>2012-01-13T23:09:57.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle.</title><subtitle type='html'>Sunt totuna cu textul care mi s.a lipit de corp si ma.nvenineaza.Scriu mai departe,in fata ferestrei.Inchisa in odaia asta minuscula,retez aceste texte din carnea mintii mele. Si scrierile mele ar fi adevarata mea fiinta iar eu insumi doar o iluzie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2216787141754934072</id><published>2010-04-23T22:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:10:25.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #434343; font-family: helvetica, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;“Iti stiu toate timpurile, toate miscarile, toate parfumurile si umbra ta, si tacerile tale, si sanul tau ce cutremur au si ce culoare anume, si mersul tau, si melancolia ta, si sprancenele tale, si bluza ta, si inelul tau, si secunda si nu mai am rabdare si genunchiul mi-l pun în pietre si mă rog de tine, naste-mă. Stiu tot ce e mai departe de tine, atat de departe, incat nu mai exista aproape – dupa-amiaza, dupa-orizontul, dincolo-de-marea… si tot ce e dincolo de ele, si atat de departe, incat nu mai are nici nume. De aceea-mi indoi genunchiul si-l pun pe genunchiul pietrelor, care-l ingana. Si mă rog de tine, naste-mă. Stiu tot ceea ce tu nu stii niciodata, din tine. Bataia inimii care urmeaza bataii ce-o auzi, sfarsitul cuvantului a carui prima silaba tocmai o spui copacii – umbre de lemn ale vinelor tale, raurile – miscatoare umbre ale sangelui tau, si pietrele, pietrele – umbre de piatra ale genunchiului meu, pe care mi-l plec în fata ta si mă rog de tine, naste-mă. Naste-mă.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2216787141754934072?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2216787141754934072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2216787141754934072' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2216787141754934072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2216787141754934072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/04/umm.html' title='Umm.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5341222691247045497</id><published>2010-03-30T21:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:58:10.831+03:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.v.e</title><content type='html'>Tu stii totul despre ce.i cu aceasta viata, mie inca mi s-a-nchis usa in fata.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sunt mester la inventat povesti, mai mester decat ai sa izbutesti sa fii tu vreodata, pentru ca, desi ai bani puhoi, eu am norocul sa gasesc flori in gunoi. Si stiu sa descopar ceea ce nu e si ma pricep la asta mai bine decat tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, da.le naibii de socoteli si de cifre.&lt;br /&gt;Stii sa spui cata dragoste ai in tine?&lt;br /&gt;Un kil?&lt;br /&gt;Un litru?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stii, nu?&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, da.o naibii de matematica.&lt;br /&gt;Inventeaza ceea ce nu exista. Pentru ca ceea ce exista apartine tuturor. Dar, daca reusesti sa gasesti ceea ce nu exista, atunci ai ceva numai al tau. Si, daca cineva vede ceea ce vezi tu, atunci ai gasit pe cineva care traieste ceea ce traiesti si tu. Nu.l lasa sa plece. Opreste.l ! traieste povestea! Povesteste! Povestile sunt ca oamenii. Nu sunt facute sa traiasca singure. Intr.un colt al lumii este cineva care traieste ceea ce traiesti o poveste ce se oglindeste intr.a ta. Uita.te in jur! Acel cineva nu e asa departe. E cealalta jumatate a cartii. Nu mai pierde timp scriind alte pagini… Cauta.l ! Restul il veti scrie impreuna. Pentru ca nu e nimic mai reusit ca doua povesti care se impletesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5341222691247045497?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5341222691247045497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5341222691247045497' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5341222691247045497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5341222691247045497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='l.o.v.e'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8882590557036715142</id><published>2010-03-23T18:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:59:27.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Freddie: We’d be good together. Don’t you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Effy: No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freddie: Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Effy: Because I’ll break your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freddie: Maybe I’ll break yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Effy: Nobody breaks my heart. And anyway, why would I want that? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You're far too pretty for your own good, that's why you destroy everything you touch." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday" "The truth. Sometimes it's the truth you've been trying not to face, or the truth that will change your life. Sometimes it's the truth that's a long time coming. Or the truth that you prayed would never see the light of day. Some truths may not be heard the way we hoped they would. But they linger, long after they've been said." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sometimes it's hard to see the lines we've drawn until we've crossed them. That's when we rely on the ones we love to pull us back and give us something to hold onto. Then there are the clearly marked lines. The ones that if you dare cross, you may never find your way back." "Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I love you, until the end of time. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8882590557036715142?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8882590557036715142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8882590557036715142' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8882590557036715142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8882590557036715142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/x.html' title=';x'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7650694109624051084</id><published>2010-03-17T23:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:47:16.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citate?</title><content type='html'>„Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.” -Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acest citat mi.a luminat ziua,m.a facut sa ma gandesc la mine,la problemele mele,la ce vreau eu,la cum vreau sa fie,la ce sper,ce doresc,ce iubesc,ce nu vreau de la viata si asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultimul timp nu stau deloc,imi planific tot ce fac,tot ce trebuie sa fac fie ca vreau sau fie ca nu,se spune ca trebuie sa le faci din obligatie si cum sunt eu o tipa asa responsabila si darnica de ce nu. Toata saptamana e o nebunie intreaga.Si mai ales viciile acum apar,apar ale naibii tocmai cand nu ai nevoie de ele. Nu mai am timp aproape de nimic,nu ma mai incanta nimic,sunt intr.o melancolie dezradacinata. Cu mintile unora nici nu trebuie sa te pui la incercare,nici macar atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apusul din aceasta seara m.a salvat! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450015682326666130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/S6JYYz1jm5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/gY_DdPCJddo/s320/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7650694109624051084?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7650694109624051084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7650694109624051084' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7650694109624051084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7650694109624051084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/citate.html' title='Citate?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/S6JYYz1jm5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/gY_DdPCJddo/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4274837035683910352</id><published>2010-03-13T01:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:32:30.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre ei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era joi. Joi seara. Dupa o zi atat de palpitanta ea statea in fata laptopului ca de obicei si vorbea cu aceeasi oameni. Unii falsi,altii nu. Si chiar daca avea o lista lunga de messenger cu majoritatea nu vorbea. Si majoritatea erau colegi,dar ei erau prea importanti ca sa ii zica ceva. Asa se comportau si la scoala. Sufereau de ei. Iar ea,ea era tot fata aia cu visele ei,de cand era mica. Si el binenteles ca nu era. Se despartisera. De ce? ... Totul incepuse de dimineata,de cand ei ii sunase alarma la ora 6.30 ca in fiecare zi de altfel. Si ca de obicei era obosita dar zambea. Zambea pt ca ea crede ca daca zambesti de dimineata iti va merge bine toata ziua. El se trezeste mai tarziu ca ea,doar merge cu metroul,nu este ca ea care trebuie sa astepte nenorocitul de 135. Sunt doua firi contrarii,ceea ce ii si leaga unu de celalalt. Ziua incepuse urat,afara ploua marunt si ea mereu se intristeaza din cauza vremii dar muzica din casti ii face mult bine,de fapt e ca aerul ce il respira. Asa asculta ea muzica in fiecare dimineata in drum spre liceu. Si el la fel, logic. Ii trimite un msj ei :' Neata C. Ne vdm la locul obisnuit,al nostru ca intotdeauna.Te sarut de o mie de ori. Ai grija de tine.' Ea se obisnuise cu msj astea,doar le primea in fiecare zi,de o luna.Era fericita doar pt ca il avea pe el care o facea sa zambeasca in fiecare dimineata indiferent daca ploua sau ningea sau nu rasarea soarele. Invatau la licee diferite,aveau situatii aproximativ la fel. Erau cuminti in aparenta dar in realitate nu. Ea avea ochii verzi iar el negrii. In general ascultau acelasi gen de muzica. El ajunsese la liceu,intotdeauna cu vreo 2,4 minute dupa ce se suna ca de obicei iar ea mereu ajungea mai devreme cu 5 minute ca ii placea sa fie punctuala. Zilele de liceu erau cele mai grele,fiecare se intalnea cu colegii...dar pt ca ziua abia incepuse ei nu sunt ca maj celorlalti. Ea invata aproape mereu,el nu. Orele de sc li se pareau infernal de lungi,de plictisitoare si mai ales grele. Ea termina la 2 iar el la la fel. Se despart de colegi ca in fiecare zi,de colegii aia care nu au sentimente si care se iau dupa aparente. Ei nu.i place de colegii sai, niciodata nu i.a placut. El insa are cativa prieteni cu care sta mai tot timpul. Ea trimite un sms : 'Hey hei beib ne vdm la 4 la repetitii. Te rog sa aduci cd.urile. Pupici' Amandoi se duc acasa,se schimba isi lasa ghiozdanele si se intorc la pasiunea lor de o viata,dansul. Acolo unde toate lucrurile se implinesc,unde sunt doar ei,unde nu conteaza nimic. Dar in acea zi ea privindu.l vb cu alta tipa a inteles. A inteles ca de fapt nu era el tot ce ii trebuia,tot ce avea nevoie,jumatatea ei. Dar totusi el i.a recunoscut ca se se intamplase ceva si vroia sa.i explice. Ea il asculta,asa cum facea cand erau la inceput de drum.. Ii spusese ca fusese cu acea fata,ca nu avea cum sa nu.i spuna adevarul si ca ii pare rau dar trebuie sa se desparta. Din cauza asta ea a plecat grabita fara sa se mai schimbe,sa faca repetitiile de la care nu putea lipsi.El ramasese acolo,cu inima ei dar gandindu.se ca timpul le va rezolva pe toate. Ea se plimba pe strazi ca si cum nimeni si nimic nu mai conta dar nu plangea,pt ca se obisnuise. Era tare. Avea sufletul tare. El se considera vinovat,ii dadea msj cum si cat o iubeste si cata nevoie are de ea,pt ca totusi fusese o greseala. Dar ea nu,nu vroia sa.i raspunda,credea ca nu merita. Totusi se iubeau,se vedeau inca impreuna,avand atatea in comun desi erau firi diferite. Trecusera multe ore,ajunsesera acasa. El nu intrase pe mess. Ea da, si vorbea cu oameni neimportanti si asteptand ceva. Nici ea nu stia ce. Isi inchisese mobilul si statea in camera doar cu gandurile ei despre el. Nu avea cum sa.l ierte,nu stia ce sa faca. Dar totusi asa sunt zilele ei,majoritatea asa sunt. Sunt nopti in care nu doarme,nu are timp. Dar a 2 a zi stie mereu ca trebuie sa o ia de la inceput. Si nu.i pare rau pt nimic,de aceea e asa. Totul o intareste,orice vb aiurea,orice jignire,orice chestie. Iar zilele trec...[to be continued]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/51DF49DF0B746F14A85D5CF2C6573992.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4274837035683910352?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4274837035683910352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4274837035683910352' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4274837035683910352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4274837035683910352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-ei.html' title='Despre ei.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8316237472815438196</id><published>2010-03-12T22:24:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:12:11.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa 1001 nopti :))</title><content type='html'>Asta e de la &lt;a href="http://baiatulciudat.com/"&gt;http://baiatulciudat.com/&lt;/a&gt; :))) iti fac reclama.&lt;br /&gt;Deci,suna cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;1. In momentele cele mai dificile si în care simti nevoia sa te ajute cineva, la cine te gandesti prima oara?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma gandesc la nimeni. Cer sfaturi,doar tatalui meu si daca nu lui,prietenilor.&lt;br /&gt;2. Daca ai putea fi, o zi, oricine ai vrea tu, cine ai fi? De ce? Ce ai face?&lt;br /&gt;Depinde. De exemplu: Obama-as castiga respectul tuturor sau Shakespeare daca nu era mort.Iar femei poate: Andreea Raicu sau Lady Gaga..&lt;br /&gt;3. Daca ar fi sa poti schimba o persoana cine ar fi aceea?&lt;br /&gt;Pe toti,evident. Unii complet,altii cu mici chestii.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ce ai face pentru linistea ta sufleteasca?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am ce sa fac,deja o am.Nu chiar tot timpul.&lt;br /&gt;5. Care crezi ca a fost pana acum cel mai important moment al vietii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Multe. Extrem de multe. Cel mai important a fost cand am mers pt ca imi aduc aminte lucrul asta cel mai bine. Al 2 lea ar fi cand am invatat sa tin cont de regulile mele nu de ale altora si al 3 lea cand mi.a spus tata:"citeste,citeste tot ce.ti place,nu ce iti impune sistemul,ei nu or sa te faca desteapta cu cartile pt scoala,nu or sa te initieze in viata. Citeste ce ii place mintii tale. Si fa ce.ti place,nu asculta de reguli dar invata.le."&lt;br /&gt;Astea 5 intrebari i le pasez: Terrei,5 zambete si lui Pucca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/51DF49DF0B746F14A85D5CF2C6573992.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8316237472815438196?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8316237472815438196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8316237472815438196' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8316237472815438196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8316237472815438196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/leapsa-1001-nopti.html' title='Leapsa 1001 nopti :))'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6523538333266022243</id><published>2010-03-12T21:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:23:08.728+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Se stie ca nu imi place sa vb despre mine. Totusi trece mult timp,mult prea mult timp. Niciodata nu cred ca voi arata prea mult din ceea ce simt doar pt ca nimeni nu stie sa te citeasca. Oamenii nu mai stiu sa priveasca dincolo de aparente si reduc totul la ceea ce vad. Mereu am asteptat sa vina ziua mea,sa fac aia,ailalta,sa fie totul perfect. Anu` asta n.a fost asa. Nu mai ma emotioneaza atat de mult si nici macar luna asta martie,care se presupune ca e a mea fiind luna cea mai speciala din toate. Dar totul de acum incepe,de anul asta. M.am saturat sa vad atata lume cruda,nemiloasa...si spun asta pt ca pe mine ma impresioneaza mai ales parintii care.si bat copiii. Am o prietena..si poate din cauza ei sunt asa in ultimele zile,adica e una din chestiile ingrijoratoare. Niciodata nu am crezut ca unui copil ii este greu sa stea de vb cu parintii,sa se sfatuiasca,sa fie un tot. Si pt asta am tinut.o o zi la mine pt ca a fugit de acasa. Da,incredibil dar mi.a povestit lucruri care unii nici nu stiu ce inseamna. Nu pot sa cred ca in loc sa ajungi acasa si sa.ti fie bine, e din contra rau. Sa nu suporti sa stai cu ei in aceeasi casa,sa te bata,sa ajunga sa te insulte si sa te intrebe de ce oare mai stai cu ei in casa. Oare acesti oameni nu se gandesc cata suferinta pot provoca? Imi pare rau pt ea si mai ales imi pare rau ca este prietena mea si nu am cum sa o ajut. Eu nu am fost crescuta asa..eu poate am fost prea rasfatata si sunt mult prea apropiata de parintii mei. Fara ei nu stiu ce as face. Niciodata nu au dat in mine,ci mi.au explicat si poate din cauza asta respect regulile,in felul meu si ma simt mandra cand imi spun ca sunt cel mai perfect copil chiar daca stiu ca uneori nu e asa. In fine,mai este si el. Am promis ca nu o sa ma mai intereseze ca om dar nu pot..adica nu e asa usor. Si parca primavara asta nu mai vrea sa vina..stie ca nu imi place frigul si ninsoarea. Vreau vara,vreau soare,vreau zilele acelea de la mare cand privesti rasaritul cu prietenii aia de.o viata si care sunt langa tine orice ai face,vreau inghetata de capsuni, nu mai vreau scoala,suparari,probleme,iluzii,dezamagiri,sperante. Vreau sa fie cald,sa ma topeasca soarele acela de vara izbitor care noaptea se metamorfozeaza in luna. Inca 3 luni,inca atat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/51DF49DF0B746F14A85D5CF2C6573992.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6523538333266022243?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6523538333266022243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6523538333266022243' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6523538333266022243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6523538333266022243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5230089066204975410</id><published>2010-02-26T17:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:10:12.759+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce spun alegerile tale despre tine?</title><content type='html'>Mi.am facut un test si a iesit asa: Te atrag baietii nice;elementul care te defineste este Ratiunea!&lt;br /&gt;" Esti destul de cool cat sa nu fii nevoita sa cauti la ceilalti coolnessul. Alegerile tale nu se bazeaza pe ce spun altii,nici pe trenduri- nu tii sa fii pe val. Desi ai o intuitie buna,nu te bazezi in exclusivitate pe ea-totul trece prin cap la tine. In general, ai o motivatie pt lucrurile pe care le faci,esti genul care se gandeste de 2 ori inainte de a face un lucru. E adevarat, exista exceptii,in dragoste,de exempl,cand chimia te face sa alegi fara sa stai deloc pe ganduri. Foarte bine, e normal din cand in cand sa te lasi furata de ceea ce simti,sa dai mai mult credit inimii. Insa in general faci lucrurile foarte bine,esti echilibrata si nu.ti place un tip doar pt ca e cool imbracat si flirteaza cu toata lumea. Nu te intereseaza tipul acesta de provocare,fiindca nu crezi ca in dragoste este nevoie de astfel de joculete. Iti place sinceritatea si pui de zeci de ori mai mult pret pe ea decat pe chestiile exterioare. Tocmai din acest motiv nici nu prea ti se intampla sa fii dezamagita-tu chiar stii sa iti alegi oameni de calitate." :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/51DF49DF0B746F14A85D5CF2C6573992.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5230089066204975410?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5230089066204975410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5230089066204975410' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5230089066204975410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5230089066204975410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-spun-alegerile-tale-despre-tine.html' title='Ce spun alegerile tale despre tine?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8290888331223853586</id><published>2010-02-21T23:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:41:28.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate.</title><content type='html'>...Ma ridicai brusc din pat fara sa imi acopar macar sanii. Inca mai respiram sacadat si inca ma mai scaldam intr-o caldura ciudata.&lt;br /&gt;Cum dracu am ajuns aici?&lt;br /&gt;Simplu. Ne-am urcat in masini, am parcat, ne-am cazat si apoi... chiar trebuie sa iti mai descriu?&lt;br /&gt;M-ai sarutat atent pe umar, exact pe alunita aia pe care acum cativa ani imi spuneai ca mi-ai montat un senzor de placere.&lt;br /&gt;M-am uitat din nou in jurul meu: o camera cocheta de hotel, cu draperiile trase, inecata intr-o lumina obscura. Sau intr-un intuneric luminat. Aveam sanii inca descoperiti si eram goala in niste cearceafuri pe care nu le spalam eu si care nu imi apartineau. Si nu erau nici ale tale. M-am acoperit si m-am ridicat din pat. Am tras draperia si am vazut cladirile din vesnicul Bucuresti. Intrai in baie si dadui drumul la apa. Scapai de cearceaf si ma uitam la o imagine din oglinda pe care nu o recunosteam: eram o eu, varianta skinny, varianta spray tan, varianta sala, varianta „naturala”. Cum dracu am ajuns aici? Incercai sa rememorez evenimentele din ultimele ore si sa imi explic cum ajunsesem in situatia asta. Tocmai ce intram intr-o sala si tocmai ce mi-ai trimis mesaj. „iarta-ma, sunt prins rau. Ne vedem mai tarziu la locul nostru? Te sarut nebuna mea”. Repede reply „ok. ne vedem la 10. Intarzii oricum! Pup”&lt;br /&gt;repede caut nr. de la hotel si sun si aflu ca deja rezervasei tu. Aveam camera noastra obisnuita. Cateodata ma intreb daca ne mai spala cearceafurile sau daca in acelasi pat isi tavalesc si altii lipsa iubirii. Cateodata nici nu imi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Deci un sms. Dar cum dracu am ajuns aici? Cum am ajuns sa ma culc cu tine, pe ascuns, intr-un pat strain, intr-un hotel din Bucuresti, intr-o zona neutra pentru amandoi?! Eu asta nu mai stiu... nu mai stiu de ce nu ma intereseaza ce faci in restul zilei, ce prieteni mai ai, ce muzica mai asculti... Nu mai stiu. Eu, cea care stia totul despre tine, dar in special despre mine,nu mai stiu nimic. Am pornit apa in dus si am intrat sperand sa imi spal de pe corp... toate intrebarile. Vroiam sa nu mai stiu. Si am incercat... dar nu te-ai abtinut si ai venit cu mine sub dus, razand, in stilul caracteristic.&lt;br /&gt;Sa inteleg ca ai rezolvat misterul referitor la drumul nostru pana aici?&lt;br /&gt;Nu. Nu stiu. Nu stiu cum am ajuns sa fiu a doua femeie din viata ta si nu stiu cum de nu vreau sa fiu prima.&lt;br /&gt;Of. Asta nu stiu nici eu. De fiecare data cand ma urc in masina si plec dupa una din intalnirile noastre, ma intreb de ce nu te urci cu mine in masina, de ce nu vii cu mine acasa. Si iti dau mesaj si stii ce imi raspunzi?! 'Ca asa a fost sa fie!'&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu e straniu? Nu ne iubim si totusi de ce dracu riscam atatea?&lt;br /&gt;'Cum sa nu ne iubim? Ne iubim, dar ne iubim egoist, nu ne punem sufletele la bataie... doar corpurile. Avem parte de pasiune si sentimente mai ceva ca pe vremea cand ne iubeam cu adevarat.'&lt;br /&gt;Fa-ma sa uit cum am ajuns aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/51DF49DF0B746F14A85D5CF2C6573992.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8290888331223853586?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8290888331223853586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8290888331223853586' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8290888331223853586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8290888331223853586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/02/poate.html' title='Poate.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2378020882271159282</id><published>2010-02-17T01:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:53:40.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>that way.</title><content type='html'>Stii ce ar trebui sa faci tu azi? Sa razi.Da,sa razi.Sa razi ca ti.a picat pasta de dinti pe fatza si pe tricou.Sa razi ca ti.a plecat troleul din fatza,sa razi ca ai obosit degeaba fugind dupa el,sa razi ca soferul era nervos.Sa razi ca te.ai trezit cu o ora mai devreme din cauza viselor,sa razi chiar daca nu e totul bine pt ca o sa fie,sa razi pt cel care il/o placi chiar daca nu stie,sa razi ca e fraier/a [vorba ei! :))]&lt;br /&gt;AR TREBUI SA ADMIRI.&lt;br /&gt;Nu in fiecare zi razi in fatza ghinioanelor de dimineatza,right? So,admira.te pt atitudinea foarte joviala de mai inainte.Admira apoi soarele somnoros si toate fetzele care apar pe parcurs in statie.Unii sunt in intarziere,altii prea punctuali,unii merg in aceeasi directzie q tn,altzii vor cobori la gara,unii iti vor zambi,altii nici n.or sa te observe. Tu admira-i! Habar n.ai cati te.au admirat pe tn de cand ai primit viza spre lumea asta si pana azi.&lt;br /&gt;NU UITA SA SCANEZI.&lt;br /&gt;Atentie,necesita subtilitate.Nu sunt admise privirile insistente.Scaneaza cu stil.Pastreaza ce.ti place.&lt;br /&gt;IMBRATZISEAZA.Pune toate trairile tale,toate gandurile bune,toata dragostea intr.o imbratzisare.Nu te feri sa le dai mai departe.Se impregneaza in tricoul persoanei pe care o iei in bratze si implicit in corpul ei.La randul ei,pers X are trairi,ganduri,dragoste.Se adauga toata dragostea,gandurile,trairile tale expediate anterior.De rezultat se bucura urmatoarea pers imbratzisata.Sau urmatoarea pers kre ii poarta tricoul pers X. Te.am zapacit ? Tot e pe trend chestia asta q imprumutatul hainelor.La fete,in special.Ideea e sa imbratzisezi.E un ciclu continuu. U got the point!&lt;br /&gt;ASCULTA.&lt;br /&gt;Trage q urechea.O sa vezi k zilnic o sa aflii o multzime de chestii de care,mai devreme sau mai tarziu,maine sau niciodata,te vei lovi.Unii or sa te surprinda prin ce spun. Poate nici nu.ti imaginai k au un mod atat de intens de a privi viatza si ii credeai altfel.Desigur,altii te vor surprinde in alt sens,q judecata lor limitata.Din nou,pastreaza numai ce.ti plc.&lt;br /&gt;CITESTE!&lt;br /&gt;Citeste ce ai u chef,nu ce ti se impune.Citeste cand ai u pofta,nu cand au ei.Cartzile cerute la sc n.or sa te initzieze,asa qm se pretinde.Citeste ce ii plc mintii tale,ce iti striga firea.Tot ce stiu,stiu din literatura univ,proprie experienta si explorare.Nici tu n.ar trebui sa citesti obligat,nici copilul tau,nici copilul copilului tau.&lt;br /&gt;MISCATE.&lt;br /&gt;Alearga,corpul tau te va iubi pt asta.Sau danseaza.Stii senzatia de oboseala cauzata de dans? E pt ca inima ta danseaza in interior.Si inima inimii tale danseaza in inima ta.Si tot asa.Deci,practic,n.ai qm sa dansezi singur niciodata.O sa fie mereu o mie de inimi interne care danseaza in tn.Corpul tau e un club.Si stii cat de viu iti simtzi pulsul dupa ce dansezi,da? Te.ai tzicnit dk crezi k numai o inima provoaca bum bumul ala.E,de fapt, basul inimii inimii inimii inimii tale.That explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;EXPRIMATE.&lt;br /&gt;Scrie,povesteste,suna.Nu uita sa te eliberezi.Spune ce simti fara sa te rusinezi de opinia ta.Esti o pers q multe calitati,ai incredere in tine.&lt;br /&gt;IUBESTE.&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste cu toate cele o mie de inimi.Nici nu ai idée cata lume te iubeste pe ascuns,asa ca lasa.te iubita.&lt;br /&gt;EXPLOREAZA.&lt;br /&gt;Nu.ti fie teama de necunoscut.Cand descoperi melodii,cartzi,oameni,locuri noi senzatia e unica.&lt;br /&gt;Mergi la concerte.&lt;br /&gt;CANTA.&lt;br /&gt;Fii impasibila in fatza barfelor.&lt;br /&gt;Semi-oamenii o sa.ti analizeze gesturile,hainele,faptele,viatza foarte des.Si asta inseamna ca semi-vietzile lor nu ajung la un nivel sufficient de roz pt a fi traite la intensitate maxima,cum e viatza ta.O sa ramana intotdeauna la stadiul de ‘semi’.Si vor stationa,tu insa vei evolua.&lt;br /&gt;Joaca roluri.&lt;br /&gt;Nu uita,la final,sa te intorci la tine!&lt;br /&gt;Multumeste pt ca ai,multumeste pt ca esti.&lt;br /&gt;VISEAZA.&lt;br /&gt;Fii receptiva la nou.Da, uita.te putin la mn.Da,esti cel mai frumos om pe care l.am vazut in ultimul timp.&lt;br /&gt;Asumati riscuri.&lt;br /&gt;INVATA.Invatza sa razi,admiri,scanezi,imbratzisezi,&lt;br /&gt;ascultzi,citesti,misti,&lt;br /&gt;exprimi,iubesti,explorezi,canti,joci,&lt;br /&gt;multumesti,visezi cat mai des.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2378020882271159282?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2378020882271159282/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2378020882271159282' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2378020882271159282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2378020882271159282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-way.html' title='that way.