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(nu ale mele)'/><category term='Just me...'/><category term='Copii'/><category term='Foto... frumos :)'/><category term='Alte dulciuri'/><title type='text'>Cami's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Dezleaga-ma, Parinte, de ce-am jurat sa fiu / Si iarta-ma ca-n viata n-am fost decat ce sunt...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1437007719417124510</id><published>2012-01-24T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:47:10.793+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Bunicii sunt partea cea mai vizibila din Dumnezeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A fost o dimineata-n care, odata cu bunica, a coborat din pod si bomba ca cineva ne-a luat toti sacii de faina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am revazut-o pe bunica plangand mocnit, duios, ca o fetita smochinita sub un gheb. Bunicul a lansat in deschidere un "inchinarea mamii lor", si-a inceput sa-si razuiasca spatele de urs de lemnul &amp;nbsp;usii. Ma asteptam sa fie un ritual de incalzire - luptase in razboi cu rusii si mai avea si-o gaura de glont in suncile din spate. Il priveam fix, ca nu cumva sa-l scap cand &amp;nbsp;rupe usa-n doua si fuge dupa hot. Bunicul s-a frecat de usa ca un motanoi, apoi a obosit, pe urma a uitat si s-a pornit alene catre pat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In ring s-a ridicat bunica, care s-a invartit dupa batista cu trei noduri. &amp;nbsp;A luat un ban si-a dat o fuga &amp;nbsp;la "parintili" cu un bilet. Si-un nume. Avea o banuiala despre casa sutului iar, dupa 7 zile, pedeapsa a lovit in grajdul lui: i-a murit vaca! Dosarul "Faina" s-a clasat cand insusi sutul a carat faina inapoi in pod, cu scuze la bunica si cu ruga sa-l lase macar porcu-n pace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asa de frumos si de repede raspundea Dumnezeu batranilor rugatori in copilaria mea. Doi bunici si o maimuta ingenuncheau mereu sub trei icoane, in fata unui verde dulapoi, modelul cu "saltare". Fiecare zi incepea si se sfarsea cu "Tatal nostru" si cu "Imparat ceresc" + trei matanii. Dupa ruga de dimineata, bunicul se spala pana la brau, se imbraca curat si se pierdea in papusoii cei inalti de dupa casa. Il auzeam cum murmura si cum ofta, si daca-s fi avut statura de acum si sufletul de-atunci, poate vedeam cum arata si celalalt batran de taina. Erau vremuri cand Dumnezeu se odihnea pe patul de la geam, si punea umarul la framantat intr-o casuta cat o turta dulce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bunicii mele dragi ii datorez tot ce e bun in mine, la fel cum fetei ei nu-i multumesc pentru ce-a rupt. Daca linistea se aseaza ca o binecuvantare dupa orice incercare, si daca nu iau masa inca la salonul "avocati" este pentru ca batrana m-a crescut cu pace. Si-atat de multa dragoste, incat stiam ca soarele nu rasarea pe cer, ci-n casa ei de lut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pe cat de inumani &amp;nbsp;au &amp;nbsp;fost ai mei, care ma delegau sa pun un nou afis la bloc ca vand si se despart si saptamana asta, despre bunicii mei aflam ca au ceva doar cand bunicul nu venea la masa. Bunica era asa de amarata ca nu-i manca mosneagul, ca nu-i mai trebuia vreo firmitura-n barba. Bunicul meu pleznea de gras, asa ca n-ar fi fost niste clienti pentru o terapie de cuplu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am stiut cat s-au iubit doar cand batranul a ramas la casa lui din deal. Am &amp;nbsp;vazut-o covrigita in caruta, lipita de sicriu, scancind ca vietatea nimanui. Dupa ce ne-am intors acasa, mesele de pomana s-au umplut in curte. Sarmalele alunecau pe gat si tuica in pahare, ca ce-i placea batranului: sa mance si sa bea, nu? &amp;nbsp;Bunica s-a ascuns ca un copil de noi si poate de durerea ei, dupa o soba. Empatica ca-ntotdeauna, fata cea mare si natanga nu s-a lasat pana nu i-a gasit cuibul; a incercat amuzata s-o scoata &amp;nbsp;pe pisichera de baba in mijlocul satului din mijlocul curtii, unde credea ca-i era locul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prima limita la care stiam ca ma termin s-a dovedit elastica in noaptea in care am depasit usa dupa care ma astepta intepenita. Am stat in curte o ora, cu un copac in brate, in zapada, inghetata, refuzand sa o vad moarta. Ma astepta cuminte, ca o vrabiuta de lemn, intr-o cutiuta de brad. In cas' cea mare, unde nu faceam foc decat pentru musafiri si unde mirosea iarna a prajituri de Craciun si racituri. Familia, in frunte cu fata cea mare si natanga, se amuzau in camera cu soba, la caldura. Viii cu viii, mortii cu mortii. Din casuta de martipan plecau mainile noduroase sub care fetita cat o sticla de lapte se facuse om mare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi este dor de ei asa cum imi este dor de Dumnezeu uneori. Dor sa ma ia putin in brate cand picioarele au ispasit prea mult, ori sufletul s-a rupt prea tare. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si iarasi ma intorc la sfantul parinte si la vorbele lui: "radeti unii de altii si dracu' de voi toti!"&lt;i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://smartwoman.hotnews.ro/Bunicii-sunt-partea-cea-mai-vizibila-din-Dumnezeu" target="_blank"&gt;Smart Woman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1437007719417124510?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1437007719417124510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bunicii-sunt-partea-cea-mai-vizibila.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1437007719417124510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1437007719417124510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bunicii-sunt-partea-cea-mai-vizibila.html' title='Bunicii sunt partea cea mai vizibila din Dumnezeu'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7991284688857870448</id><published>2012-01-18T13:12:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:29:19.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Manifestul Holstee (The Holstee Manifesto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zScgIG8JCo/TxaqXLUsCdI/AAAAAAAAAog/L_n7ZJNqS8U/s1600/Manifest-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zScgIG8JCo/TxaqXLUsCdI/AAAAAAAAAog/L_n7ZJNqS8U/s320/Manifest-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698929693637216722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aceasta este viata ta. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traieste-o facand ceea ce iubesti si iubeste des. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live it by doing what you love and fall in love often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daca ceva nu iti place, schimba. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is something that you don’t like, change it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daca nu-ti place locul de munca, demisioneaza. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don’t like your job, quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daca nu ai suficient timp, nu te mai uita la televizor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daca te afli in cautarea iubirii vietii tale, opreste-te; aceasta te va va gasi atunci cand vei incepe sa faci ceea ce iubesti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are searching for the love of your life stop; it will find you when you will start doing what you love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cand mananci, savureaza fiecare inghititura.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While eating, enjoy every bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calatoreste des. Ratacindu-te te vei gasi pe tine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unele oportunitati vin doar o data. Profita de ele. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some opportunities only come once: seize them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deschide-ti mintea, bratele si inima catre oamenii noi. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open your mind, arms and soul to new people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diferentele dintre noi ne unesc. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are united in our differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intreba urmatoarea persoana pe care o vezi care ii sunt pasiunile si impartaseste-ti pasiunile cu ea. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask the next person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring passion with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viata e alcatuita din oamenii pe care ii intalnesti si lucrurile pe care le creati impreuna, deci iesi afara si creeaza. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viata e scurta. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traieste-ti visele si impartaseste-ti pasiunile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live your dreams and share your passions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDmt_t6umoY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks Miha &amp;amp; Lidia! :*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7991284688857870448?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7991284688857870448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/manifestul-holstee-holstee-manifesto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7991284688857870448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7991284688857870448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/manifestul-holstee-holstee-manifesto.html' title='Manifestul Holstee (The Holstee Manifesto)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zScgIG8JCo/TxaqXLUsCdI/AAAAAAAAAog/L_n7ZJNqS8U/s72-c/Manifest-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2256944091427179177</id><published>2012-01-04T09:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:36:49.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Despre admiratie si alti demoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care stiu sa faca (nu sa cumpere) prajituri cu nume frumoase, cum ar fi red velvet cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care exprima frumosul; cei care picteaza pe perne, cei care canta; cei care scriu frumos poezii si povesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care stiu (si pot) sa rada de ei; care nu se iau foarte tare in serios. Cei care au rabdare cu copiii, pentru jumatate de ora sau pentru o viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care pot sa-si dea numarul de telefon unui necunoscut. Care suna in ajun de Craciun. Care nu se supara cand nu li se raspunde si care suna din nou. Oamenii care ofera pur si simplu. Adresa lor, pentru cand ajungi in oras; o omleta, o cafea; inima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care se stiu bucura de bucurii mici si pe care nu-i supara supararile mari. Nu ca nu-i supara; nu-i… amarasc, nu-i blocheaza, nu-i transforma in niste bursuci ursuzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care stiu sa iasa in fata elegant si cu gratie; si oamenii care la fel de gratios si modest stiu si pot sa ramana in spate. Imi plac oamenii care stiu cand e cazul s-o faca pe una si cand pe cealalta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac pana in strafundurile fiintei mele oamenii care nu cred ca drumul lor e singurul bun; cei care nu cred ca totul li se cuvine; oamenii care au curajul sa spuna “am gresit” sau “poate ca nu am avut dreptate” si cei care ii pot lasa pe altii sa traiasca vieti diferite de a lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care stiu ce vor; dar si cei care inca mai cauta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii buni in ceea ce fac. Oamenii aia pe care ii vezi de la o posta; in prezenta carora, cand stai, nu simti cum trece timpul. Imi place ceasul bun care a facut sa-si gaseasca darul ce le-a fost dat si imi place la nebunie, imi place cu patima rabdarea care i-a facut sa exerseze ceas dupa ceas, zi dupa zi, an dupa an pana s-au transformat in magicienii care sunt acum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care nu si-au pierdut curajul de a-si face prieteni noi; pe care viata nu i-a facut aspri (sau, si mai rau, acri); oamenii care cumva au ramas proaspeti, fie ca au 19, 35 sau 67 de ani; cei care indraznesc sa-si poarte sufletul la vedere pe-afara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac barbatii care stiu sa-si ingrijeasca copiii; cei care au grija de femeile lor si cei care nu le iau ca pe ceva de la sine inteles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac femeile care pot sa admire alte femei – cu adevarat, si din inima; si care sunt suficient de sigure pe ele pentru a nu se simti in competitie mereu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac copiii curiosi si senini; cei concentrati pe-o minune din asta mica a lumii (cum ar fi o cochilie de melc) – si cei care au avut cum sa invete sa devina generosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac batranii care spun povesti; a caror viata spune o poveste. Imi plac cei care stiu cum sa-ti dea la o parte suvitele de pe frunte alungand in acelasi timp si cu acelasi gest si grijile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii luminosi. Oamenii calzi. Oamenii care sunt ca o adiere de primavara. Oamenii care se uita la tine si nu prin tine; si cei care, cand se uita, vad cea mai buna versiune a ta. Oamenii care incurajeaza, care te mangaie cu gandul lor bun; oamenii care ajuta. Pe cei care asculta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac oamenii care iubesc. Si mai ales, (stiu ca am mai spus, dar mai ales) imi plac oamenii. (&lt;a href="http://www.irinasubredu.com"&gt;Irina Subredu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2256944091427179177?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2256944091427179177/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/despre-admiratie-si-alti-demoni.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2256944091427179177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2256944091427179177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2012/01/despre-admiratie-si-alti-demoni.html' title='Despre admiratie si alti demoni'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3154161280120083869</id><published>2011-09-17T14:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:55:29.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reclame de tot felul'/><title type='text'>Fluturele si timpul</title><content type='html'>O reclama FOARTE frumoasa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mVxbWrulMbs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://deeati.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andreea&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3154161280120083869?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3154161280120083869/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/fluturele-si-timpul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3154161280120083869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3154161280120083869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/fluturele-si-timpul.html' title='Fluturele si timpul'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mVxbWrulMbs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1280702952297896761</id><published>2011-09-11T15:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:07:47.926+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torturi'/><title type='text'>Tort Egiptean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.haisagatim.ro/2009/03/tort-egiptean.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWw-FjstO4A/TmykPaaWdlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jUtqhEeH6OU/s1600/IMG_27099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWw-FjstO4A/TmykPaaWdlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jUtqhEeH6OU/s320/IMG_27099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651072217137968722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lumea zice ca e cel mai bun (preferatul lui Costel)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1280702952297896761?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1280702952297896761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-egiptean.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1280702952297896761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1280702952297896761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-egiptean.html' title='Tort Egiptean'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWw-FjstO4A/TmykPaaWdlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jUtqhEeH6OU/s72-c/IMG_27099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8312029574133276684</id><published>2011-09-11T14:59:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:03:13.464+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torturi'/><title type='text'>Tort cu lapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.haisagatim.ro/2009/03/tort-cu-lapte.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8CZIn9yuIY/TmyiyDFPKjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3UYaaKFLdnY/s1600/IMG_30466.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8CZIn9yuIY/TmyiyDFPKjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3UYaaKFLdnY/s320/IMG_30466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651070613147560498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicios (preferatul Nadiei)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-8312029574133276684?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8312029574133276684/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-cu-lapte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8312029574133276684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8312029574133276684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-cu-lapte.html' title='Tort cu lapte'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8CZIn9yuIY/TmyiyDFPKjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3UYaaKFLdnY/s72-c/IMG_30466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5194816398321198580</id><published>2011-09-11T13:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:01:43.342+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alte dulciuri'/><title type='text'>Gogosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://oacoac.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/gogosi/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b5Iy5FvSMY/TmyMjQn_YvI/AAAAAAAAAno/6q_eSKx-SgI/s1600/gogosi2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b5Iy5FvSMY/TmyMjQn_YvI/AAAAAAAAAno/6q_eSKx-SgI/s320/gogosi2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651046169829139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana am facut prima data a fost mai greu, ca apoi am facut de nenumarate ori. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5194816398321198580?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5194816398321198580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/gogosi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5194816398321198580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5194816398321198580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/gogosi.html' title='Gogosi'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b5Iy5FvSMY/TmyMjQn_YvI/AAAAAAAAAno/6q_eSKx-SgI/s72-c/gogosi2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7718406172937669430</id><published>2011-09-11T13:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:22:54.116+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarte'/><title type='text'>Tarta cu lamaie si bezea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.haisagatim.ro/2009/12/tarta-cu-lamaie-si-bezea-lemon-meringue.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_lhqhfjepY/TmyLqP6YO5I/AAAAAAAAAng/E_45fXXIfQw/s1600/tarta0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_lhqhfjepY/TmyLqP6YO5I/AAAAAAAAAng/E_45fXXIfQw/s320/tarta0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651045190385286034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este delicioasa. Sotul meu a zis ca e cea mai buna praji care a mancat-o vreodata (asa zice de fiecare data) :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7718406172937669430?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7718406172937669430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tarta-cu-lamaie-si-bezea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7718406172937669430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7718406172937669430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tarta-cu-lamaie-si-bezea.html' title='Tarta cu lamaie si bezea'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_lhqhfjepY/TmyLqP6YO5I/AAAAAAAAAng/E_45fXXIfQw/s72-c/tarta0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5639941426992999157</id><published>2011-09-11T13:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:07:17.417+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garnituri'/><title type='text'>Cartofi cu sos de iaurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.haisagatim.ro/2008/06/salata-de-cartofi-cu-sos-de-iaurt.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woeGZjlYKj0/TmyIFzohQlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r1UF5WTUAZ0/s1600/IMG_6037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woeGZjlYKj0/TmyIFzohQlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r1UF5WTUAZ0/s320/IMG_6037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651041265784013394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yammy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5639941426992999157?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5639941426992999157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartofi-cu-sos-de-iaurt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5639941426992999157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5639941426992999157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartofi-cu-sos-de-iaurt.html' title='Cartofi cu sos de iaurt'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woeGZjlYKj0/TmyIFzohQlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r1UF5WTUAZ0/s72-c/IMG_6037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-793141888899288574</id><published>2011-09-11T13:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:04:48.272+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carne de pasare'/><title type='text'>Pui cu bere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.haisagatim.ro/2009/01/pui-cu-bere.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPF_RUbZ80k/TmyHVUiz-4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CV0QpRpKqa4/s1600/IMG_19455.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPF_RUbZ80k/TmyHVUiz-4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CV0QpRpKqa4/s320/IMG_19455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651040432804854658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicios si ieftin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-793141888899288574?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/793141888899288574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/pui-cu-bere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/793141888899288574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/793141888899288574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/pui-cu-bere.html' title='Pui cu bere'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPF_RUbZ80k/TmyHVUiz-4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CV0QpRpKqa4/s72-c/IMG_19455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6023023350621669853</id><published>2011-09-11T12:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:27:31.207+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheesecake'/><title type='text'>Cheesecake cu sos de zmeura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://gospodini.blogspot.com/2009/07/mini-cheesecake-cu-sos-de-zmeura.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNfRfIIhWTs/TmyGe9ceebI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IdUXZH38Kz0/s1600/cheesecake-cu-zmeura4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNfRfIIhWTs/TmyGe9ceebI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IdUXZH38Kz0/s320/cheesecake-cu-zmeura4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651039498891327922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu nu am avut cum sa fac MINI-cheesecake cu sos de zmeura (pentru ca nu am tava de briose), asa ca am facut in tava de tarta. A iesit delicios, insa cam putin pentru 4 persoane :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6023023350621669853?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6023023350621669853/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheesecake-cu-sos-de-zmeura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6023023350621669853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6023023350621669853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheesecake-cu-sos-de-zmeura.html' title='Cheesecake cu sos de zmeura'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNfRfIIhWTs/TmyGe9ceebI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IdUXZH38Kz0/s72-c/cheesecake-cu-zmeura4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6912681729036568518</id><published>2011-09-11T12:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:58:01.130+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alte dulciuri'/><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://oacoac.wordpress.com/2010/01/21/pencakes/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCPNfoI4onY/TmyEMU5J0QI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RcyPEm1sc0Y/s1600/pancakes.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCPNfoI4onY/TmyEMU5J0QI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RcyPEm1sc0Y/s320/pancakes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651036979744854274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am "executat" si aceasta reteta. Mie mi se par niste clatite clasice, putin mai groase. Nici goale, nici cu miere, nici cu dulceata de capsuni/cirese nu m-au impresionat peste limita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6912681729036568518?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6912681729036568518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/pancakes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6912681729036568518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6912681729036568518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCPNfoI4onY/TmyEMU5J0QI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RcyPEm1sc0Y/s72-c/pancakes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4647040520840746680</id><published>2011-09-11T12:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:44:26.908+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alte dulciuri'/><title type='text'>Bomboane "Bounty"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.gustos.ro/retete-culinare/bounty-1.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWfiWu6uKAM/TmyCbwfduBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/R2JbhvDueKs/s1600/bounty1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWfiWu6uKAM/TmyCbwfduBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/R2JbhvDueKs/s320/bounty1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651035045828081682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca lui Bubu ii place atat de mult ciocoala Bounty, am incercat si asta :). Din pacate nu am ascultat de tanti sa pun doar 100 g zahar si au iesit un pic prea dulci. Si evident, diforme :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4647040520840746680?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4647040520840746680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/bomboane-bounty.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4647040520840746680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4647040520840746680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/bomboane-bounty.html' title='Bomboane &quot;Bounty&quot;'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWfiWu6uKAM/TmyCbwfduBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/R2JbhvDueKs/s72-c/bounty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8273868289958660591</id><published>2011-09-11T12:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:44:03.864+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alte dulciuri'/><title type='text'>Ciocolata de casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.in-familie.ro/ciocolata-de-casa/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INJWUnpltUw/TmyBx9cyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7T_SLRh7_JA/s1600/cioco.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INJWUnpltUw/TmyBx9cyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7T_SLRh7_JA/s320/cioco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651034327751993250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut si mult dorita "ciocolata de casa". Desigur, nu mi-a iesit ca in poza asta (ca n-am avut floare sa pun langa ea :)) ) ci mai moale (un fel de "crema de ciocolata de casa"); in cea maro am pus nuci coapte si stafide iar in cea alba - nuca de cocos. A fost fff buna la gust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-8273868289958660591?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8273868289958660591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/ciocolata-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8273868289958660591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8273868289958660591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/ciocolata-de-casa.html' title='Ciocolata de casa'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INJWUnpltUw/TmyBx9cyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7T_SLRh7_JA/s72-c/cioco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-411114619072461090</id><published>2011-09-11T12:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:36:57.764+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prajituri'/><title type='text'>Amandina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torturilelissei.blogspot.com/2010/11/prajitura-amandina.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiLNEESrZKM/TmyBASA_bII/AAAAAAAAAmo/DgBZBX-R7uc/s1600/amandina.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiLNEESrZKM/TmyBASA_bII/AAAAAAAAAmo/DgBZBX-R7uc/s320/amandina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651033474279107714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieftina si DELICIOASA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-411114619072461090?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/411114619072461090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/amandina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/411114619072461090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/411114619072461090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/amandina.html' title='Amandina'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiLNEESrZKM/TmyBASA_bII/AAAAAAAAAmo/DgBZBX-R7uc/s72-c/amandina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1633688108363656766</id><published>2011-09-11T12:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:08:11.652+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torturi'/><title type='text'>Tort Tiramisu</title><content type='html'>Reteta &lt;a href="http://www.adihadean.ro/2010/12/tiramisu-3/" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3912bHsQao/Tmx9M0-0SCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OjZjgelYOEU/s1600/tiramisu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3912bHsQao/Tmx9M0-0SCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OjZjgelYOEU/s320/tiramisu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tort destul de ieftin (in jur de 30 ron), care se face repejor (aprox.40 min) si este bun si racoros, PERFECT pentru zilele de vara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1633688108363656766?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1633688108363656766/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-tiramisu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1633688108363656766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1633688108363656766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-tiramisu.html' title='Tort Tiramisu'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3912bHsQao/Tmx9M0-0SCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OjZjgelYOEU/s72-c/tiramisu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6338161254668823336</id><published>2011-09-11T12:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:08:23.220+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torturi'/><title type='text'>Tort Dobos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reteta &lt;a href="http://www.petitchef.ro/retete/tort-dobos-fid-1089362" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;​ !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1136964085"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKxiJsbfTcM/Tmx6dO9HZdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Mv6wbDF66M/s1600/dobos.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A castigat la categoriile: "cel mai delicios", "cel mai cremos", "cel mai grozav", "cel mai... cel"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Costa intre 30 si 40 de ron, dureaza cam 2 h preparerea lui...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E preferatul meu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #585858; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;, ce sa mai discutam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6338161254668823336?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6338161254668823336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-dobos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6338161254668823336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6338161254668823336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tort-dobos.html' title='Tort Dobos'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKxiJsbfTcM/Tmx6dO9HZdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Mv6wbDF66M/s72-c/dobos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2593856128781188483</id><published>2011-09-10T07:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T07:50:56.954+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>Ultima alaptare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvWE45uBU3A/TmrsRXkCBfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fi2tLmZUAQ4/s1600/pregatire-alaptare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvWE45uBU3A/TmrsRXkCBfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fi2tLmZUAQ4/s200/pregatire-alaptare.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joi, 8 septembrie 2011, minunea mea (Vladut) a papat lapte de la titi pentru ultima oara (la varsta de 1 an, 5 luni, 3 saptamani si o zi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca mi-a dat un copil si ca m-a invrednicit sa-l alaptez atata timp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2593856128781188483?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2593856128781188483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/ultima-alaptare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2593856128781188483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2593856128781188483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/09/ultima-alaptare.html' title='Ultima alaptare'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvWE45uBU3A/TmrsRXkCBfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fi2tLmZUAQ4/s72-c/pregatire-alaptare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Iaşi, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>47.1569444 27.5902778</georss:point><georss:box>46.9844174 27.274420799999998 47.3294714 27.9061348</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-9056648992519864079</id><published>2011-07-30T13:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:39:14.426+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reclame de tot felul'/><title type='text'>Silence of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nBobmn_u98w?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-9056648992519864079?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/9056648992519864079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/07/silence-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9056648992519864079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9056648992519864079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/07/silence-of-love.html' title='Silence of Love'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nBobmn_u98w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4835438939456135100</id><published>2011-07-21T07:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:09:50.081+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Jorge Luis Borges - Cu timpul inveti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si asa, omul incepe sa invete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ca saruturile nu sunt contracte si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si cu ochii larg deschisi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile bazate in “astazi” si “acum”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pentru ca terenul lui "maine" este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;care se opresc, insa, la jumatate drumului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca, daca e prea multa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui arde si calcineaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Astfel incat incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si-si impodobeste propriul suflet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-i aduca flori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si invata ca, intr-adevar, poate suporta. Ca intr-adevar are forta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ca intr-adevar este valoros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si omul invata si invata ... si cu fiecare zi, invata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;inseamna ca, mai devreme sau mai tarziu, vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, intelegi ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fara a pretinde sa te schimbe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, iti dai seama ca, daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in mod inexorabil, vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, ajungi sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mai devreme sau mai tarziu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pot continua tot restul vietii sa-i faca rau celui ranit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e foarte probabil ca niciodata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, iti dai seama ca, desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;intr-o buna zi, vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, iti dai seama ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nu se va mai repeta niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, iti dai seama ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mai devreme sau mai tarziu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, inveti ca, grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;asta va determina ca, in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, iti dai seama ca, in realitate, cel mai bine nu era “viitorul”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact atunci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, vei vedea ca, desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu timpul, vei invata ca, incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dinaintea unui mormant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dar din pacate, se invata doar cu timpul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Thanks Cristina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4835438939456135100?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4835438939456135100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/07/jorge-luis-borges-cu-timpul-inveti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4835438939456135100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4835438939456135100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/07/jorge-luis-borges-cu-timpul-inveti.html' title='Jorge Luis Borges - Cu timpul inveti...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8736633496893684071</id><published>2011-06-05T21:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:06:24.825+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reclame de tot felul'/><title type='text'>Televiziunea distruge relatiile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="450" height="367" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hJBmYSHjHnY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-8736633496893684071?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8736633496893684071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/06/televiziunea-distruge-relatiile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8736633496893684071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8736633496893684071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/06/televiziunea-distruge-relatiile.html' title='Televiziunea distruge relatiile...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hJBmYSHjHnY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5723887798599887371</id><published>2011-06-01T14:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:35:41.776+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>STOP AVORTULUI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buna. Ma numesc...adica inca nu ma numesc, sunt prea micut, am abia 2 saptamani de viata. Si mamica mea e micuta, inca merge la scoala. Astazi si-a dat seama ca sunt in pantecele ei. Nu stie inca, ca sunt un baietel sper sa ma cheme Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azi ia spus lui tati si s'au certat..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Mama nu plange eu te iubesc! Ce frumos a fost asta noapte mamica sa aud cuvintele tale dulci.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acum vorbesti cu bunica... Nu plange... Gandeste-te.. Cand ma vei naste am sa te fac sa zambesti mami! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dar ceva nu merge bine, iar eu am inteles totul mama.. Am inteles ca nu v'oi deveni niciodata un copilas.. Ca nu ma vei invata niciodata sa merg.. Ca nu vei fi fericita vazandu'ma razand.. Nu fi disperata...Nu-ti fie frica..E doar o intepatura de ac pentru mine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M-a intepat acum, si uite plang Nu stiu dc mami dar plang Plang pentru ca nu o sa te cunosc niciodata mama Dar e bine si asa.. Sper ca acolo sus sa fie un rai ...da .. un rai.. Pentru noi mama ..copii niciodata nascuti!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;STOP AVORTULUI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5723887798599887371?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5723887798599887371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-avortului.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5723887798599887371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5723887798599887371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-avortului.html' title='STOP AVORTULUI!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7918233905057423203</id><published>2011-04-27T21:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:54:27.222+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Rugaciune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YplhNKT-Rc/TbhmMKc4DfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6IAhCFOMj9g/s1600/rugaciune.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YplhNKT-Rc/TbhmMKc4DfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6IAhCFOMj9g/s320/rugaciune.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600338495785143794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Doamne,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ajută-mă să le pot spune celor puternici adevărul în faţă.&lt;br /&gt;Să nu mint doar pentru a câştiga aplauzele celor slabi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dacă-mi dai noroc, nu-mi lua fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă-mi dai putere, nu-mi lua raţiunea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dacă-mi dai succes, nu mă lipsi de umilinţă.&lt;br /&gt;Iar dacă-mi dai umilinţă, nu-mi lua demnitatea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ajută-mă ca întotdeauna să văd şi reversul medaliei&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu mă lăsa să-i învinovăţesc pe ceilalţi, pentru că nu gândesc ca mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Învaţă-mă să iubesc oamenii ca pe mine însumi.&lt;br /&gt;Învaţă-mă să mă judec ca pe restul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Nu mă lăsa să alunec în orgoliu&lt;br /&gt;şi nici în disperare sau eşec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mai bine aminteşte-mi că eşecul&lt;br /&gt;este experienţa care precede triumful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Învaţă-mă ca, în ciuda suferinţei, să merg înainte.&lt;br /&gt;Învaţă-mă ca, în ciuda decepţiilor, să nu-mi pierd încrederea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Învaţă-mă că a ierta este cel mai important lucru pentru cel puternic&lt;br /&gt;şi că răzbunarea este semnalul primitiv al celui slab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dacă îmi iei norocul, lasă-mi speranţa.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă îmi iei succesul, lasă-mi puterea de a trece peste eşec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dacă eu greşesc cuiva, dă-mi curaj să-mi cer iertare.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă cineva-mi greşeşte, dă-mi curaj să-l iert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Doamne, dacă eu uit de Tine&lt;br /&gt;Tu să nu uiţi de mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Vino in inima mea,&lt;br /&gt;Binecuvântează-mi familia&lt;br /&gt;şi pe toţi cei pe care-i iubesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7918233905057423203?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7918233905057423203/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/rugaciune.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7918233905057423203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7918233905057423203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/rugaciune.html' title='Rugaciune'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YplhNKT-Rc/TbhmMKc4DfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6IAhCFOMj9g/s72-c/rugaciune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1504312236838227067</id><published>2011-04-21T13:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:21:26.767+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Daca ar fi sa iau din nou viata de la capat…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… nu as mai pleca de acasa la 15 ani, asa cum am facut-o. S-a intamplat pentru ca voiam sa evadez dintr-un oras mititel, care ma sufoca, pentru ca-mi doream sa merg la un liceu in alt oras, unde sa nu ma intalnesc cu aceiasi copii care mi-au fost colegi si la gradinita, si la scoala primara, si la cea gimnaziala. Nici un copil nu ar trebui sa zboare atat de devreme de langa ai lui. O viata oarecum pe cont propriu, inceputa la o varsta atat de frageda, il face mai dur, mai insensibil, mai agresiv chiar. E drept, poate se maturizeaza mai devreme, e mai usor adaptabil, dar, in fond, de ce ar avea nevoie de toate astea? Si mai ales, cu ce pret? De la varsta de 15 ani, cand mi-am pus traista in bat, nu m-am mai oprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… &lt;b&gt;nu as mai acorda atat de mult credit unor oameni pe care i-am numit, prea usor, prieteni. &lt;/b&gt;Imi plac povestile despre prieteniile de-o viata, greu incercate de ”n” tentatii, dar care au rezistat in timp. N-am avut, nu am si nu cred ca voi avea o astfel de prietena. Si totusi… simt ca as fi fost un prieten de nadejde pentru prietena mea, oricare ar fi fost ea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… as face pe dracu’ in patru ca sa ajung marinar. Asa cum am si vrut, de altfel, cand am terminat liceul. Se pare ca sufar de o boala congenitala, netratabila: dorul de duca. Acum, visez la vremea cand, pensionari fiind, vom avea ”vaporul” nostru: o ambarcatiune care sa ne duca acolo unde nici cu gandul nu gandeam, cand eram tineri. Si sa ne oprim pe tarmuri pustii, care sa poarte doar urmele pasilor nostri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… as invata limba engleza la fel de bine ca limba romana. Sa stiu comunica, exprima, reda tot ce simt, intr-o alta limba decat limba materna. M-am lovit de chinul lipsei de comunicare, si va spun cu mana pe inima ca e ca si cum ai fi grav bolnav. Ca si cum ai avea un handicap. De fapt, am invatat ca a vorbi fluent orice alta limba, e un avantaj. Si avantajele pe care le ai de partea ta iti deschid usi, de multe ori nebanuite. Si una e sa poti intra pe usa, si cu totul altceva sa stai neputincios in fata ei, asteptand sa se deschida. Candva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… mi-as trai perioadele de maternitate altfel. Le-as spune lui Andrei, Vladimir si Razvan, &lt;b&gt;mai multe povesti, le-as canta mai mult, le-as spune mai des cat de mult ii iubesc. Mai tarziu, le-as face mai multe fotografii, in mai multe ipostaze, ca sa surprind clipa: clipa cand plangeau, clipa cand radeau, clipa cand se infuriau, clipa cand se mirau, minunau, strambau, cu ochisorii lor exprimand sentimente, reactii si alintaturi de copii.