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7584460437002950414</id><published>2010-02-11T00:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:53:05.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vine ziua ratatilor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar vine ziua aia. E un mare rahat. Ballantines day. cica. Cata porcarie,sa luam sarbatoarea americanilor si sa ne.o permitem sa o sarbatorim si noi. Ce naspa. Si nu,nu ma simt frustrata,sincer nu ma atinge cu nimic k vine ziua aia 'speciala'. Si acum chiar ca nu am somn si debitez prostii,sau nu. A cam venit timpul sa incep lucrurile din nou,cu alte sentimente,mai precis fara sentimente. Pt ca stiti:nimeni nu merita nimic. Au trecut atatea zile si nopti si totusi incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu anumte chestii,lucruri si oameni. Acum sunt si eu din randul unor oameni care au fost mai tot timpul asa,sau poate nu. Adica,serios acum cine mai are incredere daca iti spune unu:'waaai ai niste ochi asa dragutsi',un mare cacat. Si ma deranjeaza cei care isi cer scuze tot timpul,tipii aia naspa care daca te ating cu un deget wai cine stie ce s.a intamplat. Si ma mai deranjeaza si tipii obsedati. Cel mai nasol lucru este cand ei nu inteleg ca nici noi nu avem curajul sa.i abordam dar nici ei nu au putin curaj,adica mai degraba ti se pare un tip bun,il stii de vreo cativa ani,va vedeti in fiecare zi si te gandesti ca de ce naiba nu vorbeste cu tine sau nu te baga in seama. Pai hai sa ne gandim putin.sunt 2 variante: a) nu il interesezi; b) il interesezi dar poate ar trebui sa cauti ceva in comun cu el sa vorbesti,adica ma rog ei nu prea se deranjeaza atat de mult incat sa gandeasca dar merita incercarea.&lt;br /&gt;In fine,astia,baietii,care nu pot sa traiasca fara noi si nici noi fara ei,adevarat sunt ciudati. Ah si imi plac tipii care te fac sa razi,cu un astfel de tip nu o sa ajungi niciodata la monotonie,parerea mea. Si cred ca pana la urma daca iti place un tip ar fi bine sa o spui [eu exclus:))] chiar daca te respinge sau nu. Macar ai incercat. Si nu uita sa nu incerci sa tii la el inainte sa.i spui,asta incerc eu tot timpul dar e cam imposibil. Oricum,DELETE BOYS FROM THE LIST.FOR THE MOMENT. GIRL,SMILE EVERYTIME.EVEN IN THE BAD DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7584460437002950414?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7584460437002950414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7584460437002950414' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7584460437002950414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7584460437002950414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/02/vine-ziua-ratatilor.html' title='Vine ziua ratatilor.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8513396577989847332</id><published>2010-02-01T05:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:16:57.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:-??</title><content type='html'>"Era de fapt singura, ea si cu visele ei despre el, el care nascuse in ea atatea si-atatea trairi, atat de diverse... Inca-l purta in ea, in cel mai launtric chip cu putinta.. Nu mai stia ce plange mai tare, ploaia sau ea, se contopeau feluritele lacrimi, iar in caderea lor prindeau aripi si se transformau in fluturi de lumina. Mii de ganduri de el o macina, care mai de care, dar cel mai tare ii erodeaza sufletul unul... daca intr-o buna zi se va termina totul? Daca va disparea si gandul, si privirea, si simtirea, si visul? Va veni ziua in care nu-si va mai putea baga nasul in sufletul lui ca sa-i simta iubirea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8513396577989847332?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8513396577989847332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8513396577989847332' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8513396577989847332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8513396577989847332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':-??'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4830049924069906758</id><published>2010-01-28T02:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:54:31.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El fin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Ei bine,uite.ma si aici. Sunnt foarte bine. Ce tare ca e vacanta in sfarsit! Wai,cate lucuri s.au intamplat semestrul asta. Cati de ei au fost si s.au dus..oare cati stiu ? oare cati nu? Tot timpul trecem peste,peste orice. N.am somn si parca zilele astea de.afara ma fac sa inghet si mai grav. Nu.mi place iarna. Nu.mi place pt ca este frig. Vreau sa se termine cat mai repede zilele astea,sa vina ziua mea,sa fie primavara,sa reinvie totul. 8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Nu ma mai leaga nimic de ultimul el. E pur si simplu passe. Ti.am mai spus o data cu noaptea,apar visele.De fapt nu,de fiecare data cand e asa aproape de mine. E al naibii de rau. Nu vreau sa.l vad,chiar daca e prima pers pe care o vad.Oricum nu vreau sa.mi mai pese. Adica minim de minim poate.. Nu sunt o persoana rea dar ei ma fac sa ma port asa. Multi spun ca m.am schimbat,nu este asa. Eu am fost,sunt si voi fi mereu aceeasi si pot sa pun pariu ca nu o sa ma schimb. Uneori am momente de indiferenta,egoism,rautate dar cine ma cunoaste stie cum sunt. Pacat ca multi se iau dupa aparente. Nu vad ce e dincolo d ochi,buze,par,corp. Si nici nu vor sa vada. Se multumesc cu atat. Eu una nu.s asa,pt ca nu poti judeca o pers fara sa o cunosti,nici daca stai o viata cu o persoana nu poti sti ce ii trece prin minte. Nu am ce sa mai zic,decat ca nu pot sa adorm. Si mai am si o stare d.aia de lene ingrozitoare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4830049924069906758?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4830049924069906758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4830049924069906758' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4830049924069906758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4830049924069906758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/partea-2.html' title='El fin.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8483042590434370338</id><published>2010-01-22T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:23:34.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O.P.</title><content type='html'>“… daca vrea sa traiasca intr-un butoi, foarte bine, n-are decat, dar de ce tine sa-si aseze butoiul chiar in mijlocul unei piete publice? Subtextul reprosurilor e limpede: Diogene ii deranjeaza astfel pe ceilalti si, in plus, e inconsecvent; sa se duca, cu butoiul lui, intr-un loc unde nu incurca pe nimeni si unde nu risca sa fie invinuit ca ar cauta doar o ieftina publicitate… Asa e, singuratatea nu e o binefacere. Ea iti cere mereu sacrificii. Iti ia inainte de a-ti darui… Ceea ce face el nu e, dupa parerea mea, un capriciu. El are nevoie si de butoiul sau si de piata publica. deoarece are nevoie si de sine si de lume. Si nu pe rand, ci in acelasi timp. Intr-o forma simpla, atat de simpla incat unii nici n-o inteleg. Diogene ne atrage atentia ca adevarata cunoastere de sine nu are loc in afara lumii, ci in mijlocul ei, nu e o renuntare la viata, ci o incordata cautare a izvoarelor ei." - (”Butoiul lui Diogene” - “Rugati-va sa nu va creasca aripi”)&lt;br /&gt;E chiar asa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8483042590434370338?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8483042590434370338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8483042590434370338' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8483042590434370338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8483042590434370338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/op.html' title='O.P.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5605330798806474184</id><published>2010-01-21T01:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:28:47.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ei bine,ma simt excelent. Excelent din toate pct de vedere. Ma simt extraordinar,am tot ce vreau si ce imi trebuie. Nu mai imi pasa de anumiti oameni,de suparati,de tristi si de frustrati. Cel mai mult imi pasa de mine. Eu sunt nr 1 in lista mea si trebuie sa fiu intr.o continua evolutie si fericire.Pot sa spun k sunt fericita. Acum da. Chiar daca lipsesc cateva lucruri nu.mi pasa. Restul o sa vina de la sine daca vine. Abia astept peste o luna si ceva sa vina ziua mea 8-&gt;! Incep sa debitez prostii p.aici dar nu.mi pasa :)) Degetelele mele se plimba pe tastele astea minuscule si scriu cam ce vor ele :&gt; Wai cat de frumos e afara! Ca in povesti! Imi aduce aminte de cand eram mica si nu realizai qm este ci doar te bateai cu zapada si mureai de frig dar nu conta nimic. Acum nici nu ai cu cine sa te bati,sa te joci. Imi lipsesc vremurile alea... Totul este atat de alb,atat de frumos,este chiar incredibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chiar daca ascult mereu melodia aia,care se presupunea k e a noastra,mi.a trecut de el. Si chiar daca il mai vad cateodata nu.mi pasa. Pana la urma timpul trece si toate trec! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tot eu,C.&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/4459936915908760315-5605330798806474184?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5605330798806474184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5605330798806474184' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5605330798806474184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5605330798806474184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_21.html' title='!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1681247737278412233</id><published>2010-01-09T01:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:18:32.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu cum sa incep si cu ce sa incep. Sunt multe de spus si de povestit. Pot sa spun ca imi lipseste.Imi lipseste mai mult decat mi.am inchipuit..si e ceva necontrolat,nu poti sa.ti controlezi inima,doar mintea. Am atatea chestii in suflet,atatea sentimente si pe el. Chiar mai are rost sa vb? nu prea cred..a trecut,totul trece.Dar unele lucruri iti raman in suflet si ai vrea sa fie totul ca inainte,al naibii cat ai vrea! e ca si cum esti fericit,ai de toate dar nimic din toate astea nu le simti pt ca nu e acea persoana..daca ar fi acea pers ai fi implinit. Nu stiu cum sa explic, pur si simplu e ceva acolo,in noi. Mi.ar fi placut sa fie altfel,sa realizeze ca are tot ce ii trebuie in lumea asta,sa pretuiasca ce nu a putut avea,dar degeaba. Acum nu mai insemn nimic,asa cred. Dar doare de fiecare data cand il vezi,mai ales ca nu e ca oricare,il deosebesti dintr.o mie. Inca 1 an jumate,atat mai trebuie sa suport. Dar o sa.mi treaca pana atunci,cu siguranta. Cel mai rau este cand stai cu acea pers 1 ora,acea ora incredibila si de nepretuit si totul este doar din priviri. Doar privirile isi spuneau cuvintele..e ca si cum nu mai exista nimeni si nimic. Desi n.as fi vrut sa fie asa,putea sa fie altfel.Poate sa faca ce vrea,sa fie fericit dar cel mai bine ar fi sa nu.mi mai apara in cale. Cat de mult vreau asta! Au fost 2 incercari si au esuat. As vrea sa stiu ce gandeste,ce face,unde merge,cu cine se intalneste..asa cum eram obisnuita. Dar nu mai este asa,cu unele lucruri trebuie sa te dezobisnuiesti. Nu stiu cum e de fapt,dar iubirea vine dupa ce nu mai este acel lucru..acea unire,implicare,contopire. Niciodata nu va sti ce gandesc,ce spun si mai ales ce simt. As putea sa jur ca nu.i pasa dar stiu prea bine ca nu e asa,stiu prea bine ca atunci cand ma priveste e altfel si mai stiu ca de fapt totul s.a sfarsit. In mare,1 luna e un nimic dar nu e chiar asa..sunt 30 de zile de fericire,fericire ce nu sta in vointele proprii..e trist. As putea spune ca nu mi.e dor dar sincer imi este. Pt ca nu a fost un nimic,a fost cineva si poate inca mai este.. nu mai are rost nimic, viata merge inainte si eu la fel. Continui sa cred ca am tot ce mi.am dorit si chiar asa este. A fost o parte din viata mea,dar nu mai este. Si pot sa jur ca o sa.mi treaca de el,de privirile lui si mai ales de zambetul lui. O sa fie ca inainte,cu siguranta! Inca zambesc si iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1681247737278412233?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1681247737278412233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1681247737278412233' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1681247737278412233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1681247737278412233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html' title='...'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4857572581846370302</id><published>2010-01-01T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:10:19.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>Sa ma bucur de un an plin de noutati! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4857572581846370302?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4857572581846370302/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4857572581846370302' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4857572581846370302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4857572581846370302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7173236798757794452</id><published>2009-12-15T02:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:22:17.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restul e iubire.</title><content type='html'>"Am incercat,nu demult,sa definesc ceea ce imi place sa numesc morala muntilor. Si afirmam ca muntii despart ca se apropie;ca ei te obliga sa taci pt a gasi cuvintele cele mai potrivite,ceea ce nu e putin lucru intr.o lume zgomotoasa.Am avut intotdeauna impresia sau poate iluzia ca o anume reculegere la care te constrange muntele ii intimideaza si pe escroci.&lt;br /&gt;Dar imi dau seama ca pot fi banuit de trufie. De aceea prefer sa recunosc ca noi insine,cei care ne.am nascut langa munti,suntem cei dintai stingheriti de defectele noastre.Cand vb de morala muntilor n.o facem pt ca am fi mai buni sau mai rai decat cei care au trait mereu departe de munti,ci pt a ne explica noua insine in primul rand de ce suntem asa si nu altfel. Caci daca ar fi o copilarie sa judecam caracterele dupa altitudinea la care s.au format,in ce ne priveste intelegem,de ce nu prea stim sa fim degajati. Obisnuiti cu intimitatea tacuta a muntelui,ne hotaram greu sa iesim din rezerva si nu ne marturisim usor sentimentele. Preferam sa iubim decat sa facem declaratii de dragoste.Si devenim,brusc, timizi pe orice scena unde hohotesc reflectoarele. Sa nu fim judecati,prin urmare, ca n.avem destula jovialitate si nici laudat ca luam in serios orice fleac. Nu e nici vina noastra,nici meritul nostru. Dupa cum nu e vina noastra ca suntem,in general,zgarciti in lucrurile marunte si risipitori in cele mari.Caci am obtinut totul greu. Nu ne.a dat nimeni nimic gratuit. Am platit pt fiecare floare si pt fiecare bucurie. Dar pt a ne dovedi noua insine ca ne putem ridica asupra slabiciunilor noastre,uneori suntem gata sa pierdem totul. De fapt,calitatea noastra principala este ca nu ne jucam cu vb,iar defectul nostru principal ca am transformat asta in orgoliu.Provocat sa rada,un om de la munte iese stingherit din adancul sau de tacere.Obisnuit sa taca,el considera rasul,cand nu e exploziv,indecent. Cu alte cuvinte, nu stim sa fim dezinvolti. De cate ori incercam,nu reusim sa fim decat stangaci,suradem fortat si se vede ca nu suntem in apele noastre.&lt;br /&gt;In ce ma priveste,sunt pe jumatate un renegat pt ca,intalnind marea,n.am putut sa plec indiferent de pe plaja.Dar nimic nu sterge din mine amintirea si gustul pietrei.Departe de munti, simt cum corabia joaca pe valuri si visez sa am o stanca sub picioare.E vorba,poate,de un destin al nostru,al celor care am trait langa munti. Sa taram dupa noi,chiar din zarva oraselor,tacerea in care am crescut.&lt;br /&gt;Restul e iubire. Si nu le reprosez nimic celor care nu iubesc muntii.Nu poti sa reprosezi unui om ca n.are noroc."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7173236798757794452?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7173236798757794452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7173236798757794452' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7173236798757794452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7173236798757794452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/12/restul-e-iubire.html' title='Restul e iubire.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7679009064887065748</id><published>2009-12-12T03:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:53:19.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu mai am nimic,decat ganduri. Ganduri nebune,idioate,frumoase,ridicole,penibile,irascibile,impletite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rasucite,dragute,colorate,pline de viata,inedite,curajoase,dulci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;incredibile,geniale,gradante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pur si simplu sunt prea multe. Si stii ca ce e cel mai curios nu am cui sa i le spun. Decat mie. Nu ma simt in masura sa le pun cap la cap si mai ales sa fac ceva cu ele. Sunt doar ganduri. Am atatea incat nici nu stiu la ce sa ma astept de la mine. De ce cred asa? E de vina el. El care a stat doar 3 zile pe langa mine.. doar atat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Totusi ma fac ca nu inteleg,ca nu vreau sa cred. Poate de data asta eu am gresit,poate. Sau poate nu. Am ajuns asa de intima cu mine incat nu ma doare nimic. Doar simt. Si ma bucur,ma apuca o nebunie enorma cand ninge afara,azi a nins,a fost o zi frumoasa. Mi.as dori sa.i spun tot,sa inteleaga,sa ma inteleaga,dar n.are rost sa vb despre asta. Ti.am mai spus,sunt doar ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu am nimic al meu acum,pt k sunt asa cum sunt. E mai bine asa. Nimeni nu poate sa aiba pe nimeni in lumea asta,asa e. Chiar daca voi credeti ca sunteti indragostiti,iubiti nu e asa. Nu stiti ce inseamna sa ai pe cineva,sa.l domini mai mult sau mai putin,sa.i tanjesti fiecare zambet sau fiecare privire sau fiecare vorba,indiferent daca ceea ce zice te bucura sau nu. E complicat pt ca nimeni nu si.ar da viata pt celalalt si mai ales nimeni nu intelege. Lumea e muta si perfida. Sunteti ca intr.o jungla doar k voi va decideti soarta,nu ceilalti. Pt asta trebuie sa luptati mult si bine. Si cand veti ajunge sa fiti ceva,cineva va veti uita inapoi si veti rade,veti rade de voi insiva. Nu sunt sigura ca ma intelegeti..totul e sa vreti. Revin la mine,la gandurile mele. Uneori n.as vrea sa gandesc atat de mult,sa ma zbat sau sa lupt. Pt k nimeni nu merita. Absolut nimeni. Nu are rost,chiar nu are rost. In ziua in care veti intelege imi veti da dreptate,o sa vina si ziua aia,va asigur. Pana atunci luptati,invatati sa simtiti,sa iubiti,sa nu mai judecati si va fi bine. Sunt satula de orgoliul meu,niciodata n.am crezut k poate pun orgoliul in fata sentimentelor. Pe moment e bine,dupa nu. Si voi sunteti plini de orgolii prostesti,idioate ce nu va lasa sa treceti peste. Nu e cazul sa faceti ce vreti,e cazul sa faceti sacrificii daca vreti ceva cu adevarat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toate gandurile mele nu ma duc nicaieri..pt ca nu poate sa treaca de ceva ce nu mai este. A fost si gata. S.a terminat. Unii nu se pot obisnui cu asta. Tot ce iti devine util poti sa ajungi sa nu.ti mai trebuiasca. Mereu trebuie sa va folositi de lucruri noi,neatinse si sa stiti sa le pastrati. Amintirile sunt usor de pastrat si mereu ti le vei aminti,indiferent cum au fost..sunt ale tale. Obisnuieste.te ca o sa ai un viitor si gandeste.te k esti intr.un prezent in care numai tu ti.l poti face asa cum vrei,cum crezi. Si cel mai frumos este sa speri. Daca n.ai pic de speranta esti un nimic. Parerea mea... Si totusi,sunt doar ganduri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7679009064887065748?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7679009064887065748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7679009064887065748' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7679009064887065748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7679009064887065748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/12/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7794529161705598101</id><published>2009-11-17T00:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:40:47.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/btuRgzIaZso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/btuRgzIaZso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nou,nou.Si genial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7794529161705598101?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7794529161705598101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7794529161705598101' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7794529161705598101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7794529161705598101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6140612575253449240</id><published>2009-11-16T01:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:31:36.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon! :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwKELXDH8zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/33C7OHHf-zg/s1600/10001825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027833498563378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwKELXDH8zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/33C7OHHf-zg/s320/10001825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;În al doilea &lt;a class="article-contextual-link" title="Film" href="http://www.cinemagia.ro/filme/"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt; al seriei Twilight, Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) va pleca în Italia pentru a-i întâlni pe membrii clanului Volturi, vampirii păstrători ai păcii, singurii care ar putea să-l ucidă. El nu-şi mai doreşte să trăiască după ce ajunge să creadă că Bella a murit. Bella se aruncă în mare pentru că numai atunci când este în pericol de moarte are viziuni cu Edward. Fermecătorul vampir a părăsit-o după ce, la aniversarea ei, Jasper Cullen (fratele lui) a încearcat sa o atace - provocat de mirosul sângelui. Bella se tăiase la deget încercând să deschidă unul dintre cadouri. Ca s-o protejeze pe adolescentă, Edward şi membrii familiei lui preferă să plece din oraş pentru totdeauna. New Moon prezintă cea mai neagră perioadă din viaţa protagonistei. Bella Swan suferă foarte mult după Edward, doar prietenia cu Jacob Black o mai ajută să-şi revină din stările depresive. Dar sentimentele pot aluneca uşor pe o altă pantă, mai ales când Jacob o salvează pe Bella şi-şi declară sentimentele pentru ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impresionant si adevarat. Biletele s.au pus deja in vanzare,eu una mi.am luat deja. De abia astept filmul pe 27 noiembrie. 8-&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6140612575253449240?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6140612575253449240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6140612575253449240' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6140612575253449240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6140612575253449240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-x.html' title='New Moon! :X'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwKELXDH8zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/33C7OHHf-zg/s72-c/10001825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8292354141454794808</id><published>2009-11-15T03:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:46:56.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mica mea curiozitate:Colosseum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwAFyCTg8II/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBs5m_kKDw8/s1600-h/280px-Colosseum_in_Rome,_Italy_-_April_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404325910014914690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwAFyCTg8II/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBs5m_kKDw8/s320/280px-Colosseum_in_Rome,_Italy_-_April_2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colosseumul este un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Monument" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monument"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; turistic din &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Roma" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; vizitat de foarte mulţi turişti din toată lumea. El este probabil cea mai impresionantă clădire a Imperiului Roman. Cunoscut iniţial sub numele de Amfiteatrul Flavian, Colosseumul era cea mai mare construcţie a vremurilor sale şi astăzi este cel mai mare amfiteatru antic care poate fi vizitat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Împăratul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vespasian" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vespasian"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vespasian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, fondatorul dinastiei Flaviane , a inceput construcţia Colosseumului în anul 72 e.n. Aceasta a fost încheiată în anul 80 e.n., la un an după moartea lui Vespasian.&lt;br /&gt;Uriaşul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Amfiteatru" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amfiteatru"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amfiteatru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; a fost construit în locul unui lac artificial, parte din marele parc construit de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nero" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nero"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; în centrul Romei, care includea de asemenea şi Domus Aurea, cât şi statuia Colossus. Această gigantică statuie a lui Nero, de 36 de metri înălţime, care îl prezenta pe împărat în chip de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Zeu" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; al soarelui a dat numele actual al construcţiei - Colosseum. Statuia, amplasată lângă amfiteatru, fost demolată ulterior. Nu numai statuia, dar şi amfiteatrul ofereau o privelişte grandioasă. În formă de elipsă, cu axa mare de 186 m, axa mică de 150m, avea un perimetru de 520 m si o înălţime de 55m, oferind locuri pentru aproximativ 50.000 spectatori. Fundaţia pe care a fost construit avea 12 metri grosime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ce ma incanta pe mine este ca e un tot, este una dintre cele 7 minuni ale lumii.Bai si.mi place!&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/4459936915908760315-8292354141454794808?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8292354141454794808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8292354141454794808' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8292354141454794808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8292354141454794808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/mica-mea-curiozitatecolosseum.html' title='Mica mea curiozitate:Colosseum.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwAFyCTg8II/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBs5m_kKDw8/s72-c/280px-Colosseum_in_Rome,_Italy_-_April_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2448958680092021311</id><published>2009-11-15T02:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:37:32.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carte: 'Sms' de Bogdan Dumitrescu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Asa cum spune si titlul cartii, SMS, volumul de debut al lui Bogdan Dumitrescu, este o colectie de proze scurte, foarte scurte, minimaliste, un fel de SMS-uri literare. Chiar daca titlul cartii nu vrea neaparat sa sugereze acest lucru, din moment ce proza care da titlul volumului se numeste de fapt Save My Soul (SMS) si poate fi pus in legatura cu ce zice Bogdan Dumitrescu despre cartea sa: "Este o carte despre o lume care se face praf, care se dezintegreaza, despre eul nostru care se murdareste daca nu moare, cam despre asta este cartea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogdan Dumitrescu a lucrat in radio, televiziune si advertising, iar acest lucru si-a pus amprenta pe o mare parte din prozele sale si probabil, intr-o oarecare masura, a si alimentat aceasta viziune a "lumii care se face praf".