&lt;/b&gt; Prea ocupata, aglomerata si stresata, am sarit peste etape din viata lor, din care nu am nici o poza, parca nu am nici amintiri, nimic. As umple goluri, as colora spatii terne si as popula tinuturi pustii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…&lt;b&gt; as petrece mai mult timp cu mama. M-as face mica in poala ei, si nu as mai pleca de-acolo. Ca sa nu am motive s-o supar, s-o intristez, s-o fac sa planga. Si daca totusi m-ar lasa sa plec, intr-o buna zi, as invata sa fiu mai toleranta, mai putin capoasa, as invata sa fiu mai buna si mai blanda cu ea. As lua-o asa cum e, cu pacatele, bunele si relele ei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… &lt;b&gt;as petrece mai mult timp cu sotul meu.&lt;/b&gt; De multe ori singur, odinioara, pentru ca eu eram la un congres, intr-o deplasare, la o sedinta. As face lucruri impreuna cu el, as rade mai mult, l-as incuraja mai mult, l-as lasa sa se odihneasca mai mult. L-as tine mai mult de mana, l-as imbratisa mai des… pe el, care nu m-a abandonat niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… as face restul lucrurilor asa cum le-am facut, pentru ca o viata plina de prea multe regrete, himere si alti cai verzi pe pereti e o viata irosita. Daca ar fi sa iau din nou viata de la capat, nu as schimba-o, mi-as face-o doar mai buna. Mie si celor din jurul meu. &lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blogulucimpoca.ro/"&gt;Blogu' lu' Cimpoca&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1504312236838227067?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1504312236838227067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/daca-ar-fi-sa-iau-din-nou-viata-de-la.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1504312236838227067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1504312236838227067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/daca-ar-fi-sa-iau-din-nou-viata-de-la.html' title='Daca ar fi sa iau din nou viata de la capat…'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1516807500161374325</id><published>2011-04-11T14:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:09:29.335+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>La nasterea Oanei (poezie de Amza Pellea)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Te-ai intrupat din stele, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;din pulbere, din vint, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;din gindurile mele, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;din apa, din pamint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si din iubirea noastra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clocotitoare, vie ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai inflorit, albastra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gingasa bucurie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aluneci ca o raza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de soare jucaus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esti apa dintr-o raza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esti pumnul meu, caus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;din care, insetat, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorb viata-adevarata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si bucurie multa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si lacrima curata, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si muntele, si-oceanul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si cerul instelat ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prin tine-ntind o mina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spre-nalt, spre infinit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar tu te legi prin mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de cei care-au murit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prin tine devin vesnic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si capat sens si tel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prin tine sunt puternic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sint piatra, sint otel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si, datorita tie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fetita mea cea mica, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de-acuma lui taticu' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de moarte nu-i e frica! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;La noi, tata nu e Amza (poezia merge si cu "mamica" la final) iar bebelusul nu e fetita, in rest se potriveste manusa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1516807500161374325?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1516807500161374325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-nasterea-oanei-poezie-de-amza-pellea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1516807500161374325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1516807500161374325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-nasterea-oanei-poezie-de-amza-pellea.html' title='La nasterea Oanei (poezie de Amza Pellea)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5794360871795463176</id><published>2011-04-01T00:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:34:37.198+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><title type='text'>Pretul unei ore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un barbat a venit de la munca tarziu, obosit si nervos, gasindu-si baietelul de 5 ani asteptand la usa nerabdator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tati, pot sa te intreb ceva? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Da sigur, despre ce e vorba? a raspuns tatal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tati, cati bani castigi pe ora? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hei, dar asta nu e treaba ta. De ce ma intrebi astfel de lucruri? spuse omul nervos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Doar vreau sa stiu...Te rog spune-mi, cat castigi pe ora? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Daca trebuie sa stii ...castig 50$ pe ora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ah, a raspuns micutul trist, cu capul plecat. Tati, imi imprumuti te rog 25$? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatal s-a infuriat: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Daca singurul motiv pentru care m-ai intrebat asta este ca sa imi ceri niste bani sa iti cumperi o jucarie prosteasca sau alte prostii, atunci du-te direct in camera ta la culcare. Gandeste-te de ce esti asa egoist. Nu lucrez din greu in fiecare zi pentru asa copilarii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micutul a mers in liniste in camera si a inchis usa . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omul s-a enervat si mai tare pe intrebarile baiatului. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cum a putut sa puna asa intrebari doar pentru a cere niste bani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa o ora, tatal s-a calmat si a inceput sa gandeasca: "Poate chiar era ceva de care chiar avea nevoie sa cumpere cu 25$ si chiar nu mi-a cerut bani des". S-a dus la usa baiatului si a deschis-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dormi? Dormi? a intrebat.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nu tati, sunt treaz, a raspuns baiatul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- M-am gandit, poate am fost prea dur mai devreme, spuse tatal. A fost o zi lunga si m-am descarcat pe tine. Uite aici ai 25$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Micutul a sarit, zambind. Multumesc tati, a strigat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa aceea a scos un pumn de bani. Omul a vazut ca baiatul avea deja bani si s-a enervat din nou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micutul si-a numarat incet banii si s-a uitat catre tatal sau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- De ce vrei mai multi bani daca deja ai? a spus tatal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pentru ca nu am avut destul, dar acum am, a replicat baiatul. Tati, am 50$. Pot sa cumpar o ora cu tine ???? Te rog sa vii mai repede acasa maine . Vreau sa mananc cu tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatal a fost distrus de durere. Si-a luat baiatul in brate si l-a implorat sa il ierte.&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/4188433381219108-5794360871795463176?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5794360871795463176/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretul-unei-ore.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5794360871795463176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5794360871795463176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretul-unei-ore.html' title='Pretul unei ore'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2713828531427395581</id><published>2011-03-17T07:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:48:48.048+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>La Multi Ani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A trecut 1 an... 1 an de cele mai grele, cele mai nedormite si mai intepenite nopti, dar si de cele mai luminoase dimineti, in care soarele a rasarit fara exceptie, chiar fara a fi pe cer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cel dintai an. Poate cel mai frumos. Pe care, din pacate, el nu si-l va putea aminti, asa ca intra in obligatia noastra de parinti buni sa consemnam in carti si in inimi, ca sa-i povestim mai tarziu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vladut fericirea mea de fiecare zi, e bucuria mea de fiecare seara. E frumos, e simpatic, e cuminte, e istet, dar mai ales e sensibil si alintat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iar azi, in ziua in care a implinit un an, mi-e dor de Vladut abia nascut, de bebelusul firav si nedezmeticit din somnul amniotic, pe care l-am primit ca dar al unei mari iubiri, dupa lupte crancene si sperante aproape pierdute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iubirea mea... sa ai viata lunga, frumoasa si plina de noroc! Sa ai parte de prieteni adevarati si sa se adune in jurul tau numai oameni de calitate! Sa ai vise, bucurii si dorinte implinite! Sa nu ai parte de incercari grele, decat in masura in care te vor ajuta sa devii un om mai bun! Si niciodata sa nu uiti sa te ai pe tine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te iubesc comoara mea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2713828531427395581?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2713828531427395581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-multi-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2713828531427395581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2713828531427395581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-multi-ani.html' title='La Multi Ani!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3358985411608656338</id><published>2011-03-08T19:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:46:57.424+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>De ce imi plac mamicile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pentru:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care stiu sa incaseze, de-a lungul timpului, cu zimbetul pe buze sau nu, de la educatori, invatatori, diriginti, observatii care cresc in intensitate, de la "cam zburdalnic copilul dvs.", pana la "brinza buna in burduf de caine";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care isi noteaza poeziile de la avizierul gradinitei: in picioare, in agenda, printre sarcinile de serviciu, cu umerii cocosati de genti si laptopuri, cu un ochi la cel mic care nu reuseste sa-si puna cizmele, concentrati, constiinciosi, atenti sa nu piarda nici un cuvint, precum fac cercetatorii de la NASA cand analizeaza date esentiale pentru omenire;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care se bucura de prima silaba, prima propozitie, primul pas, prima poezie, prima teza cu nota mare, prima iubire din viata copilului lor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care zimbesc intelegator altor parinti, jenati de comportamentul urmasului, in parc, bucurosi ca al lor nu i-a pus (inca) in aceeasi situatie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● perseverenta, probata pe ani intregi, cu care asaza pe masa celui mic fructe si legume, fixeaza ore stricte de calculator si televizor, corecteaza scrisul ilizibil al acestuia, in ciuda micilor esecuri de fiecare zi;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care se lasa coplesiti de tentativele de seductie ale celui mic: o poveste in plus inainte de culcare, o pagina in minus de invatat la istorie, inca zece minute "si gata!", la desene animate etc.; in promisiunile si visurile pe care si le fac atunci cand afla ca vor fi parinti;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care inteleg, in timp, sa-si schimbe (unele dintre) promisiunile si visurile mai sus amintite;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care isi invata copiii sa daruiasca din jucariile si bomboanele lor, in ciuda unei rezistente zgomotoase;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care vorbesc la telefon cu cel mic, in timpul unei sedinte sau al unei intilniri pregatite cu luni inainte;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care se bucura cand aud "ce copil frumos, destept, descurcaret, cuminte, bine-crescut aveti!", sau "ce mult seamana cu dvs.!";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● felul in care trec peste dezamagiri, planuri incurcate sau intirziate, proiecte aminate pentru ca cel mic nu e asa de talentat la pictura, e mult prea sensibil la frig, nu i-a priit sendvisul mancat de dimineata, nu-i place meseria de doctor, ci cea de invatator, sau tine racheta de tenis ca pe o matura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● au gentile pline, cand pornesc la drum cu cel mic, de servetele, batiste, gel dezinfectant, sticle de apa, fructe, pastile, tricouri de schimb;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● stiu, in fiecare an, in fiecare zi, exact, dar foarte exact, ce cadou isi doresc copiii lor de la Mos Craciun, iepuras, matusi, bunici, colegi etc.;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● stiu mai bine decit orice doctor cu ce se rezolva o temperatura mai mare de 37 de grade, un stranut dupa o ora de joaca in parc, o insomnie data de cosmaruri cu balauri si monstri vazuti peste zi la televizor sau in cartile de povesti;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● nu stiu sa-si trateze propriile insomnii date de viitorul copiilor lor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● citesc povesti, invata poezii si cintece pentru serbarea de Craciun, merg in parc, la circ sau la spectacole cu marionete, se joaca cu masinute sau papusi, pregatesc pachete cu mincare, calca, spala, repara masinute sau papusi, cu aceeasi seriozitate si simt al datoriei cu care isi verifica agenda de lucru de a doua zi sau isi prezinta proiecte la serviciu si tin conferinte;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● au emotii la sedintele cu parintii;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● isi rasfata copiii contrar tuturor sfaturilor primite de la psihologi, sau celor citite cu sentimente de vinovatie de pe site-urile de educatie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;● fac eforturi nemasurate sa-si iubeasca copiii asa cum sint si nu cum ar vrea sa fie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Join the club!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3358985411608656338?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3358985411608656338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-ce-imi-plac-mamicile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3358985411608656338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3358985411608656338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-ce-imi-plac-mamicile.html' title='De ce imi plac mamicile'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3073526144923006072</id><published>2011-02-09T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:49:30.634+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Ma enerveaza sotul meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma enerveaza sotul meu cand ma cicaleste. Despre aia, despre ailalta. Spun drept, cateodata nici nu-l mai aud. Ma scoate din minti de fiecare data pentru ca, dupa ce foloseste sticla de ulei, nu-i pune niciodata dopul. I-am cerut de mii de ori s-o faca, parca vorbesc la pereti. Mereu, aceeasi poveste. Daca se intampla vreun accident, adica, din greseala, versi sticla, dureaza infinit mai mult sa cureti totul, decat jumatatea aia de secunda cat ti-ar lua s-o astupi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma enerveaza sotul meu pentru ca, de fiecare data cand face focul, infunda semineul: un strat de carbuni, un strat de lemne, un strat de carbuni… Carbunii mai pocnesc din cand in cand, si din ei sar bucatele mici, incandescente, care, daca n-ar fi gratarul de protectie, ar aprinde intr-un minut ceva aflat prin apropiere. In ciuda avertizarilor mele, de “mai, tu ai sa dai foc la casa intr-o zi!”, el nu si nu- continua sa aprinda (si sa intretina) focul in stilu-i caracteristic, sustinand ca, la urma urmei, casa este asigurata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cateodata, ma enerveaza partenerul meu pentru ca, daca vrea sa rezolve o problema, vrea sa o rezolve atunci, in secunda in care i s-a urcat la cap solutia. Eventual, problema intamplata azi trebuia rezolvata ieri. Asa se intampla si cu ideile care-i vin, le vrea puse in aplicare ACUM. De aia am luat, de multe ori, hotarari pripite, carora n-am mai putut ulterior sa le schimbam cursul. Nu au fost decizii de viata si de moarte, dar ne-au influentat, intr-un fel sau altul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma deranjeaza si pentru ca, daca pierde, pierde cu seninatate (bani, obiecte, documente etc). El spune ca banii se vor intoarce inapoi, auzi tu, inzecit. Eu, care sunt mai scartara, ma supar, comentez, nu pot sa dorm noaptea, imi aduc aminte despre asta si a doua zi, eventual si peste doua saptamani. El, nu si nu, sustine ca daca a pierdut, Dumnezeu ii da mai mult. Aaaa, nu mai spun ca, daca a inceput o treaba, nu conteaza cat de grea sau de durata este sarcina, o vrea rezolvata, ati ghicit, azi. Cel tarziu maine! Nu conteaza cat efort depune, cat cara, cat alearga, cat transpira, cat il dor toate ‘celea dupa- asta trebuie rezolvata cat mai urgent. Automat, toti cei care nu merg, alearga, transpira, obosesc in ritmul lui sunt puturosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand ceva nu-i convine, fie ca vine din partea mea, fie din partea “tertilor”, nu ma (ii) iarta cu una cu doua. Mi (ni) le tranteste de la obraz, diplomatia nefiind una dintre calitatile lui. Sustine ca astfel omul este ocolit de pacatul de-a mai gresi in acelasi loc, a doua oara, pentru ca “doar prostii persista in greseala”. Ma enerveaza cand, daca el insusi greseste, se rezuma doar la a spune “asta-i viata”. Cu toate acestea, tintesc spre o satisfactie suprema cand aud cuvintele astea, sunt cele care il dau de gol. Stie ca a gresit, dar n-o va spune niciodata cu gura plina. Si mai stie ca eu stiu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma scoate din minti cand, la cumparaturi fiind (de haine, spre exemplu), incearca sa ma “ajute”, aducandu-mi de pe rafturile ori umerasele prin preajma carora nu am ajuns inca, lucruri pe care le-a ales el, dupa gustul si preferintele lui. Rar s-a intamplat sa-mi placa ceva din maldarele selectate de el, cateodata o fac doar ca sa-i dau satisfactie. De fapt, el insusi face asta nu ca sa ma ajute, ci doar ca sa scurteze vizita in magazin. Astfel, a omorat in mine orice idee de “gura casca” pe la shopping, orice intentie de a admira ceva in voie si orice dorinta de a cerceta mai amanuntit un lucru, pe care o are orice femeie normala din cand in cand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ar mai fi, desigur, multe de spus, lista nu-i nici pe departe exhaustiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cu toate acestea… cu toate astea, el m-a impins de la spate atunci cand n-am mai putut inainta, el a fost umarul pe care am plans cand nu am mai rezistat, el mi-a aratat ca poti face ziua mai lunga, in favoarea ta, ca te poti ridica si atunci cand crezi ca ai ramas sleit de ultima ramasita de vigoare, ca te poti adapta oricarei situatii, daca e nevoie sa supravietuiesti, ca merita, cateodata, sa te arunci cu capul inainte, ca e bine sa fii indraznet, chiar dincolo de limite, ca e bine sa fii pregatit pentru orice dar ca e excelent sa anticipezi, cat mai mult cu putinta, ce poate urma… El mi-a demonstrat ca e in stare sa moara pentru mine, daca e nevoie, sa se umileasca, daca asa ma poate ajuta, sa se tarasca, daca asta ma salveaza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si… mai nimic din ceea ce face el nu ma enerveaza. Totul a fost doar un exercitiu de imaginatie. Sper ca mi-a iesit… &lt;i&gt;(Gabriela Cimpoca - Hotnews)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3073526144923006072?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3073526144923006072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/02/ma-enerveaza-sotul-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3073526144923006072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3073526144923006072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/02/ma-enerveaza-sotul-meu.html' title='Ma enerveaza sotul meu...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7837243154757529372</id><published>2011-02-03T22:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:44:29.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Dar si emotie...</title><content type='html'>Multumesc Lidia! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTfpnL8II/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ch4526QHGnQ/s320/alice1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566798640836738" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTf7iykXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xk9zQVFw3FY/s1600/Tango%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTf7iykXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xk9zQVFw3FY/s320/Tango%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566803454234994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTeyMqgKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TS_Dx8icaLY/s320/Tango%2B002.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566783765643426" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTfblnJMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/e-t_GBiCmGg/s1600/Tango%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTfblnJMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/e-t_GBiCmGg/s320/Tango%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566794876134594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7837243154757529372?