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwADRgPWCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XZhYBSjrKaY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404323152091547938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwADRgPWCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XZhYBSjrKaY/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SMS-ul lui Bogdan Dumitrescu ("ultimul mohican" al cenaclului lui Cartarescu) ar trebui citit de toti corporatistii si publicitarii workaholici ca un fel de transcript al unor "intalniri ale corporatistilor anonimi", cu voie de la serviciu, bineinteles. Recomand! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2448958680092021311?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2448958680092021311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2448958680092021311' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2448958680092021311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2448958680092021311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/carte-sms-de-bogdan-dumitrescu.html' title='Carte: &apos;Sms&apos; de Bogdan Dumitrescu'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SwADRgPWCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XZhYBSjrKaY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3320055230018798889</id><published>2009-11-12T03:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:37:59.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorii? Idei? Nu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Viata nu este nici teatru,nici filosofie.Viata e viata. Si,din pacate,foarte adesea viata e ca zugravii sau barbatii.Cu cat te porti mai frumos cu ei,cu atat e mai rau. Purtarea delicata o interpreteaza ca prostie si se comporta in consecinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mai bine lipsa decat o iubire care ar intra in formula "amorul e un lucru foarte mare". "Asa cum nu cred ca o ora de frumusete e destul.O viata intreaga de frumusete ar insemna ceva,intr-adevar.Poate ca si prietenia si iubirea nu merita,intr-adevar,sa fie traite daca nu sunt vesnice.Ziua e prea scurta,soarele prea putin.Cerul e plin de nori,fericirea o simpla vorba. In fine,dracul sa le ia pe toate ca zeii te pedepsesc exact cu calitatiile cele mai frumoase pe care ti le daruiesc.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dragostea seamana atat de bine cu lipsa ei incat uneori se confunda. Si nu sunt putini cei care se multumesc cu orice.Si traiesc.Unii chiar bine. N.ati obs ca unii traiesc fara sa se spele? Sau reduc totul la aparente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Si pana la urma ce rost ar mai avea toate astea ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ma gandesc ca poate mai degraba a fost o lasitate de.a mea. Am fugit. Ca si acum. Simt cum imi creste febra,ma doare spatele si sunt linistita.Asa e viata. Ceea ce ne raneste ne si intregeste. Dar eu m.am intregit atat de mult incat m.am saturat. Si nu totul se scuza prin faptul ca 'asa e viata'. Cu 'asa e viata' putem ajunge departe. Dc zic departe ? Nu stiu,sunt prea obosita.Stiti ce cred ca imi trebuie? Putina nepasare,probabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3320055230018798889?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3320055230018798889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3320055230018798889' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3320055230018798889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3320055230018798889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/memorii-idei-nu.html' title='Memorii? Idei? Nu.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2690243215468174451</id><published>2009-11-11T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:28:18.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai este.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai are rost sa mai vb si eu.&lt;br /&gt;"Repetam cand am aflat de plecarea lui Gheorghe Dinica. M-am gandit mult daca are rost sa scriu randurile astea. Stim cu totii ce va urma. Specularea mediatica a momentului. Cele trei zile de pioasa evocare, transmisiile in direct care vor numara florile de pe mormantul marelui actor. Trei zile de transmisiuni ale “tragediei”, “durerii”, “pierderii incomensurabile”. Dupa care se va reveni la imortalizarea stropilor din mocirla politica.Cand Gheorghe Dinica facea cat toata media din tara asta la un loc, televiziunile care transforma acum moartea unui Actor in circ mediatic nu existau. Prin urmare Gheorghe Dinica nu are nevoie de ele. Nici de randurile astea nu are nevoie memoria lui.Nu plecarea lui Gheorghe Dinica trebuie sa ne intristeze. Alta etapa, alta dimensiune urmeaza pentru el.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, intrebarea care se ridica de cativa ani creste din ce in ce mai mare, ca o iedera care umbreste prezentul si viitorul generatiei noastre: Noi cu cine ramanem? Cine vine din spate? Unde este generatia de actori care sa-i inlocuiasca in mod firesc pe gigantii teatrului si filmului romanesc?Nu este. Pur si simplu nu este. Scoala romaneasca de teatru pierde fara sa inlocuiasca. In facultate profesorii se rotesc vertiginos la grupele de elevi. Asa e mai nou sistemul. Profesorii titulari nu mai vin la cursuri pentru ca sunt prea ocupati sa se imparta intre goana dupa bani si goana dupa bani. Grupele de studenti nu se mai bucura de profesorii titulari ca de niste pedagogi si psihologi. Nu se mai duce nimeni la profesor ca la un al doilea tata. Nu mai exista asta in scoala.&lt;br /&gt; Exista asistenti care nici macar n-au urcat vreodata pe scena. Sau daca au facut-o, n-au confirmat.Generatia de aur a teatrului romanesc a avut TIMP. Un spectacol puteai sa-l repeti un an si nu aveai altceva de facut. Banii nu erau o problema. TIMPUL si-a dat concursul la maretia unui actor de talia lui Gheorghe Dinica. Cand dupa revolutie a venit vremea vitezei marii actori au ramas la fel de mari pentru ca trupul firav al talentului lor de inceput fusese hranit cu TIMP, iar acum nimeni nu le putea lua asta.Dar noi ne nastem in viteza si ne e din ce in ce mai greu sa ne hranim talentul. Pe al nostru sau al generatiilor care vor veni. Si atunci, pentru ca nu e timp, un student primeste lectii de la cinci profesori in loc de unul, doar-doar va ramane ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Pe Gheorghe Dinca prea putina lume l-a intrebat cum se face teatru. Acum el a plecat. Ne-a ramas vocea inconfundabila, filmele si anecdotele fantastice care au facut din el un personaj si in afara scenei. Actorul total. Dar nu ne-a ramas un lucru vital pentru viitor: Cum se face teatru, domnule Dinica? Ce bine ne-ar fi prins acum vreo zece dvd-uri in care sa ne spuneti cum.Nu tristetea ma cuprinde acum la moartea domnului Dinica. Ci frica. O frica paralizanta. Aceea ca vom ramane singuri orbecaind si nu vom mai avea pe cine intreba. Cum sa fac aici? Cum sa fac sa-mi iasa? Cercul e vicios. TIMPUL naste TALENT. TALENTUL naste GENEROZITATE. Noi nu mai avem TIMP. Mai avem insa actori de mare TALENT. Dar ei pleaca. Si cu ei pleaca Generozitatea si Secretele meseriei.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ne reculegem in fata amintirii lui Gheorge Dinica ar trebui sa ne gandim la cei care mai sunt impreuna cu noi. Va las pe voi sa-i numiti. Slava Domnului, inca mai sunt. Pe cei plecati nu-i mai intoarcem si numai amintirea lor nu ne va salva. Insa putem sa pastram secretele de la cei care mai sunt cu noi. Cu conditia sa ne aducem aminte si sa-i veneram ACUM.&lt;br /&gt;La revedere, domnule Gheorge Dinica si va multumim.Nu pot sa nu inchei cu cea mai adevarata afirmatie pe care am auzit-o de la el, cu vocea aceea etern sugubeata:&lt;br /&gt;- Daca Michael Jackson se nastea in Romania canta la Gogosarul!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2690243215468174451?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2690243215468174451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2690243215468174451' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2690243215468174451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2690243215468174451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/11/nu-mai-este.html' title='Nu mai este.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6043864071014665533</id><published>2009-10-20T19:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:01:51.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu exista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/St3sVpDQY-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/APJoDcIECps/s1600-h/fallleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727785200640994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/St3sVpDQY-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/APJoDcIECps/s320/fallleaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiti ca acum cu totii invatam mereu cate ceva,in fiecare zi. Eu chiar invat. Imi place sa spun ceva si sa ma opresc asa brusc. Poate asa sunt eu in general. Nu stiu.. n.am chef sa folosesc scrierea pt romana asadar ma convietuiesc cu cea de engleza. Chiar daca asta e un blog slab,inutil,nefolositor,nesociabil,indecis,neamuzant e al MEU. Si asa e de ajuns,pt mine.&lt;br /&gt;In fine, am o pofta grava de vara,de soare,de nisip,de prieteni,de iubire. Nu realizezi mereu ca pierzi pe cate cineva,dar in timp se simte. A pierde nu este egal cu a muri. Pierderea cuiva poate dauna,sau nu,nu. Ma gandeam ca vremea asta nasoala e asa de vreo 10 zile si eu ma simt la fel,inauntru. Pe afara chiar ai zice ca sunt cea mai fericita,dar nu e asa. Eu ma simt cum e vremea.Ciudat,stiu dar asa e. Azi e urat,ma simt naspa. Maine e frumos,ma simt extraordinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inveti toata viata,dupa mine. Trebuie sa inveti ca lumea nu este cum vrei tu,ei nu joaca dupa cum dictezi tu,ei joaca dupa voia lor,dupa prostia lor,mai precis. Am invatat ca nu toata lumea este la fel,ca majoritatea oamenilor sunt falsi,indiferenti,nesimtiti. Oricat ai vrea,oricate le.ai cere,oricat ai incerca tot nu o sa se schimbe. Pt ca asa le e firea. Asa sunt. Si nu ma gandesc daca va fi altfel vreodata sau nu. Stiu prea bine ce este. Stiu prea bine cine sunt si ce lume am in jurul meu. Totusi nimeni nu ma impiedica sa fiu eu,sa fac lucrurile asa cum imi plac mie. Nu pot sa zic ca m.am saturat de unii oameni dar nici ca ii mai vreau pe langa mine. Unii stiu numai sa te faca sa te simti ciudat,altii sunt pur si simplu banali,gen. Binenteles ca aici nu scriu chiar tot ce gandesc,ce simt,ce spun. Doar partial..ca daca e mai rarutz e mai dragutz. N.o sa mai am niciodata increderea pe care am avut.o in unii,asta se stie. Pff..dar totusi ma cum sa faci sa.i readuci pe linia de plutire,cum? Ei nu vor cu ei,cine sunt eu sa le dau lectii si sfaturi? Nimeni,pt ei. Imi pare rau ca unii gandesc lucruri idioate,proaste,d.astea. Pana la urma e viata mea,eu decid,nu ma influenteaza nimeni si pana la urma nimeni nu merita! Daca ar exista macar o persoana care sa merite,sa fie asa, cum cred eu n.as mai crede chestii. Totusi,vremea e incontinuu urata afara,e frig si asta nu.mi place deloc iar eu,eu ce? Adica,cu mine se intampla multe. Oricum pana la un punct lucrurile vin si pleaca,nimic nu e la fel mereu si nimic n.o sa fie cum era. Trebuie sa traiesti clipa.. clipa aia. Poate clipa in care te.ai simtit cel mai fericit,cel mai implinit si sa ti.o amintesti mereu sau sa ti le amintesti mereu. Trebuie doar sa le porti in suflet,in inima. Si conteaza sa vrei. Mai conteaza sa iubesti pt ca din aceasta cauza sunt maj oamenilor frustrati,pt ca ei nu iubesc, nu stiu ce inseamna sa iubeasca,cum si cat. Invatati mah ca va fi lumea mai buna. Va asigur.&lt;/div&gt;Poza asta e pt mine,ma face sa ma simt mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4459936915908760315-6043864071014665533?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6043864071014665533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6043864071014665533' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6043864071014665533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6043864071014665533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-exista.html' title='Nu exista!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/St3sVpDQY-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/APJoDcIECps/s72-c/fallleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1024464002859247945</id><published>2009-10-18T20:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:24:37.297+03:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause I.m happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c6dlJREO5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c6dlJREO5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1024464002859247945?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1024464002859247945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1024464002859247945' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1024464002859247945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1024464002859247945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-im-happy.html' title='&apos;cause I.m happy!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7081843689656609452</id><published>2009-10-04T18:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:20:50.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 motive doar ca să râzi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/Ssi9I1jrERI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZebeG-6Y76s/s1600-h/ras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388764913662103826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/Ssi9I1jrERI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZebeG-6Y76s/s320/ras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sunt eu in poza!:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei bine,eu râd mai tot timpul in ultima vreme. Şi am descoperit un articol foarte interesant despre cât de bine este să mai şi râdem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fapt aici sunt doar 8 motive ca să râdem sănătos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Reduce stresul. Şi stările depresive şi poţi învinge oboseala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Calmează durerea. Râsul chiar reduce stare aceea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Previne bolile de inimă. Râsul inlătură stresul şi reglează tensiunea arterială.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Întăreşte imunitatea. Cu cât râzi mai mult,cu atât eşti mai protejat de infecţii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Stimulează digestia. Prin râs se masează anumite organe interne şi se reglează tranzitul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Previne cancerul. Ajută timusul să producă mai multe limfocite care conţin celule anticancerigene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Şterge/Tratează eczemele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Ţine creierul in formă. Adică sunt stimulate ambele emisfere cerebrale şi creşte capacitatea de memorare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sper că de acum să râdem şi mai mult. Eu una cu siguranţă! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7081843689656609452?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7081843689656609452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7081843689656609452' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7081843689656609452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7081843689656609452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-motive-doar-ca-sa-razi.html' title='8 motive doar ca să 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8Bmczy66to&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru că îmi place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7984820437932977673?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7984820437932977673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7984820437932977673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că era mai bine să nu mă bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu trebuia să pun atât de multe sentimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate n.ar fi trebuit să mă comport aşa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate nu e bine să ştiu dinainte ce se va intâmpla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că azi e mai greu ca ieri dar nu trebuie să te laşi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu am nici un regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate mi.ar prinde bine o vacanţă exotică.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate aş vrea să uit dar ceva nu ma lasă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate uneori fac lucrurile penibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate nu ştiu să vb cu anumiţi oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate sunt genul de tipă manierată cu bun simţ pt cn merită.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu e cazul să mă urăşti fără nici un motiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că am dreptul să.ţi fiu antipatică.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că am dreptul să te urăsc mai mult decât tu pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu.mi amintesc ceea ce nu trebuie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că îmi amintesc doar lucrurile bune din viaţa mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că aşa vreau eu să fiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că n.am nevoie de el ca să fiu eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că n.am nevoie de nimeni uneori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că lumea mă minte in faţă dar tot pe ei se mint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu mă interesează ce vor ceilalţi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că eu ştiu ce vreau de la unii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că era mai bine dacă nu mă năşteam în ţara asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că nu e bine să regreţi nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poate că sunt multe chestii,dar măcar sunt eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-9093485136782152612?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/9093485136782152612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=9093485136782152612' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9093485136782152612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9093485136782152612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/poate-ca.html' title='Poate că..'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7660363722834688297</id><published>2009-09-21T15:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:43:28.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Când dragostea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SreO7lh9D8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/AR7RKk_xKhE/s1600-h/15_pics_49864_1192459548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383929033882668994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SreO7lh9D8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/AR7RKk_xKhE/s320/15_pics_49864_1192459548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Am adunat din viaţa mea sau a celor pe care i.am intâlnit poveşti despre dragoste.Despre iubirea vieţii lor.Despre felul în care s.au îndrăgostit. Îmi place să trag cu ochiul la cupluri d cunoscuţi,dar şi de străini şi reuşesc cu o precizie uluitoare să pun etichete-n.am greşit niciodată când am simţit că cei din faţa mea se vor despărţi curând,aşa cum nu m.am inşelat vreodată despre cine iubeşte mai mult,cine locuieşte in relaţia aceea şi cine e in trecere. Iar o iubire plină,a unor suflete-pereche am depistat.o in cele mai neaşteptate gesturi. Asta nu mă transformă într.o specialistă şi nici un terapeut de cupluri,ci doar intr.o tipă care ştie exact despre c vb şi care nu poate trăi în afara iubirii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Într.un top al celor mai neobişnuite ipostaze în care un bărbat s.a îndrăgostit de o femeie aş poziţiona întâmplarea unui tip. A plecat la mare,singur,doar q gaşca d băieţi şi pe un colţ de stâncă a zărit.o pe ea-îmbrăcată in tricou şi pant scurţi,cu nişte bocanci butucănoşi în picioarele zvelte... Mânca pastă de dinţi dintr.un tub şi privea liniştită marea. Desigur,pt el era frumoasă,aurie şi de nedescifrat. După felul in care.i străluceau ochii când îmi pov despre ea,am ştiut că e locuit integral de iubirea pt făptura aceea,chiar şi după 3 ani de când sunt împreună.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De la o altă tipă am auzit altă pov - despre un cuplu frumos,în care iubirea işi făcea mereu dreptate,doar că într.o zi,a apărut ispita. Mi s.a părut o culme a iubirii ruga ei către el: "Iubitul meu,te rog,ai grijă de mine,încep să mă îndrăgostesc de altul..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu toţi bărbaţii ştiu să analizeze cuv de roman spre a vb despre femeia pe care o iubesc-dar le simţi privirea şi un fel anume de a se purta cu ele care.ţi spune tot. Îi ador pe tipii care văd în tipele lor amănunte sublime,care obs mici şi rafinate detalii pe care le iubesc la fel ca pe întreg. În afară de sâni,fund,picioare şi buze,fetele-femeile frumoase au privilegiul,din partea băieţilor-bărbaţilor lor,de a fi admirate pt felul în care işi trec mâna prin păr,pt cât sunt de frumoase când curăţă cartofi şi fredonează balada de rock în bucătărie,pt piele şi aroma lor sau pt zâmbetul fierbinte cu care.i întâmpină mereu,pt felul ciudat cu care se ung cu creme şi mirodenii de femeie sau pt glezna impecabilă,pt modul adorabil în care stau bosumflate superficial,aşteptând sărutul de împăcare....pt liniştea lor senină sau pt ţinuta lor când merg,pt felul în care conversează cu prietenii şi pt calmul lor ,pt cât de sexy sunt cu şamponul în ochi,pt cât de fragile sunt când plâng..pt cât de frumos îşi iubesc bărbaţii şi cum ştiu să aibă grijă de ei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiecare tipă norocoasă e iubită de un băiat care vede la ea altceva decât toţi ceilalţi.Cu riscul de a părea cicălitoare,vă sfătuiesc să vă rugaţi prietenul să facă o listă cu ce.i place cel mai mult la voi. Cu o minimă onestitate din partea lor,veţi auzi amănunte uluitoare şi veţi constata că din toate încercările epuizante de a ne aranja, de a ne dichisi cu farduri şi haine,curele şi cercei,poşete şi lenjerii,ei reţin un esenţial care,cel mai adesea,nouă ne scapă.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi plac filmele lui Almodovar pt că ne îndrumă atât de emoţionant să privim altfel iubirea şi să nu ne aşteptăm mereu ca ea să rasară ca la petrecerile burlacilor din cutie,in chiloţi, strigând tantam. Imi place nenorocitul de BeigBeder,pt că după ce consumă femei tranchilizante sau femei prea disponibile,ajunge să se îndrăgostească de câte o femeie nu pt că e ea cea mai tare din club,ci pt că nu e de acolo sau,intr.o şi mai fericită situaţie,nu a fost niciodată acolo,ador felul lui abrupt de a le incepe şi de a le termina pe cele care.i sunt necesare,dar nu vitale şi de a se transforma intr.un romantic impecabil când o intâlneşte pe EA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am privit,am fotografiat oameni care se iubesc,am citit romane de dragoste si am plâns la comedii romantice şi am crezut mereu că marile iubiri se petrec doar pe hârtie,pe scenă sau pe ecran. Iubirea de.a acasă,de pe covor,mi s.a părut mereu cotropită de prea multa banalitate a traiului zilnic şi estompată de lumea în care intâmplă să se petreacă.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am ajuns la o alta concluzie:iubirea cea mai mare,iubirea vieţii mele e chiar în sufletul meu. Fără hârtie,fără scenă şi,mai ales,fără tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norocul suprem ? Când lista cu ce.i place la tine nu e scrisă pe hârtie,ci pe trupul şi inima ta,zilnic.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7660363722834688297?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7660363722834688297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7660363722834688297' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7660363722834688297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7660363722834688297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/cand-dragostea.html' title='Când dragostea..'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SreO7lh9D8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/AR7RKk_xKhE/s72-c/15_pics_49864_1192459548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1496433181251631280</id><published>2009-09-16T20:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:52:00.702+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Şi aici ?</title><content type='html'>Şi aici mă apuc să inşir gânduri şi poveşti. Dar nu,chiar nu.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multe pov ce se aseamănă cu a mea. Chiar azi am citit unele. Aşa cum spuneam a început şi şcoala şi odată cu ea l.am văzut şi pe el. Şi ştiu că e mai mare ca mine q 1 an de liceu dar nu contează. Pur si simplu abia aşt să.l văd in fiecare pauză şi tare aş dori să am tupeul necesar să.i vb. Dar el ştie că exist,mă cunoaşte. Şi mă priveşte şi deja delirez pt că azi nu m.am simţit atât de bine,mi.a fost foarte rău mai ales din cauza unora.  În fine, pe mulţi nu doream să.i revăd dar a trebuit. Şi sincer nu.mi mai pasă atât de mult de cei care poate mi.au arătat incredere dar increderea asta trebuie menţinută şi unii nu ştiu s.o aprecieze. Unii au prea multă ambiţie cu mine dar ambiţie d.aia proastă. Multă muie,atât le doresc. :))&lt;br /&gt;Mai are rost să continui să vb despre lumea naşpa ? Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi este de ajuns. Prefer să cred k lumea nu e chiar aşa de egoistă. Dar chiar numai contează. Nu mă interesează. Mi.a fost foarte rău,am răcit din cauza unora si am fost super sup. Din cauza lor a trebuit să stau aks şi să stau.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ştiu ce să mai zic, chiar nu vreau k postul acesta să se regăsească cineva in el sau să se simtă. Pentru că ştiu ei care sunt să se simtă. Şi acum mă simt tare bine,sper să o ţin aşa in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Vă iubesc ? Nu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1496433181251631280?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1496433181251631280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1496433181251631280' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1496433181251631280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1496433181251631280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-aici.html' title='Şi aici ?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7625463215935032497</id><published>2009-09-13T13:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:52:05.237+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca o stea! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SqzMojYqq4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5lqYrnrUI78/s1600-h/040816granat1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380900651866434434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SqzMojYqq4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5lqYrnrUI78/s320/040816granat1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I] Are o aura ce te-atrage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stie ca o placi, de-aia nu te lasa-n pace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E atat de tacuta,Misterul iti provoaca o privire pierduta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stii, te debusoleaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crezi ca-i aproape, dar-i departe cand se insereaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cateodata te intristeaza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand in zilele cu ghinion nu te lumineaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai zile in care te debusoleaza,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dispare de pe cer ca reper cand se incetoseaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da, e exact ca o stea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O vezi doar cand vrea, de-aia esti nebun dupa ea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;De la distanta pare mica rau,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da` de aproape, e chiar imens sufletul sau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru tine de neatins,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu-i ca o stea, e chiar o stea. Te-ai prins?