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7837243154757529372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/02/dar-si-emotie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7837243154757529372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7837243154757529372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/02/dar-si-emotie.html' title='Dar si emotie...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TUsTfpnL8II/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ch4526QHGnQ/s72-c/alice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8167270150585920359</id><published>2011-01-29T10:20:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:45:35.165+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>O noua iubire in familia noastra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asta noapte, 29.01.2011, s-a nascut nepotica noastra, Alexia (si / sau / cu / fara Ioana - nu stim numele exact). La nastere a avut 3,450 kg si este sanatoasa tun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In aceasta zi, Vladut are 10 luni, o saptamana si 5 zile, iar Antonia are 1 an, 7 luni si o saptamana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ii dorim Alexiei noastre o viata frumoasa, cu multa sanatate, noroc si fericire din plin! Sa aduci numai bucurii si mandrie parintilor tai!! :*:*:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-8167270150585920359?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8167270150585920359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-noua-iubire-in-familia-noastra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8167270150585920359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8167270150585920359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-noua-iubire-in-familia-noastra.html' title='O noua iubire in familia noastra!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1348592824983993303</id><published>2011-01-22T11:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:17:00.247+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Cine ne sunt prietenii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...innobilez cu titlul de prieteni pe oamenii in fata carora nu am fost nevoita sa mint si care nu mi-au dat senzatia ca mi-ar spune doar cate o jumatate din ceea ce doream sa aud de la ei. Pe cei care au avut si puterea sa ma ierte, dar si sa ma judece, aducandu-mi argumente menite sa ma faca sa inteleg unde am gresit. Pe oamenii care mi-au ingaduit sa fiu cine sunt si m-au iubit si m-au apreciat asa cum sunt. Recunostinta mea intoarsa asupra lor s-a preschimbat in loialitate, in dragoste, in devotament. Lor le-am fost si le sunt, la randu-mi, prietena credincioasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I-am numit prieteni pe cei care nu m-au lasat sa le cersesc ajutorul, ci mi l-au oferit ei, cu graba, ferindu-se sa ma lase sa astept, fie si o singura clipa, cu mana intinsa. Lor le-am daruit si eu sprijinul meu, fara sa astept sa mi-l ceara ca pe o favoare, ci, dimpotriva, multumindu-le ca mi-au dat sansa sa le fiu alaturi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I-am numit prieteni pe cei care m-au inaltat si m-au ajutat sa cresc, pe cei care mi-au dat incredere in mine, vindecandu-ma de timiditatile, de ezitarile, de slabiciunile mele. Lor le-am intins si eu mana mea ca sa ii trag dupa mine atunci cand pareau sa se fi impotmolit, lor le-am daruit sufletul meu si bucuria intalnirii noastre. &lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.coffeechat.ro/2011/01/cine-ne-sunt-prietenii/"&gt;Alice Nastase Buciuta - Cine ne sunt prietenii&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1348592824983993303?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1348592824983993303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/cine-ne-sunt-prietenii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1348592824983993303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1348592824983993303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/cine-ne-sunt-prietenii.html' title='Cine ne sunt prietenii'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5288987939086266386</id><published>2011-01-22T00:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:46:05.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre parinti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manutele mele sunt inca mici, de aceea nu te astepta la perfectiune cand fac patul, cand pictez sau cand arunc mingea. Treaba pe care am facut-o eu, te rog sa nu o faci inca o data. Voi simti ca nu am facut fata asteptarilor tale. Încearca sa iei partea buna din tot ceea ce fac; bucura-te ca m-am chinuit sa ma leg singur la pantofiori, chiar daca n-a iesit decat un nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Piciorutele mele sunt inca mici, te rog frumos nu face pasi mari, ca sa pot tine si eu pasul cu tine. Nu uita ca sunt la inceput de drum. Ai rabdare cu mine. Voi invata totul, dar treptat-treptat. Nu ma grabi, nu ma condamna si nu te necaji cu mine! Lumea aceasta are atatea mistere pentru mine, iar tu trebuie sa-mi fii invatator pe drumul vietii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ochii mei sunt inca mici, nu au vazut lumea asa cum ai vazut-o tu. Te rog, lasa-ma sa aflu totul, fara sa ma pedepsesti pentru curiozitatea mea. Si nu ma limita inutil! Nu te enerva cand intreb prea mult, prea des si cateodata acelasi lucru. Eu nu cunosc lumea din jurul meu si nici nu am pe altcineva in afara de tine sa intreb. Fa-ti, te rog, timp si pentru mine, explicandu-mi ce stii despre lumea aceasta frumoasa si fa aceasta bucuros si plin de dragoste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu te teme sa-mi fixezi limite si reguli. Sigur le voi respecta daca esti consecvent in aplicarea lor. Insa daca astazi spui una si maine alta, sigur voi deveni confuz si nu voi mai sti ce este interzis si ce nu. Nu ma compara mereu cu fratii mei, cu colegii mei sau cu oricine altcineva. Sunt unic si niciodata nu voi fi la fel ca altii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigur am si eu ceva special, fa-ti doar putin timp si vei vedea si partile mele bune. Eu nu voi fi pentru multa vreme copil, lasa-ma sa-mi traiesc copilaria si sa ma bucur de ea. Nu imi incarca programul cu tot felul de lucruri care nu sunt pentru varsta mea. Acum lasa-ma doar sa ma joc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sufletul meu este foarte sensibil, sentimentele mele sunt inca foarte gingase. Nu ma face mai mic decat sunt! Fii intelegator la greselile mele si la stangaciile pe care le fac mereu. Daca ma critici constant voi deveni stingher si lipsit de incredere in fortele proprii. Gandeste-te: poti sa-mi critici faptele, fara sa ma critici ca persoana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respecta-mi drepturile de copil si demnitatea. Nu ma umili si nici nu folosi violenta verbala sau fizica cu mine. Din asta voi invata numai sa ma ascund de tine, sa mint si sa-mi fie frica. La un comportament pozitiv intotdeauna voi raspunde pozitiv, deci incearca sa fii blând, iubitor si intelegator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastreaza-mi sufletul curat! Nu ma lasa sa vad si sa invat lucruri rele. Tu esti modelul meu. Nu ma minti, caci o sa cred ca minciuna este singura cale in viata; nu folosi forta, caci o sa cred ca forta este ceva normal in relatiile cu ceilalti; nu ma critica, caci astfel voi invata sa judec; nu ma respinge, caci voi crede ca nu ma doresti si as putea incepe sa te urasc pentru asta. Ajuta-ma sa invat valorile morale: credinta, adevarul, cinstea, increderea, bunatatea, iubirea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu stii ca eu vin de la Dumnezeu si tot ce vine de la El nu are cum sa fie "bun de nimic". Nu ma face sa ma simt vinovat pentru ceea ce sunt si pentru ca nu sunt asa cum ai visat. Eu sunt copilul tau si tu esti parintele meu. Asa ne-a dat Bunul Dumnezeu unul altuia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Accepta-ma si iubeste-ma asa cum sunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5288987939086266386?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5288987939086266386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrisoare-catre-parinti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5288987939086266386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5288987939086266386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrisoare-catre-parinti.html' title='Scrisoare catre parinti'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4411571222446245215</id><published>2011-01-22T00:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:46:28.472+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Scrisoarea unei mame adresata Lumii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de Jack Canfield si Mark Victor Hansen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Draga Lume,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiul meu incepe azi scoala. O vreme, totul va fi nou si ciudat pentru el. Si as dori sa-l tratezi, cumva, cu blandete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vezi tu, pana acum, el a fost regele gradinii. A fost stapanul curtii. Eu am fost mereu alaturi de el, sa-i bandajez ranile, sa-l alin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acum, insa, lucrurile se vor schimba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In dimineata aceasta, va cobori treptele din fata casei, imi va face semn cu mana si va porni in marea aventura care va cuprinde, probabil, razboaie, drame si tristete. Ca sa-si duca viata in lumea in care trebuie sa traiasca, e nevoie de incredere, dragoste si curaj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De aceea, Lume, as dori sa-l iei de manuta si sa-l inveti tot ce trebuie sa stie. Invata-l, dar cu blandete, daca poti. Invata-l ca pentru fiecare ticalos exista un erou; ca pentru fiecare politician corupt exista un lider plin de devotament; ca pentru fiecare dusman exista un prieten. Invata-l minunile din carti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lasa-i timp, in liniste, sa reflecteze la misterul etern al pasarilor care zboara in inaltul cerului, al albinelor in lumina soarelui si al florilor pe dealurile inverzite. Invata-l ca e mai onorabil sa pierzi decat sa inseli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Invata-l sa aiba incredere  in propriile-i idei, chiar daca toti spun ca nu sunt bune. Invata-l sa-si vanda cat mai bine forta mainilor si a mintii, dar sa nu-si negocieze niciodata sufletul si inima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Invata-l sa-si astupe urechile in fata gloatei care urla … dar sa ramana pe pozitie si sa lupte daca crede ca are dreptate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Invata-l, Lume, cu blandete, dar nu-l cocolosi, caci numai in foc se caleste otelul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai o sarcina grea, Lume, dar vezi ce poti sa faci. E un baietel asa de bun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4411571222446245215?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4411571222446245215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrisoarea-unei-mame-adresata-lumii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4411571222446245215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4411571222446245215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrisoarea-unei-mame-adresata-lumii.html' title='Scrisoarea unei mame adresata Lumii'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-348470589685367340</id><published>2011-01-22T00:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:46:46.403+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Tata uita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de W. Livingstone Larned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asculta-ma fiule: iti vorbesc in timp ce dormi, cu o manuta pe obraz si cu buclele tale blonde si umede adunate pe fruntea plina de sudoare. M-am strecurat singur in camera ta. Acum doar cateva minute, pe cand citeam ziarul in biblioteca, am fost inabusit de remuscari. Am venit langa patul tau cu un profund sentiment al vinei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iata la ce ma gandeam, fiule: am fost mereu suparat pe tine, te-am certat pe cand te imbracai pentru scoala pentru ca te-ai sters prea repede cu prosopul pe fata. Te-am condamnat pentru ca nu ti-ai curatat pantofii. Am strigat nervors la tine pentru ca ai aruncat pe jos cateva din lucrurile tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te-am considerat vinovat si la micul dejun. Varsai bautura, infulecai mancarea, iti puneai coatele pe masa. Iti ungeai painea cu prea mult unt. Si cand te-ai dus la joaca si eu am plecat la slujba, te-ai intors, mi-ai facut cu mana si mi-ai spus: "Pa, tati!", iar eu m-am incruntat si ti-am raspuns: "Indreapta-ti umerii!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apoi a reinceput totul in aceeasi dupa-amiaza. Intorcandu-ma de la serviciu, te-am spionat; stateai in genunchi si te jucai cu bilutele. Sosetele iti erau gaurite. Te-am umilit in fata prietenilor tai aducandu-te acasa cu forta. Sosetele costau bani - si daca ar fi trebuit sa le cumperi, ai fi fost mai atent! Inchipuie-ti, fiule, asa se poarta un tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti amintesti, mai tarziu, cum eu citeam in biblioteca, iar tu ai intrat tiptil, cu o umbra de durere in priviri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand mi-am ridicat ochii din hartie, enervat din cauza intreruperii, ai sovait in pragul usii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ce vrei?", m-am rastit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;N-ai spus nimic, dar ai venit in fuga si te-ai aruncat in bratele mele si m-ai sarutat, cu manutele mici incolacite in jurul gatului meu cu atat dragoste, pe are Dumnezeu insusi ti-a daruit-o si pe care nici nepasarea n-o putea ucide. Si apoi ai plecat tropaind usor pe scari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ei bine, fiule, cateva clipe mai tarziu hartia mi-a alunecat din maini si am fost patruns de o groaza cumplita. Ce facuse din mine obiceiul? Prostul obicei de a cauta nod in papura, de a certa - asta era rasplata pe care o primeai fiindca erai baiat. Nu ca nu te iubeam, dar ceream prea multe de la anii tai fragzi. Imi stabilisem drept criteriu propria-mi varsta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si era atata bunatate, frumusete si adevar in sufletul tau. Micuta ta inima era la fel de desarvarsita ca zorii ce invaluie triumfator dealurile domoale. Toate astea se adunasera in impulsul tau de moment de a te naspusti sa ma saruti si sa-mi urezi noapte buna. Nimic altceva nu conteaza in aceasta seara. Am venit la capataiul tau pe intuneric si am ingenuncheat acolo, rusinat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o ispasire palida, stiu ca n-ai intelege toate acestea daca ti le-as spune cand esti treaz. Dar maine o sa fiu un tatic adevarat! O sa-ti fiu prieten de nadejde, voi suferi cot la cot cu tine si voi rade cand razi si tu. O sa-mi musc limba inainte sa te cert. O sa repet mereu, ca intr-un ritual: "Nu e decat un pusti-un baietel si nimic mai mult". Mi-e teama ca te-am tratat ca pe un barbat. Si totusi, fiule, acum ca te vad ghemuit si ostenit in patutul tau de copil, imi dau seama ca nu esti decat un copilas. Pana mai ieri te purta mama in brate si iti odihneai capsorul pe umarul ei.Ti-am cerut prea mult, mult prea mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-348470589685367340?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/348470589685367340/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/tata-uita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/348470589685367340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/348470589685367340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/tata-uita.html' title='Tata uita'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2049096194390929217</id><published>2011-01-20T14:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:21:09.312+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Imi plac oamenii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Îmi plac oamenii. Orice aş face, oricum m-aş răsuci, mă întorc mereu la sintagma asta care mă caracterizează. Da, şi pe mine mă dezamăgesc oameni, dar &lt;b&gt;doar unii&lt;/b&gt;. Da, şi pe mine mă rănesc oameni, dar&lt;b&gt; nu toţi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nu învăţ nicio lecţie&lt;/b&gt;, nu creionez pattern-uri, nu am sârmă ghimpată şi de fapt niciun fel de gard între mine şi omenire. Sunt mereu cu braţele larg deschise gata să primesc în plex orice îmi rezervă viaţa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;O curiozitate bolnăvicioasă mă împinge mereu spre oameni, dincolo de teama de a fi respinsă, iar o generozitate spontană mă face să-i caut mereu pe cei mai diverşi şi mai challangeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Din când în când viaţa e mai blândă cu mine şi îmi lasă pe prispă câte un exemplar deosebit.&lt;/b&gt; Unul, apoi altul…încă unul. &lt;b&gt;Aceştia devin companioni de cursă lungă&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia, 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;(&lt;a href="http://anemari.revistatango.ro/2011/01/oda-pentru-oameni/"&gt;Anemari Necsulescu - Oda pentru oameni&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2049096194390929217?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2049096194390929217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/imi-plac-oamenii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2049096194390929217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2049096194390929217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/imi-plac-oamenii.html' title='Imi plac oamenii...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5260197092297905373</id><published>2011-01-03T11:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:14:06.861+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Propriile dorinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am considerat pana acum ca puterea mea de a renunta la propriile dorinte pentru a le indeplini pe ale altora e un semn de noblete. Am fost convinsa ca asa ar trebui sa facem cu totii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi-am descoperit, insa, frustrari si nedumeriri. I-am vazut pe cei din jurul meu obisnuindu-se cu apucatura mea ciudata de a pune inainte de toate visurile lor si considerand firesc sa ma lepad de dorintele mele ca de ceva rusinos. Si m-am pomenit asteptand, cu mana intinsa, la portile recunostintei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probabil ca sunt pe lume oameni care sunt in stare sa-si traiasca vietile punandu-se pe de-a-ntregul in slujba celorlalti. Care nu asteapta nimic si nu se amarasc atunci cand sunt priviti fara de respect, chiar daca stiu ca au facut doar fapte demne. Dar eu nu sunt chiar atat de generoasa. Eu astept sa imi fie intoarse faptele bune si nadajduiesc sa isi aminteasca cineva si de dorintele mele. Iar daca, totusi, asta nu se intampla, ma simt singura si oropsita, iar nefericirea mea umbreste totul in jur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incep anul promitandu-mi ca voi avea mai multa grija de mine.&lt;/b&gt; Ii invat pe cei dragi sa isi urmeze visele proprii inainte de a le sluji pe ale altora si vreau, de acum inainte, sa le dau putere din propriul meu exemplu. Sa fiu fericita, stiind ca visele mele sunt in siguranta si abia apoi, din preaplinul implinirii mele, sa gasesc forta de a ii ocroti pe cei din jur. Sa ma apar de rele, ca sa ii pot apoi apara de rele pe cei pe care ii am in grija. Sa fiu frumoasa, curajoasa, odihnita, ca sa pot veghea asupra frumusetii, somnului, visului celor pe care ii iubesc.  &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca nu pot sa aduc fericire altora din nefericirea mea. Sunt obligata sa am inima senina.&lt;/b&gt; Asa cum cred ca fiecare dintre noi e obligat, inainte de toate, sa fie fericit. &lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.coffeechat.ro/2011/01/propriile-dorinte/"&gt;Alice Nastase - Coffechat&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5260197092297905373?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5260197092297905373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/propriile-dorinte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5260197092297905373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5260197092297905373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2011/01/propriile-dorinte.html' title='Propriile dorinte'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8760200674371124817</id><published>2010-12-29T09:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:47:29.101+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Dragoste de Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TRrsv8VdJMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wbrqx2w_TEU/s1600/Vladut%2B92%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TRrsv8VdJMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wbrqx2w_TEU/s320/Vladut%2B92%2B017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556013398709052610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/4188433381219108-8760200674371124817?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8760200674371124817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/12/dragoste-de-craciun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8760200674371124817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8760200674371124817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/12/dragoste-de-craciun.html' title='Dragoste de Craciun'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TRrsv8VdJMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wbrqx2w_TEU/s72-c/Vladut%2B92%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5705598395348048605</id><published>2010-11-13T18:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:47:53.505+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>...pentru averea mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TN7Hefu8iiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sXWn7mrY2-g/s1600/Vladut%2B77%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TN7Hefu8iiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sXWn7mrY2-g/s320/Vladut%2B77%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539083918440696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(25, 21, 38); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doamne, fa-i bordei in soare,&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un colt de tara veche,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai nalt decat o floare&lt;br /&gt;Si ingust cat o ureche.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si-n pridvor, un ochi de apa&lt;br /&gt;Cu o luntre cat chibritul,&lt;br /&gt;Ca-n crampeiul ei sa-ncapa&lt;br /&gt;Cerul tau si nesfarsitul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da-i un fluture blajin&lt;br /&gt;Si o broasca de smarald.&lt;br /&gt;Si-n padurea de pelin&lt;br /&gt;Fa sa-i stea bordeiul cald.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si mai da-i, Doamne, vopsele&lt;br /&gt;Si hartie chinezeasca,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca, manjind cu ele,&lt;br /&gt;Slava ta s-o smangaleasca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si cand totul va fi gata&lt;br /&gt;S-o muta la el si tata (cu tot cu mama, desigur :) ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5705598395348048605?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5705598395348048605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-982483955106305845?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/982483955106305845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/11/fericire.