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Ref]E deasupra tuturor, vegheaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand restu` dorm, ea e singura treaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stie ca are ceva in plus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E de neajuns fiindca-i mult prea sus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diferita, nu poate fi comparata,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nici cu toti banii din lume nu poate fi cumparata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greu sa ajungi la ea, firesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt multe ca ea, dar nu toate stralucesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[II]Le tine pe restu` la distanta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stie ca n-are ce cauta pe langa vreo zdreanta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;N-are nevoie de nimeni,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Straluceste si singura, si o stie prea bine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;N-o ai nici tu, dar nici altii,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E genu` de fata care nu se baga in relatii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt atatia care au incercat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;S-o atinga noaptea, dar au esuat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parca n-are niciun defect,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand se instaleaza seara, ea ii da efect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si mi se pare corect,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E o munca sa te mentii frumoasa. Respect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E atat de speciala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dintre atatea milioane, apare la mine pe coala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate nu-i place muzica mea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca din cate vad, eu nu exist pentru ea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Ref]E deasupra tuturor, vegheaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand restu` dorm, ea e singura treaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stie ca are ceva in plus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E de neajuns fiindca-i mult prea sus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diferita, nu poate fi comparata,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nici cu toti banii din lume nu poate fi cumparata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greu sa ajungi la ea, firesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt multe ca ea, dar nu toate stralucesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[III]Pana si Soarele-i o stea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum ai convins Pamantul sa se-nvarta-n jurul tau asa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am atatea intrebari sa-ti pun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar ma las sa-mi raspund singur, ca un nebun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu stiu daca asculti asta, ma omoara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fa cumva sa ma anunti, ca timpul zboara...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi pare rau si nu stiu dac-o sa-mi mai para&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa ma simt respins si a doua oara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi pare rau daca te presez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar vreau sa m-asigur ca io-s cel pe care-l luminezi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca nu-s eu steaua ta pereche&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nici sa nu-mi intre alt nume de fraier in ureche.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu caut sa-ti ajung intre picioare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vreau sa fim o familie unita, ca si caru` mare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate ca tie-ti suna a dume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da` o ard pe bune, zic lucrurilor pe nume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7625463215935032497?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7625463215935032497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7625463215935032497' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7625463215935032497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7625463215935032497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/ca-o-stea-3.html' title='Ca o stea! &lt;3'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SqzMojYqq4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5lqYrnrUI78/s72-c/040816granat1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2495942692433581225</id><published>2009-09-07T16:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:02:17.684+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuborg Green Fest 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa cum bine stiti Tuborg Green Fest a tinut 3 zile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 zile de dans,muzica buna si lume multa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fost extraordinar. Pacat de cei care nu au fost.Chiar au ratat ceva mult prea tare.&lt;/div&gt;Mie mi.au placut cel mai mult cei de la 'The Crystal Method' si cei de la 'Chicane' si binenteles am stat in 1 rand si am dansat non stop,am tipat,am sarit.A fost genial. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi8Mr2-H5Vg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi8Mr2-H5Vg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2495942692433581225?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2495942692433581225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2495942692433581225' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2495942692433581225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2495942692433581225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/tubor-green-fest-2009.html' title='Tuborg Green Fest 2009!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3292277726413690600</id><published>2009-09-02T22:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:53:45.167+03:00</updated><title type='text'>S.p.t.</title><content type='html'>Si de ce ? Nu.mi plac zilele de toamna. Mi se par prea melancolice,prea nu stiu..&lt;br /&gt;N.am idee despre nimic..sunt asa zile monotone. Dar vine green fest 8-&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;Mda..cam plictisita lumea ca incepe sc. Ciudat. Recunosc si eu sunt la fel. Era mai bn vara. Mai mult soare,mai frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Acum o sa vina stresul,alea,alea. Nasol.&lt;br /&gt;Posturi,peste posturi...lumea a inceput sa frecventeze messu` k nah daca numai au ce sa faca..:))&lt;br /&gt;M.am tuns..nici nu pot sa.mi fac codita din el. Oricum e dragut ;))&lt;br /&gt;Dar lumea se face naspa,naspa. Cu atat mai mult cu atat iti vine sa zbieri. Nu.mi mai pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa fie un inceput de toamna frumos si sa se termine la fel. Ce mai asteptam cand eram la gradinita luna sept. Si acum..deloc. Prietenii numai sunt cum erau,lumea e prea egoista.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa spun ca a fost o vara frumoasa si nu as vrea sa se terminte totul. Nu asa,nu asa de repede. Mai vreau. Dar o sa inceapa o perioada draguta,sper.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am chef. pur si simplu. As vrea o chestie :)). O chestie draguta. As vrea mai multe cadouri. Desi primesc cam des,tot vreau. Si nu in ultimu` rand colectionez brelocuri. Wow,colectionez si eu ceva :))&lt;br /&gt;Azi ma bucur pt ea. Pt. my hon`. Pt. k este cea mai buna prietena. Pt k este a mea. Si pt k o iubesc. Si stie lucrul asta. Si daca n.am fi noi lumea n.ar mai fi asa :)) :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With love,C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3292277726413690600?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3292277726413690600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3292277726413690600' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3292277726413690600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3292277726413690600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/09/spt.html' title='S.p.t.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8538368911809882701</id><published>2009-08-31T11:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:53:34.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpuKU8oL-hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ruHwyjCOtto/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376042672673520146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpuKU8oL-hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ruHwyjCOtto/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Care este cea mai mare teama a ta ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teama de a avea o teama..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Care este cel mai valoros lucru pe care il ai ? [d.p.d.v. financiar]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptopu`,cartile si cosmeticele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Care este ideea ta despre fericire ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fericire peste tot...e cand simti tu. Ideea este sa simti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. In ce ai vrea sa te reincarnezi,daca acest lucru ar fi posibil ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In mai multi..nu exista un om perfect pt mn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ce personaj istoric iti place ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici unul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Care este ocupatia ta favorita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)) Sa citesc,sa asc muzica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Unde ti.ar placea sa traiesti ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Germania,Anglia sau Austria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Ce detesti la altii ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multe..cam ce detesta ei la mn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Daca ai putea sa.ti schimbi un atribut fizic care ar fi acela ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gleznele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Ce admiri cel mai mult la un tip ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inteligenta,stilul si modul lui de a fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Ce admiri cel mai mult la o tipa ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Increderea in sine si frumusetea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Cand si unde te.ai simtit cea mai fericita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Cu ce talent natural ai vrea sa fii inzestrata ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa pot zbura sau sa am o voce superba ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Care este mottoul tau ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Zambeste! cineva acolo sus inca te mai iubeste."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Ce ti se pare a fi culmea durerii ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durerea practica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Care este principalul tau defect ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neincrederea de sine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Ce ti.ai dori sa ai si nu ai ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Ce ai si ti.ai dori sa nu ai ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unele lucruri care le am si de care altii ar avea mai multa nevoie decat mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceste intrebari le pasez cui vrea. ;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8538368911809882701?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8538368911809882701/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8538368911809882701' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8538368911809882701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8538368911809882701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/elle.html' title='Elle.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpuKU8oL-hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ruHwyjCOtto/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3066090673390014824</id><published>2009-08-26T23:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:07:50.959+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre mine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Data si locul nasterii:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.03.199*. Bucuresti. Asadar zodia pesti ca si Ion Iliescu :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Trei calitati personale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cred ca sunt prea calma. Cred ca pot iubi un om si il pot face fericit. Cred ca pot sa fac ce.mi doresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Trei defecte pers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1) Uneori sunt superficiala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2) Cred ca exista acea pers care te va schimba,acea jumatate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3) Nu.mi vine aqm in minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trei lucruri care te enerveaza in Romania:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Nerespectul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. Faptul ca oamenii nu gandesc,au asa un spirit de turma si nu initiativa,le place sa fie condusi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. Manelele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trei lucruri care iti plac in Romania:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1) Bucurestiul..cu bune,cu rele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2) Mc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3) E plina de oameni isteti dar nevalorificati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Primele 3 decizii care le.as lua ca presedinta a Romaniei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. :)) As interzice tziganiiiii! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. As aduce mai multi bani si le.as mari salariile oamenilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. As crea mai multe locuri frumoase,as pune oamenii sa asfalteze strazile,as zice sa se vopseasca toate blocurile,as face bazine d inot,as investi mai mult in educare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daca ai putea pe cine ai exila de tot,din Romania?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cred ca pe nimeni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca ai infiinta o organizatie de caritate, cu ce s.ar ocupa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As ajuta oamenii bolnavi,copiii in general,as crea adaposturi pt animale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pers publica favorita :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Multi... Octavian Paler [care numai e], Tudor Chirila, Andreea Raicu, Adrian Despot,Dan Puric, Mihai Bendeac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ziarul favorit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nu citesc ziare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Emisiunea t.v. favorita :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmm..nu prea ma uit. Deci n.am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3066090673390014824?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3066090673390014824/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3066090673390014824' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3066090673390014824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3066090673390014824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/despre-mine.html' title='Despre mine..'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4665367766242675215</id><published>2009-08-26T16:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:21:57.478+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna in turneu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpU2pBlCE3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Gzy4Svf7Ao/s1600-h/madonna-bucuresti-parcul-izvor-august-2009-363x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374261808762852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpU2pBlCE3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Gzy4Svf7Ao/s320/madonna-bucuresti-parcul-izvor-august-2009-363x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitatul special al concertului Madonna este DJ Paul Oakenfold, artistul care deschide toate show-urile din cadrul turneului Sticky &amp;amp; Sweet Tour, inclusiv cel de la Bucuresti. Paul Oakenfold este considerat unul dintre cele mai importante nume din cultura de club moderna. A remixat piese de Rolling Stones, U2, Madonna, Justin Timberlake, Snoop Dog, Muse, New Order, The Cure, Massive Attack si chiar Elvis Presley si a fost producatorul trupei britanice The Happy Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;„In curand, vom anunta noi surprize pentru clientii Vodafone, din dorinta de a-i recompensa si in acest fel pentru alegerea brandului si a serviciilor noastre. Suntem increzatori ca acest spectacol va fi o experienta extraordinara pentru toti fanii care asteapta de multi ani sa o vada pe Madonna in concert si in Romania”, a adaugat Liliana Solomon.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu merg dar cine se duce multa distractie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4665367766242675215?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4665367766242675215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4665367766242675215' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4665367766242675215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4665367766242675215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/madonna-in-turneu.html' title='Madonna in turneu!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SpU2pBlCE3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Gzy4Svf7Ao/s72-c/madonna-bucuresti-parcul-izvor-august-2009-363x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1494517367522470074</id><published>2009-08-25T11:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:47:32.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De dimineaţă!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZYUnvjKR-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZYUnvjKR-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pentru că incepi ziua mai bine! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1494517367522470074?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1494517367522470074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1494517367522470074' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1494517367522470074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1494517367522470074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-dimineata.html' title='De dimineaţă!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-65191689058871542</id><published>2009-08-24T23:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:43:36.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Şi aici ? Şi acum ? Ştii prea bn k nu.mi mai pasa..adică pe afară nu se arată..doar inăuntru. E mai bn. M.am săturat de chestii cu mi.e dor şi te iubesc,şi cum şi cât. În fine..e de ajuns un lucru,acolo cât de mic ca să înceapă din nou. De ce ? Asta numai noi ştim.&lt;br /&gt;Totuşi "Am învăţat de la destin să simt mult,să arăt puţin."&lt;br /&gt;Pt că e aşa cum e. Nimeni nu te schimbă, nimeni nu te ajută...la propriu.&lt;br /&gt;E un post pt că e luni. Şi luni se adună chestiile.  Ah, a trecut şi vara asta. Repede.&lt;br /&gt;Am multe gânduri. Mai ales despre oameni. În fiecare zi sunt alţii,se schimbă aşa k ciorapii...adică sufletele lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Şi am primit o leapşă [făcută din plictiseală]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui dezamăgit din dragoste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm.."Zodia îndrăgostiţilor" pt k vb şi el şi ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce iubitului/iubitei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" La limita raţiunii" pt că ...citiţi şi o să înţelegeţi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce celui mai bun prieten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui copil de 10 ani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alice in Tara Minunilor. Pentru că atunci când va fi mare o va citi din nou şi va vedea  k lumea nu e chiar aşa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui mare aventurier călător?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jules Verne :2000 de leghe sub mări.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui duşman cunoscut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu am dar dacă ar exista probabil una educativă. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unei persoane care nu iubeşte lectura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Invitaţie la vals. Pentru că nu o va lăsa din mână deloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unuia “cu nasul pe sus”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Minte,caracter,personalitate-ceea ce nu poţi să vezi in oglindă. P.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce celui care apare primul în lista ta de bloguri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unuia care crede că le-a văzut pe toate în viaţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Emil Cioran :Pe culmile disperarii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Camil Petrescu: Ultima noapte de dragoste,întâia noapte de război.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cine o doreşte o poate lua! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-65191689058871542?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/65191689058871542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=65191689058871542' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/65191689058871542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/65191689058871542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4984496020054477303</id><published>2009-08-21T00:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:24:10.157+03:00</updated><title type='text'>;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De fiecare data va fi cineva care va fi impotriva ta. Trebuie sa te obisnuiesti cu asta. Da! Tu,cea care citesti asta. Nu trebuie sa.ti inchipui vrute si nevrute. Nu este nevoie. Ai dreptul sa crezi ce vrei dar nu te lasa inselata. Nu te amagi. Nu minti. Nu fura. Nu darui dragoste daca nu ti se da. Nu crede in oricine. Nu mai fii asa calma. De ce nu poti? Pt k esti u si atat ? Sau doar pt k nu poti ? Chiar crezi k cineva te poate schimba ? Sincer,nu. Degeaba lupti. O sa lupti mereu. Batalia asta poate nu va fi castigata de nimeni. Asculta.ma! iti vreau binele.. cand n.o sa mai faci fatza cauta.ma si ma vei gasi.  Stii u unde ma gasesti, in sufletul tau. Sunt ascunsa bine,bine. Crede.ma,daca vei invata sa ma asculti iti va fi bine. Crezi k eu mai pot sa o duc asa ? As vrea si eu o inima cum sunt eu,as vrea si eu k din 2 inimi sa iasa o inimioara mica si sa o cresc,dar asta nu se poate. Dar tu poti. Poti sa.ti cauti cealalta jumatate de inima. Dar vei sti numai cand vei simti. Numai cand o sa.ti spun eu. Asa ca nu uita, Iubeste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4984496020054477303?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4984496020054477303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4984496020054477303' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4984496020054477303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4984496020054477303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/x.html' title=';x'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1695997221037645213</id><published>2009-08-19T23:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:23:47.351+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>Sunt multe intrebari fara raspunsuri,unele poate cu dar totusi:De ce la unele nu le gasim raspunsuri?&lt;br /&gt;De ce este soare numai ziua ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce atunci cand esti fericit ai chef de multe lucruri?&lt;br /&gt;De ce e ziua lumina si noaptea intuneric ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt atatia oameni si fiecare e unic in felul sau?&lt;br /&gt;De ce credem orice ni se zice si apoi regretam ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce avem simtul asta de vinovatie?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu avem curajul sa ne educam noi insine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu stim sa mintim ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu stim sa facem un lucru pana la capat ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce stim doar ca prin ura trece iubirea ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce iubirea te orbeste ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nimeni nu.ti spune din suflet k ai ochii frumosi ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce ne doare undeva de altii daca noua ne merge bine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu putem schimba lumea prin curajul nostru de a sti sa facem un lucru bine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce suntem nevoiti sa suportam atatea mizerii ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Platesc ei cu sufletele noastre?&lt;br /&gt;De ce facem un lucru si apoi il regretam ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce ne credem super cand de fapt nu avem nimic special in noi ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce unii cred ca avem suficienta tarie in noi incat sa suportam ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce ne este atat de greu sa ne cerem scuze ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu putem sa iertam pur si simplu ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce rezolvam totul asa complicat cand totul este asa de usor ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt unii destepti,altii prosti ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce trebuie mereu sa ne conformam unor standarde/tipare si nu putem sa aducem si noi putina culoare ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce toti se iau dupa reguli si nimeni nu le respecta ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce e tara plina de curve,gay,prosti,pitzi si cocalari ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Daca gasiti din intamplare rasp la una din aceste intrebari anuntzati.ma si pe mine.Eu inca nu am gasit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1695997221037645213?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1695997221037645213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1695997221037645213' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1695997221037645213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1695997221037645213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7227074904952856541</id><published>2009-08-19T17:40:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:48:47.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa againn! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Leapsa de la 5zambete pt mine.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa raspund unor intrebari cu titluri de cantece. nu voi alege o trupa anume, ci voi raspunde cu melodii.&lt;br /&gt;intrebarile si raspunsurile mele :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female? &gt; Fly Project- Tasha.&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself. &gt; Dulce Maria-No pares.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself? &gt; Edward Maya -stereo love.&lt;br /&gt;Describe what you are thinking right now. &gt; James Morrison-you make it real.&lt;br /&gt;Describe your current boyfriend. &gt; Dj Andi feat Stella-freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live. &gt; Alexunderbase-Privacy.&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go? &gt; Tokio Hotel-durch den moonsun.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend? &gt; Lady Gaga-Paparazzi.[pt k este melodia ei:X].&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask for if you had just one wish? &gt; Ela Rose feat David Deejay- I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know? &gt; Alex feat Puya- Secret,Discret.&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like? &gt; Basshunter-All i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a television show, what would it be called? &gt; Bob Taylor feat Inna-deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you? &gt; Vibers feat Tara Mcdonald-Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give? &gt; Claudia-Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to? &gt; Sophie -Eleanor McEvoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa mea o ia cine doreste. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7227074904952856541?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7227074904952856541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7227074904952856541' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7227074904952856541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7227074904952856541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/leapsa-againn-3.html' title='Leapsa againn! &lt;3'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8741297302679881203</id><published>2009-08-11T00:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:27:10.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Premiu! :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>L.am primit de la Terra si ii multumesc enorm! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SoCQGPL7iII/AAAAAAAAAHU/CgMBNGohpjs/s1600-h/blog_de_oro_cadou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SoCQGPL7iII/AAAAAAAAAHU/CgMBNGohpjs/s320/blog_de_oro_cadou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449192655816834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulile premiului:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. afişarea premiului (imaginea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. afişarea linkului celui care a acordat acest premiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. oferirea lui la 10 bloggeri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ofer doar:&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 zambete.&lt;br /&gt;2. nol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Florin.&lt;br /&gt;4. Terra [back]&lt;br /&gt;5. Mie :))&lt;br /&gt;Mai multi nu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8741297302679881203?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8741297302679881203/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8741297302679881203' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8741297302679881203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8741297302679881203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/premiu.html' title='Premiu! :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SoCQGPL7iII/AAAAAAAAAHU/CgMBNGohpjs/s72-c/blog_de_oro_cadou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8439414157051624354</id><published>2009-08-09T22:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:06:11.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>Stii si u ochii care nu se vad,se uita. Degeaba ma incerci totul ca nu merge. Mi s.a luat de tot,cam asa. Mi.e dor de unele persoane. Mai mult decat dor. Pe unele le.am revazut cat de curand,altele nu. De altii nici nu.mi pasa. Si cand te uiti asa cata lume s.a schimbat te minunezi. Numai sunt cum eram nici eu,dar nici ei. Cat de frumos era cand eram mici si nu ne suparam pt nimic,din contra chiar ne ajutam,ne jucam cu orele si eram fericiti.Mda..&lt;br /&gt;Si daca ar fi sa ne gandim aici tot parerile mele,gandurile mele si d.astea sunt. &lt;br /&gt;N.am mai scris de mult si n.am idee despre ce sa mai scriu,decat despre mine. Eu.. sunt bine,cred. Au trecut atatea zile si mai e putin si se termina si vacanta.Daaar,timpul nu e pierdut. Mai sunt multe nopti de petrecut si zile,da! :D&lt;br /&gt;Si revin la partea asta de dor..mi.e dor mah de vremurile alea,de unele. Unele vremuri se mai repeta,altele nu. Si asta doar din cauza k mai cresti si ah,numai faci aia si nici cealalta,si mai bn nimic si e rau. Poti sa pierzi multe. In fine, nu sunt genul de pers care crede k a pierdut cv bun in viata,din contra cred k am in viata mea numai lucruri bune si foarte bune care ma mentin sa zicem pe planul vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Stii..am starea aia de melancolie dupa cateva zile de revazut ppl din copilaria mea..8-&gt; dar o sa.i vad in fiecare weekend..si sper sa ramana acolo,pt mn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8439414157051624354?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8439414157051624354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8439414157051624354' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8439414157051624354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8439414157051624354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2934865393528393082</id><published>2009-07-26T22:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:33:47.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puteti vedea frumusetea?</title><content type='html'>"Frumusetea e pretutindeni.Nu ea lipseste ochilor nostri,ci ochii nostrii nu stiu sa o vada." Sunt cuv scriitorului O. Wilde,ce exp un adevar,pe care,cred,multi dintre noi nu suntem in stare a.l intelege,a.l accepta,fiindca vedem frumusetea numai q ochiul fizic,prin forme,culori,marimi,etc.Pt. a vedea frumusetea adev,care nu se trece,nu se vestejeste precum cea a trupului,trebuie sa fim in stare a ne crea,un ochi launtric,al spiritului care sa poata privi frumusetea in esenta ei. Frumusetea unei femei nu trebuie vz doar prin anumite forme ale trupului (picioare,coapse,sani,buze),iar a barbatului doar prin muschi k ai lui Hercule,ci prin caracter demn,spirit intelept si luminos,etc. &lt;br /&gt;Frumosul are tot atatea intelesuri cate stari de spirit are omul.E trist pt noi k nu avem si o viata launtrica-si astfel spiritul nostru este,cel mai adesea,k un trup q ochii inchisi. Frumusetea privita si q ochiul launtric isi poate crea stari sufletesti vii,care.si innobileaza si chipul fizic, si.l fac frumos si luminos.Da,putem vedea frumusetea pretutindeni..De pilda,chiar in munca noastra.&lt;br /&gt;In fine, "Cand ni se infatiseaza pe sine,frumosul ne arata intreaga flacara a lumii."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2934865393528393082?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2934865393528393082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2934865393528393082' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2934865393528393082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2934865393528393082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/puteti-vedea-frumusetea.html' title='Puteti vedea frumusetea?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4775577470564125299</id><published>2009-07-20T01:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:02:59.148+03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Camil Petrescu'</title><content type='html'>"Alte specii,tot aşa de false,sunt în general bunătatea celor amabili si indulgenţi,a imensei majorităţi a oamenilor săraci,a chefliilor generoşi,a poeţilor trişti,a romancierilor duioşi,a cititorilor sentimentali. Mai ales sentimentalismul e un indice scăzut de tot,nu departe de perversiune (dacă aceasta o fi existănd) pe scara morală. În afr de conştiinţă,totul e o bestialitate. Şi sunt nenumăraţi oameni care,în bucuriile,în tristeţile,în surâsurile,în pasiunile lor,în ideologia,în generozitatea,în dragostea,în indulgenţa lor,în gingăşia lor,sunt numai bestiali."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4775577470564125299?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4775577470564125299/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4775577470564125299' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4775577470564125299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4775577470564125299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/camil-petrescu.html' title='&apos;Camil Petrescu&apos;'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1781956403843447258</id><published>2009-07-19T02:14:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:06:50.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SmJY4VEfsLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z-boWqkfJL8/s1600-h/Picturee+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359944231276228786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SmJY4VEfsLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z-boWqkfJL8/s320/Picturee+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua de ieri a fost superba &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;18 iulie,cea mai calda zi din an tin sa precizez k o &lt;33 mult pe pisssi mea :x si binenteles k ma face sa rad din orice. Si nu conteaza nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi este liberty parade 09! si binenteles toata lumea e la mare.eu nu.poate la anu` 8-&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imnul este extraordinar. Merita sa.l ascultati.Il canta Vibers feat Tara Mcdonald -revolution =p~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. chiar k e summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chiar foarte de dimineata:)) Eh..:-j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiar ca a fost cea mai calda zi din an :o. mai ales in Buc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superba melodia ! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1781956403843447258?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1781956403843447258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1781956403843447258' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1781956403843447258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1781956403843447258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/17.html' title='18.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SmJY4VEfsLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z-boWqkfJL8/s72-c/Picturee+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3117279268464650659</id><published>2009-07-17T23:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:03:19.807+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chic.</title><content type='html'>"Zambi cu tristete.&lt;br /&gt;-Toata lumea face compromisuri,stii?Nu ins k esti altfel dekt erai atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Modul in kre mi.a spus.o m.a faqt sa.l cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Putem pleca d aici? am intrebat, facand semn sa ni se aduca nota,indiferent d kti oameni erau l masa sau c se comanda,era intotdeauna 120 d mii d pers.Cred k trebuie sa.mi pastrez energia pt festivitatile d maine,l kre sper sa t conving sa participi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lasa p masa 800 d mii. ( ca sa ma revansez pt toate serile in kre am lasat bacsisuri d rahat,dupa c statusem aici q orele') si.mi puse mana p spate, ca sa ma conduca afr.Am mai pierdut vremea suficient d mult k el sa castige pt mn un porc d jukrie l jocul din foaier.Am strans jucaria in bratze,iar el mi.a spus k nu cheltuise mai destept 8 lei in monede d 0,5 bani.Drumul pana la casa lui a fost linistit si mi.am dat seama k desi traisem atatia ani aici,nu fusesem niciodata in partea aceea a orasului.Amandoi eram contemplativi,fara sporovaiala,glumele sau confidentele pe kre le impartasisem in ult 9 ore care pareau cateva minute.Am intrat p aleea scurta,nepavata,a unei case mici si cochete in stil colonial si am parcat masina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-M.am distrat fb in seara asta.Azi,in seara asta,toata chestia.Multumesc pt k m.ai condus si pt cina-pt toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nu parea sa se grabeasca sa iasa din masina si mi.am permis in sfarsit sa cochetez q ideea k s.ar putea sa ma sarute.Orice roman Harlequin ar fi remarcat q siguranta qm sfaraiau scantei electrice intre noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Vb serios? Eu ar trebui sa.ti multumesc! Tu ai fost cel care ne.a salvat d l a suporta ink o seara d intoxicatie q mancare oribila,stii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apoi mi.am varat mainile sub genunchi,ca sa nu.mi mai tremure. Apoi el iesi din masina. Pur si simplu.Deschise usa,isi lua sacul de pe bancheta din spate si.mi facu q mana,mormaind ceva qm k o sa ma sune maine.Dezamagirea ma duru k pe o palma peste fatza si am bagat masina in marsarier kt d rpd am putut,ca sa plec inainte sa incep sa plang. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dc naiba ai crezut k e catusi de putin interesat d tn? m.am intrebat,revizuind evenimentele serii in minte. Avea nevoie sa.l duca cnv q masina,u te.ai oferit,iar el nu s.a purtat altfel dekt extrem d prietenos.E iluzia ta si trebuie s.o depasesti imediat,inainte sa t faci de ras in mare hal.&lt;/span&gt; In timp ce dadeam q spatele k sa ies d p aleea q pietris,am vz o silueta apropiindu.se d masina. Vorbea,dar nu.l auzeam prin geamul inchis. L.am deschis si am apasat pe frana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Ai uitat ceva?&lt;/span&gt; am intrebat,incercand sa.mi controlez tremurul din voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Pai, stai o sec.Uite,am deschis usa din spate,asa k...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;N.am apucat sa termin.Isi intinse mana prin geamul de pe partea soferului,pe langa genunchii mei si m.am speriat o clipa,inainte k el sa apuce schimbatorul de viteze si sa scoata masina din viteza.Apoi mi.a desfacut centura,a deschis usa si m.a tras afr din masina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Ce? Nu stiu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dar ma reduse la tacere luandu.mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; fatza in maini exact asa qm isi doresc toate fetele,dar nici un tip nu face vreodata.Exact k pe coperta d l A ta,plina d dorinta,dk imi aminteam corect,imaginea kre simbolizase pt mn supremul sarut romantic. Mainile lui erau reci si puternice si eram sigura k simtea cum imi ardea fatza,dar n.am avut timp sa ma stresez pe tema asta.Se apleca si ma saruta q o asemenea delicatete incat abia am reusit sa raspund si n.am avut ce face dekt sa stau acolo si sa las lucrurile sa se intample,prea socata ca sa.l sarut si eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Promit ca data viitoare n-o sa mai uit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;spuse el cu genul ala de asprime pe care jur k nu.l auzi dekt in filme. Imi tinu galant usa deschisa si.mi facu semn sa ma asez iar.Bucuroasa k numai trebuia sa ma asez p picioare k sa ma sustina, m.am prabusit q stangacie pe scaun si am ranjit,in timp ce el inchise usa si se indrepta spre casa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3117279268464650659?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3117279268464650659/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3117279268464650659' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3117279268464650659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3117279268464650659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/chic.html' title='Chic.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2054236828014014988</id><published>2009-07-13T23:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:21:05.347+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acasa :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/Sluad43hQgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WzoCmQ6Dzqw/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046019959472642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/Sluad43hQgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WzoCmQ6Dzqw/s320/Picture+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In sf aks` :x :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mah ce frumos e prin alte locuri,numai in Buc nu e curat :-j si nici bun simt :-j si nici nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar frig a fost! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma bucur doar k am ajuns bn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pun si eu o poza din cele 512 :)))) :"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2054236828014014988?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2054236828014014988/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2054236828014014988' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2054236828014014988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2054236828014014988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/acasa-x.html' title='Acasa :X'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/Sluad43hQgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WzoCmQ6Dzqw/s72-c/Picture+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2437275786921719377</id><published>2009-07-01T12:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:57:16.608+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o luna,as fi fost..august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o zi a sapt,as fi fost: vineri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei,as fi fost: dimineatza devreme ca sa poti vedea rasaritul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un animal marin,as fi fost: calutz d mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o directie,as fi fost: vestul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o virtute,as fi fost: inteligenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o personalitate istorica,as fi fost: Joanna D`arc sau Helene din troia :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o planeta,as fi fost:marte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un lichid,as fi fost: sange albastru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o piatra,as fi fost: perla sau diamant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o pasare,as fi fost : porumbel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o planta,as fi fost: palmier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme,as fi fost : o vreme caldutza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un instrument muzical,as fi fost : o chitara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o emotie,as fi fost: fluturasii din burta :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un sunet,as fi fost: sunetul marii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un element,as fi fost: focul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un cantec,as fi fost: 17 ani-Vama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un film,as fi fost :Marea mahmureala sau cv care sa te binedispuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un serial,as fi fost: Rebelde,'Fara sani nu exista paradis'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o carte,as fi fost: Maytrei sau La limita ratiunii si De veghe in lanul de secara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un personaj de fictiune,as fi fost: nush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un fel de mancare,as fi fost: pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un oras,as fi fost : Berlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un gust,as fi fost : dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o aroma,as fi fost: aroma capsunilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o culoare,as fi fost: mov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un material,as fi fost: denim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un cuvant,as fi fost : fericire sau dragoste sau muzica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului,as fi fost : mainile si ochii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetzei,as fi fost: zambetul, increderea de sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o materie scolara,as fi fost: matematica,franceza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un personaj de desene animate,as fi fost: Clover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o forma,as fi fost: o stea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un numar,as fi fost: 4 si 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram un mijloc de transport,as fi fost : avion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daca eram o haina,as fi fost : fusta scurta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E 1 IULIE :x :)))&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/4459936915908760315-2437275786921719377?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2437275786921719377/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2437275786921719377' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2437275786921719377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2437275786921719377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/07/daca.html' title='Daca..'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5055313652660331196</id><published>2009-06-29T16:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:17:18.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar.</title><content type='html'>Leapsa furata de la 'Vicii'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua cea mai frumoasa: cand rad.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mare obstacol: teama.&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai mare greseala: increderea in oricine.&lt;br /&gt;Radacina tuturor relelor: oamenii.&lt;br /&gt;Distractia cea mai placuta: cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai mare infrangere: cazi,te ridici..&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai buni profesori: doar 1.&lt;br /&gt;Prima necesitate: prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce te face cel mai fericit: sa cant.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mare mister: omul.&lt;br /&gt;Persoana cea mai periculoasa: Bin Laden :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai rau sentiment: tristetea.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai bun cadou: fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;Lucrul cel mai de valoare:prietenia adevarata. fericirea.muzica.&lt;br /&gt;Calea cea mai rapida: pe scurtatura.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentul cel mai placut: cand reusesc ce.mi propun.&lt;br /&gt;O protectie efectiva: indiferenta.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai bun remediu: spa.&lt;br /&gt;Forta cea mai puternica: iubirea.&lt;br /&gt;Persoanele cele mai necesare: cea mai buna prietena.&lt;br /&gt;Lucrul cel mai placut dintre toate:imbratzisarile,zambetele.&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5055313652660331196?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5055313652660331196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5055313652660331196' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5055313652660331196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5055313652660331196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/iar.html' title='Iar.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8945344529809662861</id><published>2009-06-29T15:49:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:35:23.649+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca ceva.</title><content type='html'>Inca o leapsa furata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Luaţi cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschideţi la pagina 18 şi scrieţi aici al 4-lea rând:&lt;br /&gt;"...mi.am ingropat capul sub perna,repetandu.mi..." [Lauren W.]&lt;br /&gt;2) Fără să verificaţi, cât e ora?&lt;br /&gt;16.02&lt;br /&gt;3)Verificaţi:15:56&lt;br /&gt;4) Cum sunteţi îmbrăcat? comod.&lt;br /&gt;5) Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitaţi?&lt;br /&gt;Ma jucam :))&lt;br /&gt;6) Ce zgomot auziţi în afara celui al calculatorului?&lt;br /&gt;De masini.&lt;br /&gt;7) Când aţi ieşit ultima dată şi ce aţi făcut cu ocazia respectivă?&lt;br /&gt;Ieri.&lt;br /&gt;8) Aţi visat ieri noapte?&lt;br /&gt;Mda.&lt;br /&gt;9) Când aţi râs ultima dată?&lt;br /&gt;Azi.&lt;br /&gt;10) Ce aveţi pe pereţii încăperii unde sunteţi?&lt;br /&gt;In camera mea :)) : postere,post ituri,3 hartzi,calendar si poza coloseumului evident:x&lt;br /&gt;11) Dacă aţi deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aţi cumpăra?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..:HAINE.&lt;br /&gt;12) Care este ultimul film pe care l-aţi văzut?&lt;br /&gt;P.s:I love you.&lt;br /&gt;13) Aţi văzut ceva neobişnuit azi?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;14) Ce părere aveţi despre acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;N.am&lt;br /&gt;15) Spuneţi-ne ceva ce nu ştim încă:&lt;br /&gt;nu mi.am faqt patu` :))&lt;br /&gt;16) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba de o fetiţă?&lt;br /&gt;aaaaa: helene sau sophie.&lt;br /&gt;17) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba de un băiat?&lt;br /&gt;:)))) george sau filip sau alexander.&lt;br /&gt;18) V-aţi gândit deja să locuiţi în străinătate?&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaa,sigur.&lt;br /&gt;19) Ce aţi dori ca Dumnezeu să vă spună când intraţi pe Porţile Raiului?&lt;br /&gt;:)) 'Fetele bune ajung in rai,fetele rele ajung unde vor ele'&lt;br /&gt;20) Dacă aţi putea schimba ceva în lume în afară de politică, ce aţi schimba?&lt;br /&gt;Rautatea oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;21) Vă place să dansaţi?&lt;br /&gt;Aha.&lt;br /&gt;22) George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;treaba lui.&lt;br /&gt;23) Care a fost ultima chestie pe care aţi văzut-o la televizor?&lt;br /&gt;o tipa si un tip dintr.un film :))&lt;br /&gt;24) Care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui să preia acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;oricine vrea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8945344529809662861?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8945344529809662861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8945344529809662861' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8945344529809662861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8945344529809662861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-ceva.html' title='Inca ceva.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2676886546703909700</id><published>2009-06-29T15:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:47:57.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfumuri tipului meu de zodie :))</title><content type='html'>Pesti&lt;br /&gt;Nativa din Pesti are o intuitie invincibila si stie intotdeauna cum sa iasa basma curata din orice situatie. Este creativa si-i place sa petreaca mult timp in mijlocul naturii, de aici si potrivirea cu Chanson dÕEau de la Coty, parfumul ce defineste prospetimea. Ce poate fi mai placut decat o adiere citrica Ð lamaie, portocala si bergamota Ð combinata prietenos cu lavanda, lacrimioara si iris, pe un fond exotic-lemnos de mango, ananas, santal si bambus. Pentru ocazii speciale dominanta poate vira spre aromele orientale precum Ming Shu de la Yves Rocher, parfum ce dezvaluie misterul unei tori rarisime Ð Ming Shu Ð ce creste in China, pe malul raului Mosuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragutz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt voi :&lt;a href="http://la-o-cafeluta.blogspot.com/2009/01/parfumul-zodiei-tale.html"&gt;http://la-o-cafeluta.blogspot.com/2009/01/parfumul-zodiei-tale.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2676886546703909700?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2676886546703909700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2676886546703909700' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2676886546703909700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2676886546703909700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/parfumuri-tipului-meu-de-zodie.html' title='Parfumuri tipului meu de zodie :))'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4013423207185562155</id><published>2009-06-29T11:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:56:36.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>29`</title><content type='html'>Am o stare incredibila de lene.&lt;br /&gt;Imi este foarte somn. Dar m.am trezit pe la 9. Si chiar nu stiu ce sa scriu :)). Dar totusi e doar un blog asa ca imi permit sa scriu doar ce vreau eu. Hmm..mai sunt doar cateva zile si in sfarsit parasesc Buc asta :))&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma trezisem era soare,aq numai este. Ma dor ochii.Nu de la laptop  ci de la atatea filme vazute in ult perioada.Si inainte nu eram asa pasionata.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi ar fi bine sa fie mai mult soare k mi.a cam ajuns q ploile astea interminabile.