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/982483955106305845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/982483955106305845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/11/fericire.html' title='Fericire'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TN5ouFCsxkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Fta7pmdaSiM/s72-c/Vladut%2B77%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5472077993901923039</id><published>2010-11-04T08:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:44:29.366+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Richard Clayderman - Mariage D'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="362"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fy1esxfjb6c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fy1esxfjb6c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="362"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru EL, pentru bucuria nemasurata care am simtit-o cand l-am revazut, pentru dorul care m-a topit, pentru linistea care o am atunci cand il stiu acasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5472077993901923039?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5472077993901923039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/11/richard-clayderman-mariage-damour.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5472077993901923039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5472077993901923039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/11/richard-clayderman-mariage-damour.html' title='Richard Clayderman - Mariage D&apos;amour'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6053823951696538756</id><published>2010-10-19T07:21:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:45:08.912+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>La jumatate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLi_osYNsOU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLi_osYNsOU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ieri, o vecina, mi-a tinut prelegere jumatate de ora in frig despre ce "sansa" extraordinara are Bubu ca a plecat in Germania (dupa ce a precizat ca sotul ei, calator din fire, a stat acasa 1 an in loc sa faca bani si ea s-a sufocat vazandu-l in fiecare seara la culcare). In zadar i-am explicat ca nu vad deloc situatia ca o oportunitate, ca as renunta fericita la cei 3 lei care ii raman din "afacerea" asta, doar ca sa-l stiu, asa cum a fost dintotdeauna, langa mine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ba chiar la un moment dat m-a intrebat intrigata: &lt;i&gt;"Si ce faci daca e acasa, te uiti la el??"&lt;/i&gt; DA, ma uit la el, si-l iubesc, si zambim, si ma simt in siguranta, si ne invartim in jurul puiului pe care l-am dorit atata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nebuna: mi-ar placea si mie sa am bani de sa nu le mai stiu numarul, dar nu voi face niciodata din asta scopul meu in viata. Si stiu sigur, pe probate, ca pot trai frumos si fara ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6053823951696538756?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6053823951696538756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/mai-putin-de-jumate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6053823951696538756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6053823951696538756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/mai-putin-de-jumate.html' title='La jumatate...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3959324632906463303</id><published>2010-10-14T09:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:37:10.002+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Toamna in sufletul meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qmFeMaEjQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qmFeMaEjQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frigul intră în oase nemilos. Ies păturile din cotloane bine ticluite. Sandalele se întorc pe şifonier să dormiteze în timp ce cizmele se aşează ţanţoşe pe raft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3959324632906463303?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3959324632906463303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/toamna-in-sufletul-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3959324632906463303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3959324632906463303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/toamna-in-sufletul-meu.html' title='Toamna in sufletul meu...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3256009045307177180</id><published>2010-10-10T14:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:54:27.402+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>20 de zile fara iubirea mea :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I've prayed for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be , incomplete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WVe80iZtlYU?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3256009045307177180?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3256009045307177180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/20-de-zile-fara-iubirea-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3256009045307177180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3256009045307177180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/10/20-de-zile-fara-iubirea-mea.html' title='20 de zile fara iubirea mea :('/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WVe80iZtlYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7024903130409633662</id><published>2010-08-15T13:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:50:26.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Pozici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/TGfAqJgrpUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tCoOwNEriLc/s1600/Vladut+46+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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(nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Femei mature si femei imature</title><content type='html'>Iata ce scria Paulo Coelho pentru &lt;strong&gt;FEMEI mature&lt;/strong&gt; si &lt;strong&gt;imature&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lectiile vin intotdeauna atunci cand esti pregatit, iar daca vei fi atent la semne, vei afla mereu ce-ti trebuie pentru pasul urmator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Femei mature si femei imature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; isi pastreaza agenda complet goala si asteapta sa le sune un barbat. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; isi fac propriile planuri si ii spun cu gratie barbatului pe care il apreciaza ca este binevenit in acele activitati la care doreste sa participe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; vor sa-l controleze pe barbatul din viata lor. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; stiu ca, daca barbatul este cu adevarat al lor, controlatul este absolut inutil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; il "verifica" pe barbatul care nu le-a sunat. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; sunt prea ocupate ca sa observe ca el nu a sunat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; incearca sa "inlantuiasca" un barbat utilizand sexul. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; stiu ca numai sex-appealul de tip mental poate determina un barbat sa vrea sa te "inlantuiasca" el pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; falsifica manifestarile placerii sexuale, ori asteapta cuminti sa termine barbatul ceea ce face el acolo in mod egoist ori prostesc... &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt;, in aceeasi situatie, spun "Opreste-te", se ridica, se imbraca si pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeilor imature&lt;/strong&gt; le este frica de perioadele in care sunt pe cont propriu. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; apreciaza aceste perioade si le utilizeaza ca timp pretios, in care poti realiza mari progrese personale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; ignora "baietii buni". &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; ignora "baietii rai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; il pot aduce pe un barbat la orgasm, &lt;strong&gt;femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; il pot aduce pe barbat acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; sunt permanent ingrijorate ca nu sunt suficient de frumoase sau bune pentru un anume barbat. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; stiu ca sunt suficient de frumoase sau suficient de bune pentru oricare barbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; incearca sa monopolizeze tot timpul barbatului lor. &lt;strong&gt;Femeia matura&lt;/strong&gt; realizeaza ca ii poate oferi linistita spatiul de care are nevoie unui barbat - asta va face timpul petrecut apoi in cuplu chiar mai placut si special - si pleaca sa se distreze cu propriii prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; gandesc ca un barbat care plange este un barbat slab... &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; ii ofera acestuia un umar pe care sa planga si o batista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; vor sa fie rasfatate si ii spun asta in mod raspicat barbatului lor. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; ii "arata" barbatului ce inseamna rasfatul si il fac sa se simta suficient de confortabil ca sa poata raspunde cu reciprocitate fara teama ca-si va pierde "barbatia".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; sunt ranite de un barbat si-i fac pe toti ceilalti barbati sa plateasca pacatele aceluia. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; stiu ca ala a fost doar UN barbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeile imature&lt;/strong&gt; se indragostesc si vaneaza obiectul afectiunii lor pana in panzele albe, ignorand toate semnalele pe care le primesc si toate realitatile care nu se potrivesc cu iluziile lor dragi. &lt;strong&gt;Femeile mature&lt;/strong&gt; stiu ca, uneori, cel pe care il iubesti nu te poate iubi pe tine si isi vad de viata lor mai departe, fara amaraciune si furie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Lidia :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3068047115690709205?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3068047115690709205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/07/iata-ce-scria-paulo-coelho-pentru-femei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3068047115690709205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3068047115690709205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/07/iata-ce-scria-paulo-coelho-pentru-femei.html' title='Femei mature si femei imature'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-366307416092792201</id><published>2010-06-29T11:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:34:03.936+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Puterea unui barbat</title><content type='html'>Puterea unui barbat nu sta in umerii sai largi, ci in lungimea bratelor cu care te imbratiseaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in puterea vocii sale, ci in cuvintele blande pe care stie sa le sopteasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in multimea prietenilor, ci in cat de prieten stie sa fie cu copiii lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in cat de mult este respectat la serviciu, ci in cat este de respectat acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in cat de puternic loveste, ci in cat de bland stie sa atinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in parul de pe piept, ci in Inima... din pieptul sau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in numarul de femei care il iubesc, ci in capacitatea de a fi loial unei singure femei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puterea unui barbat nu sta in greutatile pe care le poate ridica, ci in poverile pe care le poate duce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-366307416092792201?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/366307416092792201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/06/puterea-unui-barbat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/366307416092792201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/366307416092792201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/06/puterea-unui-barbat.html' title='Puterea unui barbat'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5835895851004942335</id><published>2010-06-03T14:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:02:15.639+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;de Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am înțeles că în toate împrejurările, mă aflam la locul potrivit, în momentul potrivit.&lt;br /&gt;Și atunci, am putut să mă liniștesc.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … &lt;strong&gt;Stimă de sine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am realizat că neliniștea și suferința mea emoțională, nu erau nimic altceva decât semnalul că merg împotriva convingerilor mele.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … &lt;strong&gt;Autenticitate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să doresc o viață diferită și am început să înțeleg că tot ceea ce mi se întâmplă, contribuie la dezvoltarea mea personală.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numeste … &lt;strong&gt;Maturitate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am început să realizez că este o greșeală să forțez o situație sau o persoană, cu singurul scop de a obține ceea ce doresc, știind foarte bine că nici acea persoană, nici eu însumi nu suntem pregătiți și că nu este momentul …&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … &lt;strong&gt;Respect&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am început să mă eliberez de tot ceea ce nu era benefic … Persoane, situații, tot ceea ce îmi consumă energia. La început, rațiunea mea numea asta egoism.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … &lt;strong&gt;Amor propriu&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să-mi mai fie teamă de timpul liber și am renunțat să mai fac planuri mari, am abandonat Mega-proiectele de viitor. Astăzi fac ceea ce este corect, ceea ce îmi place, când îmi place și în ritmul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … &lt;strong&gt;Simplitate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să mai caut să am întotdeauna dreptate şi mi-am dat seama de cât de multe ori m-am înșelat.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, am descoperit … &lt;strong&gt;Modestia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să retrăiesc trecutul şi să mă preocup de viitor. Astăzi, trăiesc prezentul, acolo unde se petrece întreaga viață. Astăzi trăiesc clipa fiecărei zile.&lt;br /&gt;Și aceasta se numeste … &lt;strong&gt;Plenitudine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am înteles că rațiunea mă poate înşela şi dezamăgi. Dar dacă o pun în slujba inimii mele, ea devine un aliat foarte prețios.&lt;br /&gt;şi toate acestea înseamnă … &lt;strong&gt;Să ştii să trăiești cu adevărat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5835895851004942335?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5835895851004942335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-ziua-in-care-m-am-iubit-cu-adevarat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5835895851004942335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5835895851004942335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-ziua-in-care-m-am-iubit-cu-adevarat.html' title='În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7464705560198831203</id><published>2010-05-16T12:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:54:00.586+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Comoara noastra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/S-_AqftldKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0JOec9uWsVM/s1600/Vlad+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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(nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Scrisoare de adio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daca pentru o clipa Dumnezeu ar uita ca sunt o marioneta din carpa si mi-ar darui o bucatica de viata, probabil ca &lt;b&gt;n-as spune tot ceea ce gandesc, insa in mod categoric as gandi tot ceea ce zic&lt;/b&gt;. As da valoare lucrurilor, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza, ci pentru ceea ce semnifica. As dormi mai putin, dar as visa mai mult, intelegand ca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii, pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina. As merge cand ceilati se opresc, m-as trezi cand ceilalti dorm. &lt;b&gt;As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc&lt;/b&gt; si cat m-as bucura de o inghetata cu ciocolata! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daca Dumnezeu mi-ar face cadou o bucatica de viata, m-as imbraca foarte modest, m-as intinde la soare, lasand la vederea tuturor nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doamne Dumnezeul meu, daca as avea inima, as grava ura mea peste gheata si as astepta pana soarele rasare. As picta cu un vis al lui Van Gogh despre stele un poem al lui Benedetti, si un cantec al lui Serrat ar fi serenada pe care i-as oferi-o lunii. As uda cu lacrimile mele trandafirii, pentru a simti durerea spinilor si sarutul incarnat al petalelor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dumnezeul meu, daca as avea o bucatica de viata... &lt;b&gt;N-as lasa sa treaca nici o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc&lt;/b&gt;. As convinge pe fiecare femeie sau barbat spunandu-le ca sunt favoritii mei si as trai indragostit de dragoste. Oamenilor le-as demonstra cat se insala crezand ca nu se mai indragostesc cand imbatranesc, nestiind ca &lt;b&gt;imbatranesc cand nu se mai indragostesc&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;Unui copil i-as da aripi, dar l-as lasa sa invete sa zboare singur&lt;/b&gt;. Pe batrani i-as invata ca moartea nu vine cu batranetea, ci cu uitarea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oamenii... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul de a-l escalada. Am invatat ca &lt;b&gt;atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut, pentru prima oara, degetul parintelui, l-a acaparat pentru intotdeauna.&lt;/b&gt; Am invatat ca &lt;b&gt;un om are dreptul sa se uite in jos la altul doar atunci cand ar trebui sa-l ajute sa se ridice&lt;/b&gt;. Sunt atatea lucruri pe care am putut sa le invat de la voi, dar nu cred ca mi-ar servi, deoarece atunci cand o sa fiu bagat in interiorul acelei cutii, inseamna ca in mod nefericit mor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daca as sti ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te-as imbratisa foarte strans si l-as ruga pe Dumnezeu sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau. Daca as sti ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti-as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te-as chema inapoi sa-ti dau mai multe. Daca as sti ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit. &lt;b&gt;Daca as sti ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te-as vedea, as spune te iubesc nu mi-as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da de fiecare data alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine, dar daca cumva gresesc si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi-ar face placere sa-ti spun cat te iubesc, ca niciodata te voi uita. Ziua de maine nu-i este asigurata nimanui, tanar sau batran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azi poate sa fie ultima zi cand ii vezi pe cei pe care-i iubesti. De aceea, nu mai astepta, fa-o azi, intrucat daca ziua de maine nu va ajunge niciodata, in mod sigur &lt;b&gt;vei regreta ziua cand nu ti-ai facut timp pentru un suras, o imbratisare, un sarut si ca ai fost prea ocupat ca sa le conferi o ultima dorinta&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sa-i mentii pe cei pe care-i iubesti aproape de tine, spune-le la ureche cat de multa nevoie ai de ei, iubeste-i si trateaza-i bine, ia-ti timp sa le spui imi pare rau, iarta-ma, te rog si toate cuvintele de dragoste pe care le stii.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nimeni nu-si va aduce aminte de tine pentru gandurile tale secrete. Cere-i Domnului taria si intelepciunea pentru a le exprima. Demostreaza-le prietenilor tai cat de importanti sunt pentru tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5886750484537822277?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5886750484537822277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/01/gabriel-garcia-marquez.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5886750484537822277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5886750484537822277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2010/01/gabriel-garcia-marquez.html' title='Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Scrisoare de adio'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1263593099595937014</id><published>2009-11-23T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:05:55.064+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Pasarea Colibri - Lantul Coliviilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Si pe colivia mica&lt;br /&gt;Sade colivia mare&lt;br /&gt;Nu e chip de evadare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxfg5UOIl4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxfg5UOIl4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/4188433381219108-1263593099595937014?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1263593099595937014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pasarea-colibri-lantul-coliviilor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1263593099595937014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1263593099595937014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pasarea-colibri-lantul-coliviilor.html' title='Pasarea Colibri - Lantul Coliviilor'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6969206066590475491</id><published>2009-11-13T11:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:23:37.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Neata... cu Razvan, Dani si Mihaela Radulescu</title><content type='html'>Ca iubesc pe Razvan si Dani, nu mai este un secret pentru nimeni care a vorbit cu mine macar intr-o singura dimineata intre 8 si 10. Dar ca o sa faca o emisiune atat de frumoasa cu Mihaela Radulescu, nici macar eu nu ma asteptam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emisiunea intreaga aici: &lt;a href="http://antena1.ro/index.php?page=webcast&amp;id=64855&amp;type=show&amp;item=102"target="_blank"&gt;http://antena1.ro/index.php?page=webcast&amp;amp;id=64855&amp;amp;type=show&amp;amp;item=102.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mihaela Radulescu "i-a ordonat" lui Dan Teodorescu, solistul trupei Taxi, sa compuna o piesa pentru lansarea cartii "Niste raspunsuri". Astfel s-a nascut piesa care poarta numele cartii si care a fost, in premiera, la Neata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="407" src="http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=http://194.152.42.99/videos/7d78043c0492967.flv&amp;amp;streamer=http://194.152.42.99/videos/7d78043c0492967.flv&amp;amp;image=http://videonews.ro/files/videos/thumbnails/7d78043c0492967L.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/nacht.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://videonews.ro/images/vn/vn_logo.png&amp;amp;link=http://videonews.ro/action/viewvideo/29480/Taxi---Niste-raspunsuri/&amp;amp;displayclick=link&amp;amp;width=407&amp;amp;height=324&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showicons=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un fragment din cartea Mihaelei Radulescu, "Niste raspunsuri", interpretat de Irina Chiosa, l-a emotionat pana la lacrimi pe Dani Otil. "Inseamna ca scriu cartea asta pentru barbatii care stiu sa planga", a fost replica Mihaelei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="407" src="http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=http://194.152.42.99/videos/96c02df55c33801.flv&amp;amp;streamer=http://194.152.42.99/videos/96c02df55c33801.flv&amp;amp;image=http://videonews.ro/files/videos/thumbnails/96c02df55c33801L.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/nacht.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://videonews.ro/images/vn/vn_logo.png&amp;amp;link=http://videonews.ro/action/viewvideo/29481/Dani-emotionat-pana-la-lacrimi/&amp;amp;displayclick=link&amp;amp;width=407&amp;amp;height=324&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showicons=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O alta melodie a trupei Taxi compusa pentru lansarea cartii "Niste raspunsuri" a Mihaelei Radulescu. Piesa se numeste "Tacerea din ochi" si a fost live la Neata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="407" src="http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=http://194.152.42.99/videos/f68b5a44fdcb800.flv&amp;amp;streamer=http://194.152.42.99/videos/f68b5a44fdcb800.flv&amp;amp;image=http://videonews.ro/files/videos/thumbnails/f68b5a44fdcb800L.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/nacht.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://videonews.ro/images/vn/vn_logo.png&amp;amp;link=http://videonews.ro/action/viewvideo/29483/Taxi-live-la-Neata/&amp;amp;displayclick=link&amp;amp;width=407&amp;amp;height=324&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showicons=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru cateva minute, Dani a trecut in rolul reporterului si a intervievat-o pe Mihaela Radulescu, majoritatea intrebarilor fiind inspirate din noua carte a acesteia, "Niste raspunsuri".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="407" src="http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=http://194.152.42.99/videos/7b81c4f46d031aa.flv&amp;amp;streamer=http://194.152.42.99/videos/7b81c4f46d031aa.flv&amp;amp;image=http://videonews.ro/files/videos/thumbnails/7b81c4f46d031aaL.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/nacht.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://videonews.ro/images/vn/vn_logo.png&amp;amp;link=http://videonews.ro/action/viewvideo/29491/Niste-raspunsuri-pentru-Dani-de-la-Mihaela-Radulescu/&amp;amp;displayclick=link&amp;amp;width=407&amp;amp;height=324&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showicons=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani isi aminteste de prima sa donatie, pentru "Casa Sperantei" din Brasov: primele fotografii cu Mihaela Radulescu de mana. De asemenea, Dani a incercat sa faca un anunt umanitar, insa nu a reusit, din nou, din cauza emotiilor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="407" src="http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=http://194.152.42.99/videos/5cd338743288fdb.flv&amp;amp;streamer=http://194.152.42.99/videos/5cd338743288fdb.flv&amp;amp;image=http://videonews.ro/files/videos/thumbnails/5cd338743288fdbL.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://videonews.ro/jwplayer/nacht.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://videonews.ro/images/vn/vn_logo.png&amp;amp;link=http://videonews.ro/action/viewvideo/29496/Dani-nu-poate-vorbi-din-cauza-lacrimilor-Mihaela-mai-puternica-decat-el/&amp;amp;displayclick=link&amp;amp;width=407&amp;amp;height=324&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showicons=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6969206066590475491?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6969206066590475491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/11/neata-cu-razvan-dani-si-mihaela.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6969206066590475491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6969206066590475491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/11/neata-cu-razvan-dani-si-mihaela.html' title='&apos;Neata... cu Razvan, Dani si Mihaela Radulescu'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1450176698331976458</id><published>2009-10-02T13:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:56:28.783+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Mihaela Runceanu - "Sa fim copii"</title><content type='html'>"Vremea se opreste-n loc / Si mi se face dor..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ywI71sI8io&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ywI71sI8io&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/4188433381219108-1450176698331976458?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1450176698331976458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/10/mihaela-runceanu-sa-fim-copii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1450176698331976458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1450176698331976458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/10/mihaela-runceanu-sa-fim-copii.html' title='Mihaela Runceanu - &quot;Sa fim copii&quot;'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5599926744171053298</id><published>2009-10-02T12:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:01:44.153+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Special music ;)</title><content type='html'>Da... si Cleopatra Stratan imi place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/d3lyutza/3dbdd80a7b879a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/d3lyutza/3dbdd80a7b879a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleopatra Stratan - Vino , Te Astept&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/camyrosca/a1861024245b25.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/camyrosca/a1861024245b25.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ducu Bertzi - Chiar daca ai vrea sa pleci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anoter one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHdI_Cz8Lp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHdI_Cz8Lp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/4188433381219108-5599926744171053298?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5599926744171053298/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleopatra-stratan-vino-te-astept.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5599926744171053298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5599926744171053298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleopatra-stratan-vino-te-astept.html' title='Special music ;)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6588805513489605797</id><published>2009-09-26T01:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:22:00.177+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Catalin Josan - Vrei nu vrei (esti doar a mea)</title><content type='html'>Pentru cine nu stie, imi place foarte mult Catalin Josan. In special melodia de mai jos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IHwTiGm26E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IHwTiGm26E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/4188433381219108-6588805513489605797?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6588805513489605797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/catalin-josan-vrei-nu-vrei-esti-doar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6588805513489605797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6588805513489605797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/catalin-josan-vrei-nu-vrei-esti-doar.html' title='Catalin Josan - Vrei nu vrei (esti doar a mea)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4117300415297870750</id><published>2009-09-24T18:58:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:43:47.348+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Locuri care intra in suflet si nu mai ies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYgm8vl_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/sWQQx2y4LDI/s1600-h/3+Camera+Miha+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065465430120434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYgm8vl_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/sWQQx2y4LDI/s320/3+Camera+Miha+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Privelistea din balcon de la Miha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYgVVN2SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DpUlZzSKVR0/s1600-h/3+Camera+Miha+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065460700928290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYgVVN2SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DpUlZzSKVR0/s320/3+Camera+Miha+13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asteptand telecabina sa mergem sus, sus spre Babute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYf3V4CVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVCEHuoQcoc/s1600-h/4+Telecabina+Bucegi+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065452650629458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYf3V4CVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVCEHuoQcoc/s320/4+Telecabina+Bucegi+14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Din telecabina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYUaaUY2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/coWVUB4idj0/s1600-h/5+Bucegi+29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065255906075490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYUaaUY2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/coWVUB4idj0/s320/5+Bucegi+29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niste batranei langa Babe :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYT0ldjYI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vx90GDQGmgk/s1600-h/5+Bucegi+49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065245752266114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYT0ldjYI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vx90GDQGmgk/s320/5+Bucegi+49.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sfinxul pe partea cea frumoasa ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYToR8woI/AAAAAAAAANo/C5OKre1QaeU/s1600-h/5+Bucegi+59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065242449199746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYToR8woI/AAAAAAAAANo/C5OKre1QaeU/s320/5+Bucegi+59.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dovada vie ca am fost si eu la munte :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYTBe28yI/AAAAAAAAANg/nXvpi1jw-hg/s1600-h/6+Pestera+Ialomitei+986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065232034362146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYTBe28yI/AAAAAAAAANg/nXvpi1jw-hg/s320/6+Pestera+Ialomitei+986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cei puternici si negravizi au fost si in Pestera Ialomita unde pozatul nu era interzis :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYDuyqGNI/AAAAAAAAANY/HXy6zGXptzk/s1600-h/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064969319094482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYDuyqGNI/AAAAAAAAANY/HXy6zGXptzk/s320/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Io mai ca la tzara, asa; la Ceteta Taraneasca de la Rasnov ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYDCOpnRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LrHUoVxtoPc/s1600-h/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064957356907794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYDCOpnRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LrHUoVxtoPc/s320/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+36.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da, da... ne-am pozat si in cel mai inalt punct al Cetatii ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYCmr5cSI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZJntciWXJbI/s1600-h/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064949963387170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYCmr5cSI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZJntciWXJbI/s320/8+Cetatea+Rasnov+43.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ce m-a mai speriat nenea asta la intrare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYCJFcMoI/AAAAAAAAANA/a1XZr-WpQGI/s1600-h/81+Bran+42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064942017458818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYCJFcMoI/AAAAAAAAANA/a1XZr-WpQGI/s320/81+Bran+42.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubu la Bran (cu putina mobila care mai este...) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYB6Gd8gI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KB1Rnfmo0u8/s1600-h/81+Bran+47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064937995235842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYB6Gd8gI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KB1Rnfmo0u8/s320/81+Bran+47.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frumos unde nu trebuie sa fie mobila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXxpOQ90I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ymch--CNT8E/s1600-h/83+Manastirea+Argesului+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064658586629954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXxpOQ90I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ymch--CNT8E/s320/83+Manastirea+Argesului+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Manastirea Argesului. Nici urma de Manole, nici urma de Ana... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXxD6rMHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/csZH6m_sduo/s1600-h/84+Barajul+Vidraru+28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064648572350578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXxD6rMHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/csZH6m_sduo/s320/84+Barajul+Vidraru+28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barajul Vidraru. Grozav m-a mai impresionat. Maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXwuX_YTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vPgn-KFLWng/s1600-h/85+Transfagarasan+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064642789728562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXwuX_YTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vPgn-KFLWng/s320/85+Transfagarasan+23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O bucatica de Transfagarasan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXwa--x-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WWmZEPCgL6Q/s1600-h/86+Balea+Lac+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064637584558050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXwa--x-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WWmZEPCgL6Q/s320/86+Balea+Lac+13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Una din cele mai frumose zile la Balea Lac (asa zicea lumea) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXv7TL7eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BmMIIXZdSnw/s1600-h/86+Balea+Lac+26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064629079371234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXv7TL7eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BmMIIXZdSnw/s320/86+Balea+Lac+26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fost si io ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXg4Ij3pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ftL04HemvLs/s1600-h/88+Brasov+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064370531458706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXg4Ij3pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ftL04HemvLs/s320/88+Brasov+18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piata Sfatului Brasov. Ala o fi Sfatul??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXglzzqGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lXq478Piunw/s1600-h/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064365612574818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXglzzqGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lXq478Piunw/s320/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salina de la Targu Ocna. Frumos. Mai frumos decat ma asteptam. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXgK5fEPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YwzNf9UnCI0/s1600-h/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064358388633842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXgK5fEPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YwzNf9UnCI0/s320/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dovada vie ca e salina o da Bubu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXfnXgXjI/AAAAAAAAALw/6l-lnfs-KSY/s1600-h/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064348850871858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXfnXgXjI/AAAAAAAAALw/6l-lnfs-KSY/s320/89+Salina+Tg.+Ocna+32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Au si un mic lac acolo. Cat de sarata o fi apa in el?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXfdFv4-I/AAAAAAAAALo/b4qoOIJ7nuI/s1600-h/9+Supan+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064346092037090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruXfdFv4-I/AAAAAAAAALo/b4qoOIJ7nuI/s320/9+Supan+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert. Roosevelt. Leethoven. Beethoven. =))=)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4117300415297870750?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4117300415297870750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/locuri-care-intra-in-suflet-si-nu-mai_24.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4117300415297870750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4117300415297870750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/locuri-care-intra-in-suflet-si-nu-mai_24.html' title='Locuri care intra in suflet si nu mai ies...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SruYgm8vl_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/sWQQx2y4LDI/s72-c/3+Camera+Miha+9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4077369740779041607</id><published>2009-09-04T14:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:01:53.446+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Moare cate putin - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>(Thanks a lot Lidia :* :*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul obisnuintei,&lt;br /&gt;urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectorii;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu-si schimba existenta;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu risca sa construiasca ceva nou;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu vorbeste cu oamenii pe care nu-i cunoaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si face din televiziune un guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine evita pasiunea,&lt;br /&gt;cine prefera negrul pe alb si punctele pe "i" in locul unui vartej de emotii,&lt;br /&gt;acele emotii care invata ochii sa straluceasca,&lt;br /&gt;oftatul sa surada si care elibereaza sentimentele inimii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine nu pleaca atunci cand este nefericit in lucrul sau;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu risca certul pentru incert pentru a-si indeplini un vis;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu-si permite macar o data in viata sa nu asculte sfaturile "responsabile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine nu calatoreste;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu citeste;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu asculta muzica;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu cauta harul din el insusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si distruge dragostea; cine nu se lasa ajutat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine-si petrece zilele plangandu-si de mila si detestand ploaia care nu mai inceteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moare cate putin cine abandoneaza un proiect inainte de a-l fi inceput;&lt;br /&gt;cine nu intreaba de frica sa nu se faca de ras&lt;br /&gt;si cine nu raspunde chiar daca cunoaste intrebarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitam moartea cate putin, amintindu-ne intotdeauna ca "a fi viu" cere un efort mult mai mare decat simplul fapt de a respira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar rabdarea cuminte ne va face sa cucerim o fericire splendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul depinde de cum o traim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa te infierbanti, infierbanta-te la soare.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa inseli, inseala-ti stomacul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa plangi, plange de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa minti, minte in privinta varstei tale.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa furi, fura o sarutare.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa pierzi, pierde-ti frica.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa simti foame, simte foame de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va fi sa doresti sa fii fericit, doreste-ti in fiecare zi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4077369740779041607?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4077369740779041607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/moare-cate-putin-pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4077369740779041607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4077369740779041607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/moare-cate-putin-pablo-neruda.html' title='Moare cate putin - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3724735315544471379</id><published>2009-09-04T14:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:44:20.178+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>=)) =)) EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SqD28K6snaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pcTb92CjJA/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SqD28K6snaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pcTb92CjJA/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377569468663504290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3724735315544471379?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3724735315544471379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3724735315544471379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3724735315544471379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu.html' title='=)) =)) EU'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SqD28K6snaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pcTb92CjJA/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2615430898445169818</id><published>2009-08-26T14:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:03:06.241+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Pasarea Colibri - Sfarsitul nu-i aici...</title><content type='html'>Speram sa nu am nevoie de versurile acestei melodii niciodata insa... socoteala de-acasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eBBniJy0tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eBBniJy0tg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand necazuri te doboara&lt;br /&gt;Si prieteni n-ai sa-i strigi&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce slaveai in taina&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum nu-ti explici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand oprit la o rascruce&lt;br /&gt;Drumul nu sti s-al prezici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu mai ai nici vise&lt;br /&gt;Si nu sti cum sa te ridici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand s-aduna norii negri&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia cade ca un brici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangaiere n-ai, nu vezi acum&lt;br /&gt;Maini intinse de amici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pomul vieti creste mandru&lt;br /&gt;Unde spiritul e viu&lt;br /&gt;Lumineaza iar salvarea&lt;br /&gt;Cerul gol si cenusiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand orasele-s in flacari&lt;br /&gt;Musunoaie de furnici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand cauti in zadar un om&lt;br /&gt;Printr-atatea mii de venetici&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aici, nu, nu-i aici, nu&lt;br /&gt;Tine minte, sfarsitul nu-i aici..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2615430898445169818?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2615430898445169818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasarea-colibri-sfarsitul-nu-i-aici.