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi ce poate fi mai bun decat o cana de ceai verde q miere intr.o dimineatza k asta ? :X&lt;br /&gt;Oare voi ati stat asa sa va uitati bine la voi in oglinda si sa realizati cate parti frumoase aveti si nimeni nu si.a dat seama pana acum ? Ei bine,nu cred. Eu incerc sa descopar in fiecare zi o parte mult mai frumoasa decat cea anterioara. E ca si cum cineva iti spune ca gaseste inca un lucru interesant la tine :)) de care,poate, nici u nu esti convinsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum preiau o leapsa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Sunt ...aproape ce imi doresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2)As vrea..sa schimb lucrurile in favoarea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3)Pastrez...toate amintirile care m.au facut fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4)Mi.as fi dorit...sa nu pun atata suflet pt oricine si sa imi spuna cineva ca merit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5)Nu imi place...iarna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6)Aud...melodia din mp3 de la vama :)). Ah, si uneori nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7)Imi pare rau ca...nu.mi pare rau de nimic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8)Imi plac...lucrurile marunte care ma fac fericita si mirosul unui parfum al unui tip care trece pe langa mine ;)) si cartzile,evident si concertele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9) Nu sunt...mereu cum vreau sa fiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10) Dansez...in felul meu,mai mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11)Cant...pt mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12) Scriu..din orice,despre orice,cum imi vine pe moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13)Niciodata...nu vreau sa mi se intample ceva rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;14) Plang.. pt si din cauza unor oameni prosti si pt lucrurile care nu le primesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15) Nu imi place de mine pt ca....nu sunt destul de ambitioasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;16) Sunt confuza cand....niciodata! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;17) Am nevoie...de prieteni,huguri,muzica,mare,cartzi,soare,inghetzata si nu in ultimul rand ceai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;18) Ar trebui...sa fac tot ce mi.am propus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19) Sincer...ma iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;20) Nu te lasa....niciodata pe mana celorlalti,gandeste si fa totul numai pt binele tau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda...:-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4013423207185562155?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4013423207185562155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4013423207185562155' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4013423207185562155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4013423207185562155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/29.html' title='29`'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4499109661656394211</id><published>2009-06-26T13:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:04:03.660+03:00</updated><title type='text'>M.J.-Regele muzicii pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkdOHA-A4fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cWdegYbyLzk/s1600-h/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332564579279346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkdOHA-A4fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cWdegYbyLzk/s320/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi am aflat o veste tulburatoare.M.J. in varsta d 50 d ani numai este printre noi.&lt;br /&gt;Ne.a incantat q muzica lui atata timp. Multumim,Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4499109661656394211?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4499109661656394211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4499109661656394211' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4499109661656394211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4499109661656394211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='M.J.-Regele muzicii pop!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkdOHA-A4fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cWdegYbyLzk/s72-c/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5586433881898434022</id><published>2009-06-24T20:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:18:56.527+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar noi si marea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkJf5uAiDvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejhmlU8MMtk/s1600-h/IMG_3590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350944752477015794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkJf5uAiDvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejhmlU8MMtk/s320/IMG_3590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O ţinea de mână, o privea în ochi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Îl mira într-un fel atâta inocenţă, puritate şi gingăşie într-un singur suflet. I se simţea devotat, simţea că îi aparţine total, i se dedicase ca unui cult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vedea în ea icoana fericirii.O privea absent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se simţea împlinit de simplul fapt că o avea lângă el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Asta era tot ce îi trebuia pentru a fi el, pentru a fi un întreg. Urmărea vântul ce se juca bucuros cu părul ei, cu rochiţa vaporoasă de vară.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Rochia asta a ta îmi aminteşte de mare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;În loc de răspuns, ea îi zâmbi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Îmi e dor de mare... Aş vrea să fugim într-o zi. Să ne luăm de mână, să ne urcăm într-un tren şi să fugim la mare. Ar fi aşa frumos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ea îl privi mirată, se opri în loc pentru a medita asupra ceea ce auzise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Poate că...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Ce e? S-a întâmplat ceva, de ce te-ai oprit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Poate că azi ar fi o zi bună! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- O zi bună pentru ce? Despre ce tot vorbeşti? O fixa atent cu privirea, căutând o explicaţie în ochii ei mari. Dintr-o dată înţelese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Doar nu vorbeşti serios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Dar de ce nu? De ce într-o zi? De ce nu azi? De ce e mereu cândva şi niciodată azi? Nu toate visele sunt menite să rămână atât, vise. Oare nu am devenii roboţi dacă nu am urma măcar o parte din ele? Oare nu de asta visăm? Spunem că trăim ca să fim fericiţi şi totuşi fugim de fericire în fiecare zi. În fiecare zi când ne reprimăm pornirile, când ne ascundem sentimentele, când respectăm reguli, când nu ne urmăm visele, când nu zâmbim vieţii. De ce să nu vorbesc serios? De ce nu azi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era uluit de izbugnirea asta pe care nu o prevăzuse. Îşi dădea seama câtă dreptate avea ea. De ce doar să viseze, de ce să nu trăiască?În privirea lui se citea entuziasm, se citea speranţă, se citea fericire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Doar noi doi, nisipul şi marea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Şi soarele, şi vântul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Noi şi iubirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/4459936915908760315-5586433881898434022?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5586433881898434022/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5586433881898434022' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5586433881898434022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5586433881898434022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/doar-noi-si-marea.html' title='Doar noi si marea..'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SkJf5uAiDvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejhmlU8MMtk/s72-c/IMG_3590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5486463608917162993</id><published>2009-06-19T14:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:37:19.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer,summer,summer! &lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Si cat de tare e starea aia de binee..:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mmmmm..o MARE vacantzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Si eu si u si el si ea si noi si voi si ei si ele :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tot ce te asteapta este mult soare si distractie,de fapt muuuuuuuuuuuulta inghetzata :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nu.i asa k vretzi si voi ? Eu da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Doar tre` sa deschizi fereastra sa lasi sa.ti intre razele soarelui in sufletul tau [bn k intai t topeste p afr]:)) siiiiii sa nu.ti pese,da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Si apoi stii si u:multa apa,mult soare si esti fericit/a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Unii cine stie se mai duc si pe la Best Fest :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dar important este sa te distrezi si restul numai conteaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sa simti al naibii k e VARA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sa te bucuri de tot,sa faci de toate,sa te plimbi,sa tzipi,sa urli,sa numai poti de cald,sa bei apa:)),sa mergi la mare,munte,alte tzari :&gt;,sa citesti orice,orice itzi pica in mana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;333.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5486463608917162993?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5486463608917162993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5486463608917162993' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5486463608917162993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5486463608917162993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/summersummersummer-33.html' title='Summer,summer,summer! &lt;33'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3658829873354767216</id><published>2009-06-06T01:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:22:50.741+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Cei care speră sunt tocmai cei care au cea mai mare nevoie de speranţă. La ce e bună speranţa pentru cel care are totul? În schimb, unul ca mine trebuie să creadă că orice rău are o limită. Inclusiv pustiul."(O. Paler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumos.Toate meritele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3658829873354767216?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3658829873354767216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3658829873354767216' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3658829873354767216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3658829873354767216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5194183144593240429</id><published>2009-06-01T19:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:01:39.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SiQJRq1WG1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpTKG6U8ftI/s1600-h/big_city_life_by_maddy89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405257128713042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SiQJRq1WG1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpTKG6U8ftI/s320/big_city_life_by_maddy89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e o zi speciala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e 1 iunie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e ziua noastra,a mea,a ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi nu pun la inima nimic si nu ma supar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma simt fericita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma simt iubita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma simt extraordinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi este soare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi toata lumea ma iubeste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi iubesc totul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi imi place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi nu se va repeta niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e ziua cand unele persoane realizeaza ceea ce spun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi cred in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi cred in parerile mele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi sunt sigura ca nu se va mai repeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e totul mov. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e totul cum vreau eu sa fie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi eu merit.Si chiar mereu! ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi mi.am luat chestia aia =p~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi invat lucruri noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma uit la persoane si imi dau seama cat de multe spun dar nu simt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi inteleg ceea ce nu intelegeam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma simt importanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi am primit voucher cadou :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi este doar azi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi pot face atat de multe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi pot incheia discutii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi pot incepe o noua viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi se poate sfarsi ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi soarele imi zambeste ca atunci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi este ziua aia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ma simt copil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si asta este cam tot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5194183144593240429?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5194183144593240429/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5194183144593240429' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5194183144593240429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5194183144593240429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/06/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SiQJRq1WG1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpTKG6U8ftI/s72-c/big_city_life_by_maddy89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2336458945246712502</id><published>2009-05-17T16:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:59:08.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 an!</title><content type='html'>Am 1 an si 1 saptamana de cand am blogu` asta si incepe sa.mi placa.De fapt chiar m.a ajutat poate pt  ca mai imi citesc si altii parerile,gandurile,ideile.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..prea cald,dar e foarte bine. Deja mi.e dor de mare,grav. Dar si de munte. Poate o sa ajung anu` asta si la munte. 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joi e ziua mea de nume,binenteles! :))&lt;br /&gt;Astept vacanta aia mareeeeeeeeeee :D.&lt;br /&gt;Si in rest la fel,viata aia banala si plictisitoare. Parca anu` asta a fost cel mai naspa.Adica sigur a fost asa. Atatea lucruri noi,incredibile s.au intamplat. Eh las` eu sa fiu sanatoasa!-ca relele vin singure.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2336458945246712502?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2336458945246712502/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2336458945246712502' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2336458945246712502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2336458945246712502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title='1 an!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1000986421622450610</id><published>2009-04-30T19:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:42:10.032+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>Bine ai venit ! ia un pahar de vin&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti decat sa te simti decat odihnit&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca drumul a fost lung&lt;br /&gt;Si au fost prea multe rele&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe stele care ti-au scris in horoscop belele&lt;br /&gt;Arunca-ti hainele,dezbracate!&lt;br /&gt;Lasa nisipul sa te mangaie&lt;br /&gt;Descarcate,las-o sa te priveasca in ochi&lt;br /&gt;Arata-I unde ti-ai ingropat trecutul,unde te doare&lt;br /&gt;Ea o sa creasca in acel pamant o floare&lt;br /&gt;Sub un cer senin,buzele ei nu vor fi pline de venin&lt;br /&gt;Cum au fost altele,iti va sopti iubire&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate faptele&lt;br /&gt;Ea va fi cea care n-o sa-ti intoarca spatele&lt;br /&gt;Ia-o in brate si priviti cerul senin si o sa simti&lt;br /&gt;Ca ai primit tot ce-ti doreai&lt;br /&gt;Pentru c.ai tras din greu ca sa le ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1000986421622450610?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1000986421622450610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1000986421622450610' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1000986421622450610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1000986421622450610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6588321859758871856</id><published>2009-04-26T12:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:07:32.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este in zadar.Totul.Oricat as incerca nu merge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poate chiar trebuie sa scriu aici numai in zilele proaste,dar nu e asa.Acum ma simt foarte bine.cred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Tot ce este mediocru in viata mea se datoreaza prejudecatii ca e bine sa fii ‘intelept’ in orice situatie. In fond, ce ne recomanda intelepciunea ? Sa fim atenti, evitand riscurile, imprudentele si excesele.Sa facem totul ‘cu masura’. Si tocmai aceasta ‘masura’ o gasesc la originea tuturor regretelor mele, a pasiunilor ratate, a ‘nebuniilor’ netraite. N-am avut inteligenta sau norocul de a pricepe la timp ca adevarata ‘masura’ a vietii unui om nu se poate obtine decat prin ‘lipsa de masura’, dorind ‘fara masura’, indraznind ‘fara masura’, iubind ‘fara masura’. ” ( O. Paler ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ceva gen. Totul este fara masura. Viata trebuie traita fara masura sau fara a ne face griji,probleme. Daca toti am trai 'fara masura' ar fi mult mai bine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar,oamenii sunt tot la fel. In general ei nu se schimba,oricate vb le.ai spune,oricat suflet ai pune,oricata incredere ai avea in ei,ei raman la fel. Si atunci te intrebi daca chiar merita cineva...daca chiar merita sa.ti irosesti timpul asteptand si sperand la ceva mai bun..ei bine nu.Inca n.am intalnit oameni pe care sa.i fac sa realizeze ca sunt unici,ca ei sunt tot ei si daca lumea din jur nu.i accepta asta e,in fond trebui sa te stradui putin macar de suprafata. Etimologic vorbind, oamenii nu se schimba dupa bunul tau plac.Dar totusi maturizarea o sa.si spuna cuvantul. Si inca n.am intalnit oameni care sa merite. Decat mama,tata si poate in cel mai bun caz un/o f.b prieten/a. In rest,la fel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acest text nu este adresat unei persoane anume, sau poate ca este.Acesta nu este intentia de a creea o poezie, sau este.Acest text poate fi interpretat sau luat doar la misto.Acest text reprezinta sentimente si nu vorbe-n vant.Acest text exprima dorinte, vise si ambitia de a le implini.Acest text poate fi un bun exemplu pentru unii.Acest text este scris special pentru tine, sau nu.Acest text se poate adresa unuia direct sau indirect.Acest text nu asteapta laude, ci vrea a fi citit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6588321859758871856?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6588321859758871856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6588321859758871856' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6588321859758871856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6588321859758871856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-961902311104975053</id><published>2009-04-18T13:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:41:26.315+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paste fericit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SemuRI-MwbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kDiVg9FIBpI/s1600-h/paste760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979643831697842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SemuRI-MwbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kDiVg9FIBpI/s320/paste760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In zilele astea sa va simtiti foarte bine,asa cum ma simt si eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paste fericit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/4459936915908760315-961902311104975053?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/961902311104975053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=961902311104975053' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/961902311104975053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/961902311104975053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/paste-fericit.html' title='Paste fericit!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SemuRI-MwbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kDiVg9FIBpI/s72-c/paste760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7666345565880383378</id><published>2009-04-09T16:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:47:57.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti sa.ti pastrezi firea cand atatia.n jur si.o pierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si asupra.ti toti arunca vina lor si.apoi o sterg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti sa crezi in tine cand toti se indoiesc d tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si-ngaduitori t iarta d-ndoiala lor,stii bine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti s.astepti si totusi nu te naruie asteptatul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sau mintit d esti vreodata si nu.i dai minciunii sfatul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si cand dusmanit esti totusi nu deschizi nici cale urii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nici prea bun sa pari punandu.ti inca.o data straga gurii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti visa dar totusi sa nu.ti faci din vis stapanul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti gandi,din ganduri sa nu.ti faci tinta vreunul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti ca la-ntalnirea q triumful si dezastrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sa.i tratezi deopotriva impostori cand u esti astrul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti sa induri rostite auzind vb tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Masluite ca sa pune ticalosii curse.n cale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sau sa vezi,avand taria,ce.ai zidit ajuns l scapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si cu sculele ostenite sa iei totul d l capat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti q sange rece,q un zar sa.ti joci deodata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ce.ai agonisit,izbanda masurata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si pierzand sa ai putere sa incepi q inceputul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si sa nu suflii vreo vb qm ti.ai irosit avutul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti inima,nervii sa.i faci sa t asculte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chiar dupa c arsi d truda se pierdura prin tumulte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Incat sa ramai u insuti,neavand nimic,afara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;De vointa care spune:nu te.ncovoia,fii tare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti vb q lumea si virtutea ta e treaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sau plimbandu.te q regii omenia.ti se pastreaza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca nici dusmani,nici prieteni nu t pot lovi q ura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca toti,se pot p tine,bizui dar q masura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daca poti umple minutul cel necrutzator q pretzul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Celor saisezi de secunde strabatute in maretzul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ceas al vietii tale,lumea din adanc iti apartzine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si baiatul meu u vei fi intre toti,un om,stii bine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rudyard Kipling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7666345565880383378?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7666345565880383378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7666345565880383378' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7666345565880383378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7666345565880383378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/daca.html' title='Daca.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5791624150044902975</id><published>2009-04-02T20:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:14:42.962+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SdTycNd0QTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dhR4z1jtMEc/s1600-h/3305154189_17fd394da5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143626296377650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SdTycNd0QTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dhR4z1jtMEc/s320/3305154189_17fd394da5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nu,nu.Binenteles ca nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tu nu stii...nu ai cum sa stii ce se intampla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E chestia asta care se intampla dupa prima si ultima intalnire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oare chiar asa trebuie sa doara ca sa o poti lua de la capat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doar daca ai stii cate lucruri se spun despre tine,cate lucruri ti le.as spune asa in fata doar de dragul de a suferi si u putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doar ca u..esti mai nesimtit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Poate doar altfel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si atunci cand o sa vina timpul sa iti spun tot sa vezi cat de bine o sa ma simt.vai cat de bine.Dar inca a trecut putin timp..cred ca doar 2 luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mai conteaza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Da conteaza..pt ca vezi u postul asta e pt tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dar u nu o sa.ti dai seama,binenteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eh,si ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Azi chiar a trebuit cineva sa mi te aduca aminte,ca parca te uitasem sau doar mi s.a parut..inca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stii ca ai promis multe.Dar toti promit.Oricum nimeni nu intelege,nici macar u.Dar vorbele spuse trebuiau implinite.Dar la tine nu e asa.Nu este deloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si este grav.Viata ta este la fel,ce credeai ca eu o sa ti.o schimb? In bine da,dar nu ai vrut. Ai vrut pe cineva mai altfel.Stii si u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si crede.ma ca iti doresc tot binele din lume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si peste catva timp o sa rad mah,de tine,de mine,de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ce urat suna'de noi' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oricum eu sunt tot aia,aia in care tu inca mai crezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5791624150044902975?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5791624150044902975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5791624150044902975' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5791624150044902975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5791624150044902975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/nimic.html' title='Nimic.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SdTycNd0QTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dhR4z1jtMEc/s72-c/3305154189_17fd394da5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1071162568941941394</id><published>2009-03-15T14:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:49:39.