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2615430898445169818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2615430898445169818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasarea-colibri-sfarsitul-nu-i-aici.html' title='Pasarea Colibri - Sfarsitul nu-i aici...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7680108330255102829</id><published>2009-08-12T21:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:35:09.457+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Stefan Hrusca - Amintire de iubire</title><content type='html'>Cum sa uit eu o melodie asa de frumoasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wu9z1M9y0qE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/wu9z1M9y0qE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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/4188433381219108-7680108330255102829?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7680108330255102829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/08/stefan-hrusca-amintire-de-iubire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7680108330255102829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7680108330255102829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/08/stefan-hrusca-amintire-de-iubire.html' title='Stefan Hrusca - Amintire de iubire'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6698117445506050315</id><published>2009-07-07T20:03:00.015+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:23:07.841+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>La marea cea maree</title><content type='html'>Imi place peste limite la mare. Iubesc marea si putin ma interseaza daca este sau nu curata plaja, daca urla sau nu manelele si altele din categoria asta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc marea si sentimentele pe care le traiesc in apropierea ei (acum 1 din 3 ganduri aleaga spre parintii mei care pana la 12 ani m-au dus an de an acolo...) :X:X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisic dormind ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAuukiccI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1KuWvVH4_FM/s1600-h/IMG_8688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAuukiccI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1KuWvVH4_FM/s320/IMG_8688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765922137272770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumosul (si din pacate destul de degradatul) Casino din Constanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAqe8wFkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wol3hu6Kxt8/s1600-h/IMG_8662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAqe8wFkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wol3hu6Kxt8/s320/IMG_8662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765849224386114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi doi si Marea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAmFqbZUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E6dTqlvb9_M/s1600-h/IMG_8655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAmFqbZUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E6dTqlvb9_M/s320/IMG_8655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765773717169474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumos dar fomica :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAhnxveeI/AAAAAAAAADs/uoD-m6w0FeY/s1600-h/IMG_8604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAhnxveeI/AAAAAAAAADs/uoD-m6w0FeY/s320/IMG_8604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765696975305186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAcLA24gI/AAAAAAAAADk/XlmvNPXHe0E/s1600-h/IMG_8598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAcLA24gI/AAAAAAAAADk/XlmvNPXHe0E/s320/IMG_8598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765603354731010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaia si constructia care-mi va aminti intotdeauna de TATA (pescuia acolo mereu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAXRzu4DI/AAAAAAAAADc/WuYZ1oHYRt8/s1600-h/IMG_8573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOAXRzu4DI/AAAAAAAAADc/WuYZ1oHYRt8/s320/IMG_8573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765519279382578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copacii care mi-au tinut umbra toata copilaria mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOASCvODvI/AAAAAAAAADU/xdLHyRh3ehs/s1600-h/IMG_8559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SlOASCvODvI/AAAAAAAAADU/xdLHyRh3ehs/s320/IMG_8559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765429334576882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6698117445506050315?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little late for all the things you didn't say&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad for you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I learned the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I knew there'd come a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd set you free&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of always being sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You live in a world where you didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No warning of such a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy, oh&lt;br /&gt;Were torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I lost my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I knew there's come a time&lt;br /&gt;You'd hear me say&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of always being sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You live in a world where you didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You live in a world where you didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;Your love isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You live in a world where you didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating...&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7535706139103007612?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7535706139103007612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/07/anastacia-sick-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7535706139103007612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7535706139103007612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Sad but true (prea-frumos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alice.tangoblog.ro/?p=429"&gt;Alice Nastase&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N-am trait niciodata pe de-a-ntregul. Am fost sotie doar cu jumatate de norma, iar de  iubit am iubit mai mereu cu sufletul indoit, stiind ca nu aceea este povestea visata, aceea care ma va duce pe culmile fericirii, dar sperand ca lumea se va schimba… Ca el va renunta la naravuri, si la amorurile lui parazite, ca eu voi deveni mai blanda cu mine insami, mai toleranta cu cei din jur sau mai nepasatoare cu tradarile celor dragi. Mi-am amanat pe maine fericirea si am lasat lucruri insemnate pe altadata. Iar data aceea n-a mai venit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost &lt;strong&gt;mama &lt;/strong&gt;doar dupa orele de program. Am platit bone care sa-mi legene copiii la san, iar eu am avut o halca intreaga de viata nebuna, in care doar i-am pupat, tzoc-tzoc, inainte de culcare, cum facea Sue Ellen Ewing. Am fost  &lt;strong&gt;scriitoare &lt;/strong&gt;doar in noptile de nesomn, in care preaplinul meu de viata si tristete m-au obligat sa scriu. &lt;strong&gt;Jurnalista &lt;/strong&gt;am ramas doar pentru lumile de care m-am simtit atrasa, dezicandu-ma, cu buna si nepasatoare stiinta, de politica, de intelesurile economice, de mersul lucrurilor grave. &lt;strong&gt;Credincioasa &lt;/strong&gt;am fost doar atunci cand mi-a fost rau, cand mi-a fost teama, cand m-au incoltit disperarile. In vremile roz, am cam uitat sa-mi fac cruce. &lt;strong&gt;Femeie &lt;/strong&gt;am fost doar atunci cand n-am fost nevoita sa fiu barbat. Cand nu a trebuit sa car baxurile de apa, sa ud iarba si sa ma iau la tranta cu robinetele stricate ca sa ma pun in calea inundatiilor. Cand n-am fost nevoita sa merg la negocieri cu domni smecheri si sa ma las pacalita in tranzactii, cu demnitate barbateasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar vreau sa ma rostogolesc de acum inainte intr-o viata rotunda, completa. Sa fiu femeie pentru barbatul meu, mama pentru copiii mei, om intreg pentru toti cei de langa mine. Ma dezic, strigand, de jumatatile de masura, pentru ca vreau  sa traiesc, de acum inainte, o viata intreaga. Minunea mea incepe azi. Si promit ca nu se va termina niciodata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-9009709755313362761?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/9009709755313362761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-but-true-prea-frumos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9009709755313362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9009709755313362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-but-true-prea-frumos.html' title='Sad but true (prea-frumos)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-9211667236428189384</id><published>2009-05-07T08:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:57:26.578+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Jessica Simpson - When You Told Me You Loved Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fb7UMQtw-To&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fb7UMQtw-To&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O melodie frumoasa si cateva secvente de film cel putin la fel de frumos &gt;:d&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean anything to me&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Show me the meaning of complete&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;br /&gt;Did our love go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Once we were so strong&lt;br /&gt;How can I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it would take me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;to get over the feeling of knowing&lt;br /&gt;A dream didn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;When you let me believe that you weren't complete&lt;br /&gt;Without me by your side&lt;br /&gt;how could I know&lt;br /&gt;That you would go&lt;br /&gt;That you would run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Felt passion so bright that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Something made me weak&lt;br /&gt;Talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm in so deep and you know I believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it would take me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;to get over the feeling of knowing&lt;br /&gt;A dream didn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;When you let me believe that you weren't complete&lt;br /&gt;Without me by your side&lt;br /&gt;how could I know&lt;br /&gt;That you would go&lt;br /&gt;That you would run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips&lt;br /&gt;Your face&lt;br /&gt;Something that time just can't erase&lt;br /&gt;Find my heart&lt;br /&gt;Could break&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it would take me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;to get over the feeling of knowing&lt;br /&gt;A dream didn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;When you let me believe that you weren't complete&lt;br /&gt;Without me by your sïde&lt;br /&gt;how could I know&lt;br /&gt;That you would go&lt;br /&gt;That you would run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I thought you were the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-9211667236428189384?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/9211667236428189384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/05/jessica-simpson-when-you-told-me-you.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9211667236428189384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/9211667236428189384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/05/jessica-simpson-when-you-told-me-you.html' title='Jessica Simpson - When You Told Me You Loved Me'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1791625676029316874</id><published>2009-05-02T13:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:13:03.410+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Otilia Cazimir - Lumini si umbre</title><content type='html'>Ai ochii negri, mincinosi si rai&lt;br /&gt;Fantanile cu ape moarte-ascund&lt;br /&gt;Pupile negre licarind in fund,&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma atrag spre-adanc ca ochii tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand vreau sa plec, ma tii in loc cu un cuvant&lt;br /&gt;Asa se zbat copacii in furtuna;&lt;br /&gt;Ca pentru fuga crengile-si aduna,&lt;br /&gt;Dar radacina-i leaga de pamint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De azi incolo n-am sa-l mai iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand ii vad privirile pagane&lt;br /&gt;Si zambetul copilaresc,&lt;br /&gt;Ma jur ca n-am sa-l mai iubesc - de maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe zi ce trece-ti seman tot mai mult;&lt;br /&gt;Asa izvorul ce se-arunca-n balta,&lt;br /&gt;Se-nvaluie cu malul laolalta&lt;br /&gt;Si-n loc sa-i spele apele verzui, &lt;br /&gt;Isi tulbura izvorul apa lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma iscodesti ca pasarea de prada,&lt;br /&gt;Ma urmaresti cu ochii reci si rai,&lt;br /&gt;Dar uiti ca daca-s urme pe zapada,&lt;br /&gt;Noroiul e lasat de pasii tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e fata impietrita ca o masca&lt;br /&gt;Si-n ochi lumina-i gata sa se stanga&lt;br /&gt;Chiar diamantului ca sa sclipeasca&lt;br /&gt;Ii trebuie o raza s-o rasfranga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea ta nu creste si nu moare,&lt;br /&gt;Ci totdeauna-i rece si egala&lt;br /&gt;E ca o floare artificiala&lt;br /&gt;Pe-o pajiste cu maci arzand in soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand voi pleca, ma vei uita usor&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca nici nu s-ar putea altfel:&lt;br /&gt;Abia o clipa valul calator&lt;br /&gt;Pastreaza chipul oglindit in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut in ciuda zambetelor tale,&lt;br /&gt;Din ochii sterpi o lacrima sa storc&lt;br /&gt;Si am plecat sa nu ma mai intorc,&lt;br /&gt;Dar azi, din zori de zi iti umblu-n cale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce demon oare mi te-a scos in drum?!&lt;br /&gt;De-ar vrea viata azi sa ma dezlege&lt;br /&gt;Si raiul ei sa mi-l ofere-acum&lt;br /&gt;Tot iadul nostru dulce l-as alege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi-a venit cu ochii calzi si buni&lt;br /&gt;Si nu l-am intrebat de unde vine&lt;br /&gt;Pe floarea de pe marginea de drum&lt;br /&gt;N-o-ntrebi de-i inflorita pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vad mereu ca-n clipa de pe urma;&lt;br /&gt;Incremenit in capul scarii&lt;br /&gt;Cu zambetul uitat in coltul gurii&lt;br /&gt;Si-n ochi, taisul crud al nepasarii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti rau. Dar cand aud c-o spune altul&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in jos si strang din pumni si tac.&lt;br /&gt;Ca numai eu in toata lumea asta&lt;br /&gt;Am dreptul sa te cert si sa te-mpac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am sa plec cu sufletu-mpacat&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu las nimanuia mostenire&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet greu de ura si iubire&lt;br /&gt;Banuitor si trist si-nfrigurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am resemnat; atat a fost sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit cum cade soarele-n apus&lt;br /&gt;Si-astept raspunsuri care n-or sa vie&lt;br /&gt;La intrebari pe care nu le-am pus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1791625676029316874?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1791625676029316874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/05/otilia-cazimir-lumini-si-umbre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1791625676029316874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1791625676029316874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/05/otilia-cazimir-lumini-si-umbre.html' title='Otilia Cazimir - Lumini si umbre'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2426545134638916197</id><published>2009-03-02T10:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:40:07.054+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Message from my father...</title><content type='html'>Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight,&lt;br /&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;br /&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there. I do not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Love you daddy and thank you Miha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2426545134638916197?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2426545134638916197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-from-my-father.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2426545134638916197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2426545134638916197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-from-my-father.html' title='Message from my father...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6746128180361445880</id><published>2009-02-15T00:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:24:23.172+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99... wear sunscreen.If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will dispense this advice now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6746128180361445880?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6746128180361445880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/02/baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6746128180361445880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6746128180361445880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/02/baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-to-wear.html' title='Baz Luhrmann - Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5312351056112473300</id><published>2009-02-11T23:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:54:50.715+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Ileana Vulpescu - "Scrisoare catre un cunoscut"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Si acum vreau sa-ti cer ceva, ca unui prieten: te rog nu ma chema niciodata, nu ma cauta sa-nvii ceva ce stii foarte bine ca n-a murit. Ajuta-ma sa-mi pot demonstra ca realitatea, oricare-ar fi ea, merita mai mult decat cea mai frumoasa fictiune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am rupt de tine cand te iubeam, n-am vrut s-ajung niciodata la drojdiile urei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne-nchipuim c-am murit. Eu te-am plans, te mai plang si-acum, dar intr-o zi am sa te-ngrop ca pe toti mortii. Plange-ma si tu, o zi, doua, cat crezi ca merit, in inima ta atat de echilibrata, si-ngroapa-ma, incinereaza-ma, sfarseste cu mine. Si vom fi amandoi asemeni celor care mor tineri si frumosi, pe care timpul nu-i poate altera in amintirea celorlalti. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5312351056112473300?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5312351056112473300/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/02/ileana-vulpescu-scrisoare-catre-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5312351056112473300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5312351056112473300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/02/ileana-vulpescu-scrisoare-catre-un.html' title='Ileana Vulpescu - &quot;Scrisoare catre un cunoscut&quot;'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-324796432797052355</id><published>2009-01-22T20:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:57:45.829+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Pasarea Colibri - Scrisoare de bun ramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmzoN_afPGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmzoN_afPGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-324796432797052355?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/324796432797052355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasarea-colibri-scrisoare-de-bun-ramas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/324796432797052355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/324796432797052355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasarea-colibri-scrisoare-de-bun-ramas.html' title='Pasarea Colibri - Scrisoare de bun ramas'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6219963873581561637</id><published>2009-01-22T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:51:08.681+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>parinti</title><content type='html'>Ce parinti? Niste oameni ce nu mai au loc&lt;br /&gt;De atatia copii si de-atat nenoroc&lt;br /&gt;Niste cruci, inca vii, respirand tot mai greu,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt parintii acestia ce ofteaza mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parinti? Niste oameni, acolo si ei,&lt;br /&gt;Care stiu dureros ce e suta de lei.&lt;br /&gt;De sunt tineri sau nu, dupa actele lor,&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza deloc, ei albira de dor&lt;br /&gt;Sa le fie copilul c-o treapta mai domn,&lt;br /&gt;Cata munca in plus, si ce chin, cat nesomn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6219963873581561637?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6219963873581561637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/parinti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6219963873581561637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6219963873581561637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/parinti.html' title='parinti'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1957533228243827224</id><published>2009-01-22T19:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:52:21.406+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Adrian Paunescu - Cantec femeiesc</title><content type='html'>Asa e mama si a fost bunica&lt;br /&gt;Asa suntem femei langa femei&lt;br /&gt;Parem nimic si nu-nsemnam nimica&lt;br /&gt;Doar niste ele ce-i slujesc pe ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei neglijenti, iar ele foarte calme&lt;br /&gt;Ei incurcand ce ele limpezesc&lt;br /&gt;Ei numai talpi si ele numai palme&lt;br /&gt;Acesta e destinul femeiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-n fond, ce fac femeile pe lume?&lt;br /&gt;Nimic maret, nimic impunator.&lt;br /&gt;Schimbandu-si dupa ei si drum si nume&lt;br /&gt;Pun lucrurile iar la locul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu-atatia pasi ce au facut prin casa&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru care plata nici nu cer&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi pornit pe-o cale glorioasa&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi ajuns si dincolo de cer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei fac ce fac si tot ce fac se vede&lt;br /&gt;Ba strica mult si ele-ndreapta tot&lt;br /&gt;Si de aceea nimeni nu le crede&lt;br /&gt;Cand cad, imbatranesc si nu mai pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa e mama si a fost bunica&lt;br /&gt;Si ca ele maine eu voi fi.&lt;br /&gt;Ce facem noi, femeile? Nimica,&lt;br /&gt;Decat curat si uneori copii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem veriga firului de ata&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare lant facut din doi&lt;br /&gt;E greu cu noi femeile in viata&lt;br /&gt;Dar este imposibil fara noi…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-1957533228243827224?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1957533228243827224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/adrian-paunescu-cantec-femeiesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1957533228243827224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1957533228243827224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/adrian-paunescu-cantec-femeiesc.html' title='Adrian Paunescu - Cantec femeiesc'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-7143729778885618247</id><published>2009-01-20T11:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:56:00.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto... frumos :)'/><title type='text'>Vatra Dornei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SXWXASoBEdI/AAAAAAAAACw/QM8flzd7lkM/s1600-h/P1171371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SXWWlA9VvZI/AAAAAAAAABo/99t6NvF1N88/s400/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293302499700489618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SXWWD4X-X8I/AAAAAAAAABg/9xLndAE6YUU/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SXWWD4X-X8I/AAAAAAAAABg/9xLndAE6YUU/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301930460602306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-7143729778885618247?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/7143729778885618247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/vatra-dornei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7143729778885618247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/7143729778885618247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/vatra-dornei.html' title='Vatra Dornei'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SXWXASoBEdI/AAAAAAAAACw/QM8flzd7lkM/s72-c/P1171371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4714075310153356233</id><published>2009-01-12T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:55:26.051+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>Nostalgie...</title><content type='html'>Privesc in jurul meu si desi nu-mi lipseste mai nimic, in fiecare moment realizez ca trecutul e din ce in ce mai departe si din pacate, din ce in ce mai rece... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorul... ma cuprinde tot mai des si din ce in ce mai intens in ultima vreme. Gandul imi zboara in colturi indepartate ale vietii mele si amintiri incetosate imi strabat inima dandu-mi fiori de placere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa invat intreaga noapte si sa scriu scrisori de muuulte pagini spre dimineata. Si ce mult mi-ar mai placea sa mai primesc la randul meu o scrisoare sau sa-mi trimita mama biletele in pachetele cu mancare... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc si acum cu infrigurare scaunele de plastic din personalul de Dolhasca care adeseori nu ajungea la timp la destinatie, sa-mi pot continua si eu traseul linistita; acceleratul de Iasi trecuse de mult cand, cu greutate, reuseam eu sa-mi cobor geanta imensa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara ezitare pot afirma ca mi-e dor si de fiecare om pe care l-am cunoscut vreodata si nu l-am mai intalnit de ceva vreme. Sufletul imi cere sa-i intalnesc din nou si sa depanam impreuna cateva amintiri, cu maturitatea la care am ajuns... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de discoteca de acasa unde desi maneaua era la putere, din cand in cand se mai auzea cate o Metallica sau cate o Nirvana doar pentru placerea-mi personala; sa stau in fata casei pana spre dimineata si sa iasa tata sa vada daca e "Camelutza" lui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tata... de el imi este cel mai teribil dor. Atat de dor incat simt ca nu s-au inventat inca acele cuvinte cu care sa pot descrie asa cum il simt. Tot timpul care l-am risipit si care ar fi putut fi al lui... Cat mi-as mai dori sa-mi spuna macar o dara "puiu" si sa-mi dea cativa lei pe ascuns de mama... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare sa fie Sarbatorile care se apropie "vinovate" de aceasta stare a mea sau sa fie altceva ?!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4714075310153356233?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4714075310153356233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/nostalgie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4714075310153356233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4714075310153356233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/nostalgie.html' title='Nostalgie...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-5319230301567000485</id><published>2009-01-12T00:02:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:47:17.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Nu renunta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu uita niciodata ca pielea se increteste, parul incarunteste, iar zilele se aduna in ani… Dar ce e mai important se conserva; forta si determinarea ta nu au varsta. Spiritul tau e cel care indeparteaza panzele de paianjen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dincolo de orice punct de sosire e unul de plecare. Dincolo de orice reusita e o alta incercare. Cat timp traiesti, simte-te vie. Daca ti-e dor de ce faceai, fa-o din nou. Nu te pierde printre fotografii ingalbenite de timp…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mergi mai departe atunci cand toti se asteapta sa renunti. Nu lasa sa se toceasca taria pe care o ai in tine. Fa astfel ca in loc de mila, sa impui respect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cand nu mai poti sa alergi, ia-o la trap. Cand nu poti nici asta, ia-o la pas. Cand nu poti sa mergi, ia bastonul. Insa nu te opri niciodata.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-5319230301567000485?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/5319230301567000485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/nu-renunta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5319230301567000485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/5319230301567000485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2009/01/nu-renunta.html' title='Nu renunta...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3797722226454259161</id><published>2008-11-27T10:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:09:55.594+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Lara Fabian - Je T'Aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3797722226454259161?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3797722226454259161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3797722226454259161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3797722226454259161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Lara Fabian - Je T&apos;Aime'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6587852210522496285</id><published>2008-10-22T10:53:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:54:16.854+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>"De unde sa fie" sau "Ce ma fac acum"??</title><content type='html'>Aseara am venit si io ca tot omul de la serviciu si mi-am verificat posta unde am gasit doua &lt;strong&gt;facturi COSMOTE&lt;/strong&gt;. Socul a fost maxim dat fiind faptul ca nu am avut &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN VIATA MEA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;abonament la aceasta firma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facturile aveau datele noastre de identificare (a mea si a lui Bogdan) foarte corecte: nume, adrese si serii de buletin perfecte. Am sunat rapid la serviciul lor de clienti si ne-au indrumat sa facem o plangere la un reprezentant Cosmote din orasul nostru urmand ca azi-maine sa ne contacteze departamentul lor juridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una dintre facturi are atasata un fel de factura detaliata si am vazut acolo ca au fost date muuulte SMS-uri la un numar 1261 (fiecare costa 1 euroi) iar abonamentul celalalt este blocat pentru "depasirea plafonului maxim de convorbiri" (nush ce inseamna asta si nici nu vreau sa-mi imaginez la se suma o fi stabilit plafonul respectiv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fie toata lumea complet lamurita, ar mai trebui sa precizez ca si eu si Bogdan ne-am facut buletine pe adresa actuala, asta vara. De atunci, am dat copii doar la o societate unde am refinantat un credit mai vechi (Domenia Credit - acolo avem si copie dupa contractul de casa) si la un notar care a autentificat refinantarea respectiva. Oare unul dintre ei sa ma fi "cadorisit" cu abonametul asta? :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa va spun "&lt;strong&gt;Mare atentie pe unde lasati copii dupa acte&lt;/strong&gt;"? Cred ca nu mai are sens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-6587852210522496285?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6587852210522496285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-unde-sa-fie-sau-ce-ma-fac-acum.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6587852210522496285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6587852210522496285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-unde-sa-fie-sau-ce-ma-fac-acum.html' title='&quot;De unde sa fie&quot; sau &quot;Ce ma fac acum&quot;??'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4719980468879294186</id><published>2008-10-16T10:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:54:44.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>Liviu Rebreanu - Adam si Eva</title><content type='html'>... si daca totusi ea a avut dreptate? Daca exista suflete pereche? Oare eu l-am gasit sau l-am alungat candva cu indiferenta?!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4719980468879294186?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4719980468879294186/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/liviu-rebreanu-adam-si-eva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4719980468879294186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4719980468879294186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/liviu-rebreanu-adam-si-eva.html' title='Liviu Rebreanu - Adam si Eva'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2582300328764082363</id><published>2008-10-12T00:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:18:21.445+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Pasarea Colibri - Lantul coliviilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxfg5UOIl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxfg5UOIl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ce te zbati tu fratioare&lt;br /&gt;Gandul e departe tare&lt;br /&gt;Si pe colivia mica&lt;br /&gt;Sade colivia mare&lt;br /&gt;Nu e chip de evadare..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2582300328764082363?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2582300328764082363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/pasarea-colibri-lantul-coliviilor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2582300328764082363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2582300328764082363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/pasarea-colibri-lantul-coliviilor.html' title='Pasarea Colibri - Lantul coliviilor'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-1555910784231327962</id><published>2008-10-11T22:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:09:21.100+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten</title><content type='html'>Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten,&lt;br /&gt;Cum te lauzi la toti sfintii,&lt;br /&gt;Da-i in scris porunca mortii&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi ia calul, nu parintii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten,&lt;br /&gt;N-asculta de toti zurliii,&lt;br /&gt;Da-i in scris porunca mortii&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi ia calul, nu copiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten,&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi mai otravi ursita,&lt;br /&gt;Da-i in scris porunca mortii&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi ia calul, nu iubita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten,&lt;br /&gt;Cum sustii in gura mare,&lt;br /&gt;Moaie-ti tocul in cerneala&lt;br /&gt;Si-nainte de culcare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-i in scris porunca mortii,&lt;br /&gt;Când si-o ascuti pumnalul,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-l infiga-n mine, Doamne,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa lase-n viata calul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiridon Popescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmjkorZz2Ts?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmjkorZz2Ts?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/4188433381219108-1555910784231327962?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/1555910784231327962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/doamne-daca-mi-esti-prieten.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1555910784231327962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/1555910784231327962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/10/doamne-daca-mi-esti-prieten.html' title='Doamne, daca-mi esti prieten'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4304395181277906418</id><published>2008-06-20T10:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:30:41.085+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Florian Pittis - Nastratin Hogea</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/cuoreblu50/e2a620c1879b82"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_e2a620c1879b82(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nastratin Hogea - Florian Pittis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio  Muzica &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-4304395181277906418?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4304395181277906418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/florian-pittis-nastratin-hogea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4304395181277906418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4304395181277906418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/florian-pittis-nastratin-hogea.html' title='Florian Pittis - Nastratin Hogea'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-8923295680246725278</id><published>2008-06-19T23:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:30:41.085+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Cleopatra Stratan - Noapte buna</title><content type='html'>De cand a aparut Cleopatra Stratan mi-a placut mult, insa in ultimul videoclip mi se pare pur si simplu superba :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoXVwJORVsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoXVwJORVsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"&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/4188433381219108-8923295680246725278?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/8923295680246725278/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/cleopatra-stratan-noapte-buna.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8923295680246725278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/8923295680246725278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/cleopatra-stratan-noapte-buna.html' title='Cleopatra Stratan - Noapte buna'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-4480473545471509337</id><published>2008-06-17T08:20:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:51:22.205+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Joe Dolan - More and more</title><content type='html'>Dupa indelungi cautari am gasit o melodie noua care-mi place mult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkLC2mj5wvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkLC2mj5wvE&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"&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/4188433381219108-4480473545471509337?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/4480473545471509337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/dupa-indelungi-cautari-am-gasit-o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4480473545471509337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/4480473545471509337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/dupa-indelungi-cautari-am-gasit-o.html' title='Joe Dolan - More and more'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-3655456498032613056</id><published>2008-06-14T15:40:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:53:54.059+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me...'/><title type='text'>Este prietena pentru ca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... mi-a mangaiat sufletul si m-a tinut de mana mereu, atunci cand mi-a fost rau, deznadejde si pustiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In poala ei m-am vindecat, marturisindu-ma de cele mai ascunse rusini si de profundele, gravele, sangerandele mele taine adunate si cladite zi cu zi. Alaturi de ea n-am simtit niciodata nevoia (umilitoare) de-a practica exercitiul prefacatoriei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fata ei mereu mi-am deschis usa inimii fara sfiala. Mi-am aratat toate toate si frumusetile pure ale gandului, fara sa-mi fie teama ca fara platosa, as putea fi ranita de moarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cu bratele deschise si sufletul cald o astept in fiecare zi. Gandul meu o imbratiseaza mereu iar inima mea e cea mai buna prietena a inimii ei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-3655456498032613056?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/3655456498032613056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-iubesc-pe-prietena-mea-pentru-ca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3655456498032613056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/3655456498032613056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-iubesc-pe-prietena-mea-pentru-ca.html' title='Este prietena pentru ca...'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-2878506698585042167</id><published>2008-06-14T10:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:31:38.718+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascult cu placere...'/><title type='text'>Morcheeba - Enjoy the ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7uMGH3kHhzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/7uMGH3kHhzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" 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;Shut the gates and sunset&lt;br /&gt;After that you can't get out&lt;br /&gt;You can see the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;Find out what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;You're open to the skyline&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to go back home&lt;br /&gt;In a garden full of angels&lt;br /&gt;You will never be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh the road is long&lt;br /&gt;The stones that you are walking on&lt;br /&gt;Have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the moonlight to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the joy of being alive&lt;br /&gt;The day that you stop running&lt;br /&gt;Is the day that you arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night that you got locked in&lt;br /&gt;Was the time to decide&lt;br /&gt;Stop chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close the door to your house&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anybody in&lt;br /&gt;It's a room that's full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;All that underneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;Face against the window&lt;br /&gt;You can't watch it fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never catch the fickle wind&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh the road is long&lt;br /&gt;The stones that you are walking on&lt;br /&gt;Have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the moonlight to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the joy of being alive&lt;br /&gt;The day that you stop running&lt;br /&gt;Is the day that you arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night that you got locked in&lt;br /&gt;Was the time to decide&lt;br /&gt;Stop chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188433381219108-2878506698585042167?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/2878506698585042167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/ascult-mereu-cu-placere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2878506698585042167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/2878506698585042167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/ascult-mereu-cu-placere.html' title='Morcheeba - Enjoy the ride'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188433381219108.post-6118290777864950425</id><published>2008-06-14T10:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:57:59.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrieri... (nu ale mele)'/><title type='text'>De ce e dragostea oarba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Demult, undeva pe pamant, s-au adunat toate calitatile si simturile omenesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand &lt;strong&gt;Plictiseala&lt;/strong&gt; a cascat pentru a treia oara, &lt;strong&gt;Nebunia&lt;/strong&gt; a propus sa se joace de-a v-ati ascunselea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intriga&lt;/strong&gt; si-a ridicat sprancenele, iar &lt;strong&gt;Curiozitatea&lt;/strong&gt; a intrebat ce joc este. &lt;strong&gt;Nebunia&lt;/strong&gt; i-a explicat si apoi a inceput numaratoarea. &lt;strong&gt;Entuziasmul&lt;/strong&gt; a luat-o la dans pe &lt;strong&gt;Euforie&lt;/strong&gt;, iar &lt;strong&gt;Bucuria&lt;/strong&gt; a executat atatea tumbe, incat chiar si Indoiala si &lt;strong&gt;Apatia&lt;/strong&gt; s-au lasat convinse. &lt;strong&gt;Adevarul&lt;/strong&gt; nu s-a ascuns, pentru ca nu avea rost de vreme ce va fi descoperit in final. &lt;strong&gt;Aroganta&lt;/strong&gt; a considerat acest joc ridicol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima care s-a ascuns a fost &lt;strong&gt;Lenea&lt;/strong&gt;, care s-a culcat in spatele celei mai apropiate pietre. &lt;strong&gt;Credinta&lt;/strong&gt; s-a inaltat spre cer, iar &lt;strong&gt;Invidia&lt;/strong&gt; s-a ascuns in umbra &lt;strong&gt;Triumfului&lt;/strong&gt;, cocotat in coroana celui mai inalt copac. Generozitatea aproape ca nu reusea sa se ascunda, fiecare loc pe care il cauta parand mai potrivit pentru un prieten de-al ei decat pentru sine. Un lac de cristal a fost locul ideal pentru &lt;strong&gt;Frumusete&lt;/strong&gt;! Scorbura unui copac? Numai buna pentru &lt;strong&gt;Rusine&lt;/strong&gt;. Rafala unui vant? Magnifica pentru &lt;strong&gt;Libertate&lt;/strong&gt;! Intr-un final a gasit si &lt;strong&gt;Generozitatea&lt;/strong&gt; un loc pentru ea: o raza de Soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neatentia&lt;/strong&gt;… a uitat unde s-a ascuns! &lt;strong&gt;Dragostea&lt;/strong&gt; s-a ascuns intr-o tufa de trandafiri. "Un milion!", a numarat Nebunia si a inceput sa caute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebunia a descoperit curand partenerele de joaca, numai &lt;strong&gt;Dragostea&lt;/strong&gt; nu putea fi gasita. O cautase pretutindeni si era aproape sa renunte, cand zari o tufa de trandafiri infloriti… Cu un tepus a inceput sa indeparteze crengutele ghimpoase, cand deodata auzi un strigat: spinii au intrat in ochii Dragostei. Nebunia nu mai stia ce sa mai fac pentru a-si cere iertare, a plans, a rugat, a implorat si chiar s-a oferit sa fie ajutor si indrumator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesta este motivul pentru care dragostea e oarba, iar nebunia o insoteste mereu…&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/4188433381219108-6118290777864950425?l=camyrosca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/feeds/6118290777864950425/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-ce-e-dragostea-oarba.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6118290777864950425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188433381219108/posts/default/6118290777864950425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camyrosca.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-ce-e-dragostea-oarba.html' title='De ce e dragostea oarba?'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18351866372019740324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scsWIJNmgao/SsJc-MO94TI/AAAAAAAAARo/r4SHx5QW_FM/S220/110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