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Si totusi de ce scriem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca suntem tristi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem pentru ca ne.a impregnat parfumul fericirii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca iubim si simtim nevoia sa spunem lumii despre ce forma au stelele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca urâm si nu gasim pe loc debuseul direct pentru a scoate negreala din noi. Scriem pentru ca avem nevoie de cuvinte atunci când cuvintele se aglomereaza în sufletul nostru. Scriem pentru ca respiram idei si nu avem cui sa le spunem cu voce tare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem pentru ca nimeni nu ne crede sau pentru ca ne cred atât de multi încât ne dorim sa ne creada o lume întreaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca vrem sa ne citeasca cei de lânga noi, sa ne laude sau sa ne înjure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca vedem minuni si vrem sa le spunem si altora cum si cât de mari am facut ochii. Scriem pentru ca ne îndragostim si poezia începe sa ne umble prin sânge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca ne despartim si avem impresia ca dupa fiecare despartire mai suntem datori cu câteva cuvinte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca ne plictisim si viata ni se pare atât de absurda încât începe sa încapa în fraze teribiliste si vulgare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca suntem prea saraci ca sa facem bani din comert si prea bogati ca sa facem comert cu suflete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca vrem sa evadam sau pentru ca ne dorim pâna la durere ca cineva sa ne puna odata catusele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca vedem un zâmbet si ni.l imaginam, daca nu pe chipul nostru, macar undeva pe o perna de lânga noi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca auzim un tipat si suntem prea neputinciosi pentru a.l stinge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca avem nevoie unii de altii si pentru ca unii si altii se pot întâlni doar acolo, printre litere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru viitor, degrevând trecutul de greseli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru trecut, uitând ca traim deja în viitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru a gasi pretext de zâmbet sau dorinta de rasuflare tandra pe obraz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem din pasiune, din gelozie, din crima, din uitare, din lacrima, din fluturi, din culori sau din priviri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem cu sufletul sau scriem cu sufletele altora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem treptat, scriem dintr.o suflare, scriem nebuneste, scriem indescifrabil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem cu litere mici sau cu litere mari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem cu trei puncte sau cu semne de exclamare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem întrebând si raspundem scriind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem de dor, construind porturi si aprinzând faruri pentru corabii care poate nu vor veni niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem sublim, pentru premii, scriem aberant, pentru huiduieli, scriem bolnavi, pentru viata, scriem uitând ca exista moarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem din paturi de spital sau din vârfuri de munte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem pentru ca vrem si scriem pentru ca suntem constrânsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem ca sa ne rugam si vrem ca cineva important sa ne auda ruga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem întru blestem si scriem întru pasiune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scriem pentru ca vedem soare prin ferestre larg deschise si scriem, chinuit, la lumina ultimei lumânari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriem pentru ca atunci când nu scriem ne e teama ca vom ramâne prea singuri pentru a mai gasi o coala de hârtie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1071162568941941394?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1071162568941941394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1071162568941941394' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1071162568941941394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1071162568941941394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=';;)'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2323290428235030940</id><published>2009-03-05T20:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:13:47.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe \:D/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A fost si ziua meaaa:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sa traiesc!!&lt;33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'04.03.2009'&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/4459936915908760315-2323290428235030940?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2323290428235030940/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2323290428235030940' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2323290428235030940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2323290428235030940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehe-d.html' title='hehe \:D/'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5774121178569029641</id><published>2009-02-28T17:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:27:06.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>28.02.`09</title><content type='html'>E ultima zi a lunii.&lt;br /&gt;E cald si soare.&lt;br /&gt;Se simte ca vine primavara.&lt;br /&gt;Maine e 1 martie.&lt;br /&gt;Peste 5 zile vine si ziua mea.&lt;br /&gt;Se grabeste sa ma faca mai batrana cu inca un an. :]&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mult imi place primavara. Si luna martie.&lt;br /&gt;E o luna speciala. :x&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa mai imbatranesc cu un an! :))&lt;br /&gt;&gt;;d&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5774121178569029641?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5774121178569029641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5774121178569029641' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5774121178569029641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5774121178569029641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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cirese amare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gandurile de odinioara se transforma in amintiri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le las sa se ingalbeneasca,sa se vestejeasca,sa se stinga usor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa prinda un fir subtire de panza de paianjen,ca mai apoi,peste vreme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa inchid ochii,sa ma desprind de real si sa le aduc la viata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gustul de cirese amare sa mi se para mai placut..sau as putea sa las amintirile in coltul lor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa putrezeasca,sa se descompuna si sa fac loc unor ganduri care,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la randul lor,vor deveni amintiri.Ganduri mai dulci,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de data asta,cu gust de capsuni..capsuni cu frisca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma cuprinde ameteala si,odata cu ea,o senzatie de bine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma transpun cu totul intr.un alt univers,poate intr.un ungher din mintea mea,ma aplec si sterg de praf o amintire ce inca nu a imbatranit:u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gustul de capsuni se intensifica iar paianjenii mici isi strang panzele cu fir de borangic de pe celelalte amintiri: un sarut ce nu a durat mai mult de 10 sec,o imbratisare,sclipirea unei priviri indragostite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fara sa vreau,presar zahar in urma mea,ca trecutul sa ma urmeze oriunde as pleca.&lt;/strong&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/4459936915908760315-7731024356806337904?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7731024356806337904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce amari erau sanii mamei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce amar laptele ce l-am supt!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeasupra duzilor ce atarna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nor negru si greu,nor rupt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vantul mi.arunca tzarana in ochi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caini costelivi imi dadeau tarcoale,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toti oamenii pe care.i vedeam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umblau cu picioarele goale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Focul avea aripi dar nu zbura,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il lega de vatra cenusa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziua si noaptea intrau in casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiar daca nu le deschideam usa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi-era teama de frig.Ma musca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adanc ii simtea trupul meu coltii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si.mi parea rau ca soarele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu e priponit in crestetul boltii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Zaharia Stancu.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8694358475223417353?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4309903742780211158</id><published>2009-02-03T14:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:26:59.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare mie sau cam ti s.au inecat corabile la mal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh las` eu sa fiu sanatoasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca de altfel tot eu stiu ce e mai bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si zic asta doar pentru ca toti sunt la fel. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4309903742780211158?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5193706201427013821</id><published>2009-01-31T19:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:18:09.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercitiu de scris :-?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se ia o foaie alba de hartie si ceva durere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se asterne pe hartie primul cuvant care-ti vine in minte. Sa zicem "scrum". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se ia apoi momentul cel mai dureros cu putinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sa zicem ca ea a iesit pe usa, a trantit-o puternic si nu s-a mai auzit decat praful tencuielii lovind gresia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Acum trebuie sa fii tare sincer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. Ai cuvantul "scrum" o usa trantita si o persoana care a plecat din viata ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Si incepi sa scrii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Scrumul din parul ei blond s-a lovit de gresia sufletului meu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Iti dai seama ca nu esti sincer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E prea cautat si prea emfatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Si incerci din nou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Scrum. Scrum am simtit cand ai inchis usa dupa tine" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esti mai sincer acum, te apropii cumva de durerea din maruntaie dar e simplist si simti ca nu te reprezinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Mai incerci o data. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"scrum alb s-au facut atingerile noastre cand ai iesit pe usa..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te deranjeaza inca, durerea ta nu striga, e inca acolo, in tine, nu e pe foaia alba de hartie din fata ta, te minti si nu poti scrie ce simti de fapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Mi-ai stins tigara pe fata, ingere. Tigara aia era iubirea noastra. Mi-ai stins tigara pe obraz putin mai sus decat locul in care as putea s-ajung cu limba ca sa-mi ling scrumul" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esti fericit acum, durerea zace intiparita pe hartie in timp ce tu respiri mai usor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[tudorchirila,evident]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;=p~&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/4459936915908760315-5193706201427013821?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5193706201427013821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5193706201427013821' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5193706201427013821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5193706201427013821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/exercitiu-de-scris.html' title='Exercitiu de scris :-?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7502196261878360633</id><published>2009-01-29T19:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:49:04.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Poate ar trebui sa fiu mai atenta la ceea ce fac,ce spun,...&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce as putea sa zic..viata e la fel indiferent cum suntem.&lt;br /&gt;totusi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chiar daca as avea toti dintii cariati as mai zambi si chiar daca as fi plina de probleme eu tot as glumi,pt ca stii,viata e grea,lumea e rea,cum as putea sa rezist daca nu m.as purta asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7502196261878360633?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7502196261878360633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7502196261878360633' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7502196261878360633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7502196261878360633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_29.html' title='?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6275142483084375609</id><published>2009-01-17T23:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:28:25.074+02:00</updated><title type='text'>8-&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul copilului miroase a zapada amestecata cu crengute de brad. Sau a abur de lapte ars. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul tarfei miroase a alge si crini in ziua a doua. Mai miroase a balta de noiembrie strabatuta de cizme din cauciuc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul hotului miroase a frica. Iar frica miroase a carne de porc in descompunere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul vaduvei miroase a lemn uscat. De fag sau de stejar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul lasului miroase a cenusa muiata in apa salcie. Sau a carpa inca umeda de lesie si praf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul fugarului n-are miros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul bogatului miroase a peste crud sau a carne incinsa pe gratar stropita cu vin de tara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sufletul criminalului miroase a sudoare rece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6275142483084375609?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6275142483084375609/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6275142483084375609' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6275142483084375609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6275142483084375609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/8.html' title='8-&gt;'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3796060750521038352</id><published>2009-01-15T12:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:16:04.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mihai Eminescu</title><content type='html'>Este 15 ianuarie si comemoram un mare poet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3796060750521038352?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3796060750521038352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3796060750521038352' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3796060750521038352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3796060750521038352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/mihai-eminescu.html' title='Mihai Eminescu'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-5199623287780317623</id><published>2009-01-15T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:07:28.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodia pesti [;x]</title><content type='html'>Are o aura care te face sa te simti foarte bine in prezenta ei. E romantica clasica. Are nevoie de un cavaler care sa o protejeze de lumea rea. Prefera intimitatea petrecerilor, calitatea cantitatii si pe tine restului lumii ...dar:&lt;br /&gt;- E foarte promiscua si o relatie stabila nu o impiedica sa isi faca de cap&lt;br /&gt; - Se minte singura ca aventura din ziua respectiva este singura ei iubire adevarata, chiar daca dureaza doar o ora. Mereu in cautarea sufletului pereche, oricand, oriunde, cu oricine&lt;br /&gt; -  Aparentele insala. Variaza intre un delfin jucaus si un rechin flamand. Cand o apuca dracii, o sa izbucneasca, dupa care se retrage in umbrele adancurilor. Daca vrea sa riposteze, de obicei o sa o faca dintr-un coltisor in care plange isteric&lt;br /&gt; -  O sa iti placa atentia care ti-o va acorda la inceput, dar cand adevarata ei vocatie e sa te cicaleasca. Si asta o sa o vezi destul de curand. O sa incearca sa te transforme in barbatul perfect. Din nefericire, nu are o idee prea clara cum arata ala. Asa ca idealizeaza barbatul de langa ea, mai ales daca e o alegere proasta&lt;br /&gt; -  Poate ca pare fragila, neajutorata si nepamanteana, dar are structura de otel&lt;br /&gt; -  Este dusmanul ei cel mai mare. Prefera sa isi planga de mila decat sa discute rational. Cearta-te cu ea si fie o sa faca spume sau o sa se interpreteze rolul „vai, nefericita de mine” prabusindu-se pe cea mai apropiata piesa de mobilier. De fapt ii plac circul si certurile&lt;br /&gt; -  De obicei e foarte desteapta, dar nu se pune in valoare din cauza atitudinii ei aiuristice. Uita ca unele lucruri nu se reumplu singure – contul din banca, frigiderul si rezervorul masinii ar fi cateva exemple&lt;br /&gt; -  Pare altruista, devotata si intelegatoare, dar o sa plece cu o bucata din sufletul tau in maini ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-5199623287780317623?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5199623287780317623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=5199623287780317623' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5199623287780317623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/5199623287780317623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/zodia-pesti-x.html' title='Zodia pesti [;x]'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-7222946472176786785</id><published>2009-01-12T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:04:38.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Din nefericire este prea adevarat ca daca duci lipsa de timp si de bani, dragostea nu poate sa fie decat orgie de carutas ori indeplinirea unei indatoriri conjugale. Inloc sa fie capriciu inflacarat ori visator, devine respingatore utilitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Baudelaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tudorchirila.blogspot.com]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-7222946472176786785?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7222946472176786785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=7222946472176786785' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7222946472176786785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/7222946472176786785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/x.html' title=';x'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2780588458731472723</id><published>2009-01-04T23:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:21:55.222+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca un blog!</title><content type='html'>Uite ca a venit si momentul asta datorita lui noldy;;).&lt;br /&gt;Thx :-*&lt;br /&gt;Avem un blog nou,in echipa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noi-stim.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://noi-stim.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cititzi-ne,comentatzi-ne!&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem doar noi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2780588458731472723?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2780588458731472723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2780588458731472723' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2780588458731472723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2780588458731472723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/inca-un-blog.html' title='Inca un blog!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2175127192028953420</id><published>2009-01-04T17:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:35:41.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SWDXLAEKGKI/AAAAAAAAADY/M5CGu3QSsZg/s1600-h/mg-9299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462546528934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SWDXLAEKGKI/AAAAAAAAADY/M5CGu3QSsZg/s400/mg-9299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De revelion a fost super,super,super,super,super!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Binenteles mi.au plaqt cel mai mult Animal.x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il ador p.asta mare` :"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4459936915908760315-2175127192028953420?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2175127192028953420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2175127192028953420' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2175127192028953420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2175127192028953420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=';;)'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SWDXLAEKGKI/AAAAAAAAADY/M5CGu3QSsZg/s72-c/mg-9299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-9083493934205318189</id><published>2008-12-23T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:20:53.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[:-&lt;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pff...k tot vine Craciunul..oare voi mai stiti cum era acum cativa ani? Cata bucurie,asteptare,culoare era..Acum nu mai este asa.absolut deloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu parca numai simt.Aproape nimic.Inafara faptului ca este ziua mamei mele nu mai imi pasa.Simplu.As vrea sa ninga cum nu a mai nins niciodata..cu fulgi mari si incontinuu,sa ma pot juca si sa fac bulgari si sa-mi inghete mainile de frig dar sa nu-mi pese deoarece ma simt extraordinar...:-&lt;si..toti&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Si cred ca mereu am dorinte..poate sunt prea imatura si neinteleasa ca sa pot primi ceva:Dar..iarasi ma apuca melancolia cu iubirea..nu mai conteaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum chiar m-am convins ca Mos Craciun nu exista si iubirea la fel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N-are nimic nici un rost cum nimic nu e facut sa tina.Depinde doar de mine sa merg inainte,peste bune si rele oriunde voi ajunge.Dar stiu ca o singura dorinta mi se va indeplini.Aceea ca voi ajunge la teatru.De tzelul acesta nu ma indoiesc.Si nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc ca nici lucrul acesta nu se va indeplini.Totusi..nu a fost un an bun..doar stiu k tre` sa fim fericiti cu noi insine si sa speram ca ziua de maine va fi mult mai bine. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-9083493934205318189?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/9083493934205318189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=9083493934205318189' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9083493934205318189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9083493934205318189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='[:-&lt;]'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8334977402007279110</id><published>2008-12-17T23:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:04:33.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Iubim femeile pentru ca au sani rotunzi, cu gurguie care se ridica prin bluza cand le e frig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; pentru ca au fundul mare si grasut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; pentru ca au fete cu trasaturi dulci ca ale copiilor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; pentru ca au buze pline, dinti decenti si limbi de care nu ti-e sila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca nu miros a transpiratie sau a tutun prost si nu asuda pe buza superioara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca le zambesc tuturor copiilor mici care trec pe langa ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca merg pe strada drepte, cu capul sus, cu umerii trasi inapoi si nu raspund privirii tale cand le fixezi ca un maniac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca trec cu un curaj neasteptat peste toate servitutile anatomiei lor delicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca in pat sunt indraznete si inventive nu din perversitate, ci ca sa-ti arate ca te iubesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca fac toate treburile sacaitoare si marunte din casa fara sa se laude cu asta si fara sa ceara recunostinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca nu citesc reviste porno si nu navigheaza pe site-uri porno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca poarta tot soiul de zdranganele pe care si le asorteaza la imbracaminte dupa reguli complicate si de neinteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca iti deseneaza si-si picteaza fetele cu atentia concentrata a unui artist inspirat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca au obsesia pentru subtirime-a lui Giacometti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca se trag din fetite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca-si ojeaza unghiile de la picioare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca joaca sah, whist sau ping-pong fara sa le intereseze cine castiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca sofeaza prudent in masini lustruite ca niste bomboane, asteptand sa le admiri cand sunt oprite la stop si treci pe zebra prin fata lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca au un fel de-a rezolva probleme care te scoate din minti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca au un fel de-a gandi care te scoate din minti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca-ti spun „te iubesc” exact atunci cand te iubesc mai putin, ca un fel de compensatie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca nu se masturbeaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca au din cand in cand mici suferinte: o durere reumatica, o constipatie, o batatura, si-atunci iti dai seama deodata ca femeile sunt oameni, oameni ca si tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca scriu fie extrem de delicat, colectionand mici observatii si schitand subtile nuante psihologice, fie brutal si scatologic ca nu cumva sa fie suspectate de literatura feminina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca sunt extraordinare cititoare, pentru care se scriu trei sferturi din poezia si proza lumii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca le innebuneste „Angie” al Rolling-ilor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca le termina Cohen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca poarta un razboi total si inexplicabil contra gandacilor de bucatarie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca pana si cea mai dura bussiness woman poarta chiloti cu induiosatoare floricele si dantelute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca e asa de ciudat sa-ntinzi la uscat, pe balcon, chilotii femeii tale, niste lucrusoare umede, negre, rosii si albe, parte satinate, parte aspre, mirandu-te ce mici suprafete au de acoperit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca in filme nu fac dus niciodata inainte de-a face dragoste, dar numai in filme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca niciodata n-ajungi cu ele la un acord in privinta frumusetii altei femei sau a altui barbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca iau viata in serios, pentru ca par sa creada cu adevarat in realitate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca le intereseaza cu adevarat cine cu cine s-a mai cuplat intre vedetele de televiziune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca tin minte numele actritelor si actorilor din filme, chiar ale celor mai obscuri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca daca nu e supus nici unei hormonizari embrionul se dezvolta intotdeauna intr-o femeie. Pentru ca nu se gandesc cum sa i-o traga tipului dragut pe care-l vad in troleibuz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca beau porcarii ca Martini Orange, Gin Tonic sau Vanilla Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca nu-si pun mana pe fund decat in reclame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca nu le excita ideea de viol decat in mintea barbatilor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca sunt blonde, brune, roscate, dulci, futese, calde, dragalase, pentru ca au de fiecare data orgasm. Pentru ca daca n-au orgasm nu il mimeaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ca momentul cel mai frumos al zilei e cafeaua de dimineata, cand timp de o ora rontaiti biscuiti si puneti ziua la cale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca sunt femei, pentru ca nu sunt barbati, nici altceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Pentru ca din ele-am iesit si-n ele ne-intoarcem, si mintea noastra se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai in jurul lor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru ca nu puteti sa traiti fara noi,fraerilor! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8334977402007279110?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8334977402007279110/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=8334977402007279110' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8334977402007279110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/8334977402007279110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6583844247784083657</id><published>2008-12-07T02:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:12:35.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nici un chef d somn :-?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[De parca nu ma mai vrea Universul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timpul imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mi sterge versul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imi schimba chipul, vietii fura sensul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imi urmeaza pasii, imi imita mersul.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pff..ce rpd au trecut zilele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;suntem in decembrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu,chiar nu ma simt fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stiu..k e luna sarbatorilor,cadourilor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dar pt mine chiar nu reprezinta nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dar..pff..vreau sa fiu iar mica si sa simt cum ma bucur de orice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parca numai e totul la fel k acum 3/4/10 ani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azi a fost o zi memorabila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cu pisi mea:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si inchei aici k ma duc sa ma culc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6583844247784083657?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6583844247784083657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6583844247784083657' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6583844247784083657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6583844247784083657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/12/nici-un-chef-d-somn.html' title='Nici un chef d somn :-?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-4632479952128093994</id><published>2008-11-30T21:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:48:28.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/STLt2xYnQBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uUT_8z41lPs/s1600-h/in+unirea+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539638829563922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/STLt2xYnQBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uUT_8z41lPs/s320/in+unirea+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La multi ani,pisi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sa.mi traiesti si sa fi fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TE iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;333.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-4632479952128093994?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4632479952128093994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=4632479952128093994' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4632479952128093994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/4632479952128093994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani!'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/STLt2xYnQBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uUT_8z41lPs/s72-c/in+unirea+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-144557557841967762</id><published>2008-11-22T11:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:39:21.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SSfS-qpI2aI/AAAAAAAAACo/JB-r8ECc8T4/s1600-h/417484hyr0rne3fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271413862901012898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/SSfS-qpI2aI/AAAAAAAAACo/JB-r8ECc8T4/s320/417484hyr0rne3fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vreau sa fie iar vara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma bucur de orice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai ploua atat de incet si marunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa iasa soarele ala din nori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai fiu asa trista cum am fost toata saptamana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa cred ca exista prieteni adevarati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fie totul mai bine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai puna lumea masti pe fatza lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma cunosc mai bine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai plang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa cred ca viata e frumoasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fie totul ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fie lumea mai buna,sa lase toate rautatile deoparte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma dezobisnuiesc de a mai bea ceai in fiecare dimineatza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma linistesc cu adevarat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fac si alte lucruri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa stie lumea ca nu sunt o tipa egoista si rea precum se vede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa arat si eu ce simt pt ca nu imi iese niciodata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai ploua atat pt ca in suflet te simti gol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau ca toate diminetile cand ma scol sa vad cum soarele imi intra in ochi si sa imi zambeasca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ajung ce vreau sa ajung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa mi se indeplineasca toate dorintele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai am cosmaruri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai fiu asa trista fara vreun motiv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma mai dezobisnuiesc sa mai citesc atat de mult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fiu lasata in pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa traiesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa afle lumea doar din priviri ce vreau sa spun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa vina iarna cu multa zapada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa vina craciunul[ziua mamei mele:x],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa ma implic in a face lucruri bune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau ca unele vise sa devina realitate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai visez atat de mult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa stiu ce trebuie sa fac ca sa nu ranesc oamenii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa existe o reteta pentru a fi fericit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fie mereu soare si cald,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa fiu inconjurata numai de prieteni adevarati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa inteleg ce nu stiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa.mi spuna cineva odata 'Esti o fata cu un suflet mare.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa primesc multe imbratisari pentru ca asa ma simt mai bine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa opresc timpul pentru o zi,doua..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai fie atata tristete in lume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau ca fiecare sa se bucure de viatza asa cum e ea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;cu rele si cu bune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa stiu ca maine o sa fie mai bine decat azi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa invat sa ma iert,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa stiu sa spun te iubesc la momentul potrivit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa aprind scanteia atunci cand e cazul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai ma supar din orice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;vreau sa numai am acel orgoliu prostesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;dar totusi am 15 ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ma consider mica,chiar daca am trecut prin multe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4459936915908760315-144557557841967762?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/144557557841967762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=144557557841967762' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3292436887783059921</id><published>2008-11-21T21:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:09:14.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei ramane calm cand toti din jurul tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isi pierd cumpatul si te considera vinovat pentru aceasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei avea incredere in tine,cand nimeni nu te va crede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si vei fi in stare sa accepti neincrederea celor din jur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa astepti fara sa te oboseasca asteptarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si inconjurat fiind de minciuni nu vei deveni mincinos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca ura semenilor tai nu-ti va trezi ura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si pentru aceasta nu te vei considera prea bun si intelept, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa visezi fara sa te lasi stapanit de vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si vei fi in stare sa-ti stapanesti gandurile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa suporti triumful si esecul in acelasi fel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa suporti denaturarea unui adevar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In scopul de a-l transforma in capcana pentru naivi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa vezi ruinandu-se opera vietii tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si vei avea puterea sa iei totul de le inceput, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca toate realizarile vietii tale vei stii sa le risti pe o singura carte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si pierzand vei stii sa iei totul de la inceput&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fara sa scoti o vorba despre pierderea suferita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca iti vei subordona inima si nervii,puterea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astfel incat ele sa te serveasca neintrerupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si atunci cand nu-ti va mai ramane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Decat dorinta de a continua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca comunicand cu cei de jos nu-ti vei pierde demnitatea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dar mergand alaturi de regi iti vei pastra omenia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca nici dusmanul si nici prietenul nu te vor supara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei tine seama de toti oamenii,dar de nici unul in mod deosebit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daca vei stii sa folosesti minutul neiertator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In toata valoarea celor 60 de secunde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lumea va deveni a ta cu tot ce e in ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pentru ca pot sa visez si sa am incredere in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pentru ca numai eu stiu tot ce mi se intampla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pentru ca nu am incetat niciodata sa il iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Am invatat doar cum sa traiesc fara el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dar..nu mai conteaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Conteaza doar sa fiu eu fericita.Si sa trec peste orice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si de multe ori am promis k ma schimb si nu am reusit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dar o sa.mi treaca,sper,si o sa ma schimb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nu o sa mai fiu fata aia amabila si dragutza de kre profita toata lumea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pt. ca nimeni nu merita,oricat d prieten ti.ar fi..:-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vreau doar sa vina o data vacanta aia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ca sa mai uit asa d toate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-3292436887783059921?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3292436887783059921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3292436887783059921' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3292436887783059921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3292436887783059921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-6198734217222281641</id><published>2008-11-15T13:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:18:41.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Us girsl we are so magical :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Incep sa cred k totul se intoarce impotriva ta.Si trebuie sa o iei de la capat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De miliarde de ori,frate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Si-asa nu pierzi nimic...p draq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Si totusi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"Pentru ca viata e facuta doar pentru a fi fericiti.Noi o complicam.Din dragoste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-6198734217222281641?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6198734217222281641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=6198734217222281641' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6198734217222281641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/6198734217222281641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-864227479811607707</id><published>2008-11-03T21:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:10:34.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 noiembrie</title><content type='html'>am fost in excursieeeee \:D/&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-864227479811607707?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/864227479811607707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=864227479811607707' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/864227479811607707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/864227479811607707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-noiembrie.html' title='1 noiembrie'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-3273469273536125525</id><published>2008-10-26T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:36:26.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Pt.k tot ce imi doresc sunt numai lucruri marunte kre aduc fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;Doar atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;:-&lt;&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/4459936915908760315-3273469273536125525?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3273469273536125525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=3273469273536125525' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3273469273536125525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/3273469273536125525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/pt.html' title=''/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-9089049986078663323</id><published>2008-10-12T11:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:56:59.768+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In jocul asta se joaca dupa regulile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai niciun drept sa faci numai c vrei u.&lt;br /&gt; sau numai cum vrei u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De cate ori vad visele cum se sfarsesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; De atatea ori ma ambitionez sa reusesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am drumul meu si asta nu se va schimba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se aude o voce:Shhh! Speranta moare ultima&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Lasa sabia jos. N-o sa vindeci cu ea o inima rupta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; S-ar putea sa te mire, dar dragostea nu-i o lupta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tot ce incerc sa-ti spun e ca am un raspuns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Astept doar vremea cand o sa ai…o intrebare de pus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love is a fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Burns down all that it sees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Burns down everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Everything you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Burns down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Everything you say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Si?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oare mai au toate vreun rost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-9089049986078663323?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/9089049986078663323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=9089049986078663323' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9089049986078663323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/9089049986078663323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-jocul-asta-se-joaca-dupa-regulile.html' title=''/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-2631316476236199275</id><published>2008-10-05T15:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:11:46.255+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ha. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E 5 octombrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god.:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asa rpd a trecut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si cand ma gandesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Poateeeeeeee mai vroiam vacantza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Adik asta sigur.sigur.sigur.sigur.sigur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dar a fost foarte bine,frate.A fost cea mai tare vacantza ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Am realizat multe,chiar mai multe decat ma asteptam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mi.au lipsit multe,adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DAr..:-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ma gandeam..a trecut app o luna de sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si..nimic nou.Adica la mn da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La altzii poate nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parca e mai greu.si asta pt k sunt yo mai mica decat restul.Ma simt fb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce zi este azi.Ploaie,ploaie,ploaie,toamna,toamna,toamna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiar ca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Multzumesc fanilor kre imi citesc blogul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si tuturor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[:x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2631316476236199275?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2631316476236199275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2631316476236199275' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2631316476236199275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2631316476236199275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/ha.html' title='ha. :)'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-912614451541566379</id><published>2008-09-28T12:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:59:07.265+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gen un ultim post p luna asta.&lt;br /&gt;wai...:-s&lt;br /&gt;octombrie ne bate la usa. :-s&lt;br /&gt;e supeeeeer frig afr.&lt;br /&gt;:-&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-912614451541566379?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/912614451541566379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=912614451541566379' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/912614451541566379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/912614451541566379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/gen-un-ultim-post-p-luna-asta.html' title=''/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-33631179743237471</id><published>2008-09-20T20:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:21:20.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>20.09.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wai c rpd a trecut timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Am inceput si sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A fost o sapt frumoasa.speciala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Asa cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Si incep sa cred multe alte lucruri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:-&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“And isn't this exactly where u'd like me? I'm exactly where u'd like me, u know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pff..ma gandeam sa.mi inchid blogul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pt k nu am timp.Chiar nu am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sc asta imi ocupa 98 % din timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nasol frateeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm..e sambata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Si am dormit o gramada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pana la 13:30. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nici mie nu.mi vine sa cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;:]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sper k d luni sa fie si mai bn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sa realizez mai multe din tot ce mi.am propus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;b.bye^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&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/4459936915908760315-33631179743237471?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/33631179743237471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=33631179743237471' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/33631179743237471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/33631179743237471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/20092008.html' title='20.09.2008'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-8089674664774587402</id><published>2008-09-01T09:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:10:57.492+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 septembrie.</title><content type='html'>Lol,e 1 septembrie.:]&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa vreme e km o zi de toamna.&lt;br /&gt;Si racoare.&lt;br /&gt;Si soare.&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt 15 zile si gata vacantza.&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur k o sa.mi revad unii colegi.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma bucur k sunt din nou q colega mea d bank.[&lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;Ah.sa fie un an d sc bun!&lt;br /&gt;Si mai vedem.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-8089674664774587402?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-1271479059437714828</id><published>2008-08-25T13:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:01:57.847+03:00</updated><title type='text'>am venit.:]</title><content type='html'>ah c bn a fost.:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i feel in love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;:"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-1271479059437714828?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1271479059437714828/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=1271479059437714828' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1271479059437714828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/1271479059437714828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-venit.html' title='am venit.:]'/><author><name>MÏs§→Ťàsh∂▀‹з ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966869765615166266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScsGBg-z3Zs/ShAXEjZEewI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIc1tPdBIn0/S220/Picture+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459936915908760315.post-441567742875524950</id><published>2008-08-13T15:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:35:02.297+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimul post.si plec.8-&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I`ll move to Paris,shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pleccccc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dupa poze,amintiri..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;see ya after 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8-&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/4459936915908760315-441567742875524950?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/441567742875524950/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=441567742875524950' title='1 comentarii'/><link 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type='html'>succes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi.au venit comurile d p hi5 inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau la mare.&lt;br /&gt;8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 zileeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;\:d../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459936915908760315-2671264543091517863?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2671264543091517863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2671264543091517863' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459936915908760315/posts/default/2671264543091517863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah,7 zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;numai pot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;am nevoie urgenta de mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:x&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/4459936915908760315-2585143726039132095?l=fraise-rouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraise-rouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2585143726039132095/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459936915908760315&amp;postID=2585143726039132095' 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