<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008</id><updated>2012-02-05T08:06:38.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>franturi din viata unui om</title><subtitle type='html'>orice asemanare cu realitatea e pur intamplatoare....sau pur adevarata....

orice material imi apartine..asa cum imi apartin toate franturile vietii mele.

Nici un text nu poate fi folosit fara aprobarea mea exclusiva!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1566256021130113481</id><published>2011-12-31T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:44:47.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se intampla sa plece cel ce a trecut si sa vina cel ce vom spera a fi mai bun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7pTzK_QSCA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa cred ca desi anul asta a fost un an rau se va schimba ceva si in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut o fata care m-a facut sa cred ca totul e frumos si ca ar trebui sa imi schimb anumite conceptii…. am cunoscut o femeie care mi-a schimbat cu totul viata…desi nu mai credeam ….am reusit sa vad ca exista cer senin. Iti multumesc si acum ca existi si ca zambesti! E frumos totul in jur cand zambesti tu! Esti tare frumoasa si plina de viata!  &lt;br /&gt;Am sa trec uneori prin viata si am sa ating cerul insa asa cum te simt langa mine….e dureros de frumos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca in viata lucrurile care mi se intampla doar mie sunt atat de multe…..am sa cred ca in suflet are loc doar pacea, linsitea si frumosul…si zambetul tau!....si…rasul tau superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa sper ca noul an sa imi aduca libertatea si linistea si pacea launtrica. Am sa imi doresc ca noul an sa mi te aduca aproape. Am sa cer Domnului ca noul an sa imi aduca un raset ca de clincket de clopotel….si am sa mai cer ca acest popor sa se trezeasca…deja dormim de prea mult timp. As vrea sa visez mai mult la anu…..sa fiu mai odihnit…..mai relaxat….si mai bucuros de tot ce ma inconjoara!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as mai dori ca fericrea si bunastatea sa se reverse asupra celor din jurul meu si s aii vad cum zambesc si cum sunt fericiti!&lt;br /&gt;UN NOU AN FERICIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1566256021130113481?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1566256021130113481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1566256021130113481' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1566256021130113481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1566256021130113481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-intampla-sa-plece-cel-ce-trecut-si.html' title='Se intampla sa plece cel ce a trecut si sa vina cel ce vom spera a fi mai bun!'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d7pTzK_QSCA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4302846867720032312</id><published>2011-12-24T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:09:43.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H_04WT87e8s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat putin si am gandit la ce a devenit craciunul...o alergatura dupa cu mparaturi si in final burti pline!&lt;br /&gt;...Asa ca am incropit un colind de omenie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschide usa crestine &lt;br /&gt;C-am vinit amu la tine&lt;br /&gt;S-am vinit sa colindam &lt;br /&gt;Nu sa bem si sa mancam!&lt;br /&gt;S-am vinit sa va uram&lt;br /&gt;Numa de bine ca sa dam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun Fericit si tot ce e mai bun sa se intample!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4302846867720032312?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4302846867720032312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4302846867720032312' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4302846867720032312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4302846867720032312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-stat-putin-si-am-gandit-la-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H_04WT87e8s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4290388116156526718</id><published>2011-12-11T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:16:19.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre.....mosu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HfH_rfEe-F0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Iti mai amintesti de mine?Eram atat de mic si parca visam zi de ziMa jucam zi de zi cu aceleasi jucarii invechite si credeam ca sunt cele mai superbe din lume. Aveam un trenulet de lemn atat de brut si mie mi se parea atat de complex. Rad acuma cand ma gandesc cata feerie era atunci. Visam ca o sa fie zana si o sa ma mangaie pe obraz daca eram cuminte si ca o sa imi lase sub perna bani. Ii cautam de fiecare data si nu ii gaseam…insa in credinta mea stiam ca o sa ii gasesc odata si o data. Simteam fiecare clipa cu bucurie si parca speram ca undeva in lumea asta imi e locul. Eram mic si visam la lucruri mari. Am trecut prin clipe grele si foarte grele. Am fost inocent si in acelasi timp am simtit cum e sa fii tradat si umilit. Am fost atat de jos incat de multe ori ma intreb …de ce m-am mai ridicat? Am sperat ca o sa primesc un cadou de craciun!Si inca mi sperCa el sa fie asa cum il doresc in sufletul meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4290388116156526718?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4290388116156526718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4290388116156526718' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4290388116156526718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4290388116156526718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/12/scrisoare-catremosu.html' title='Scrisoare catre.....mosu...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HfH_rfEe-F0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5394187708058450888</id><published>2011-10-25T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:03:21.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca ai plecat....te rog intoarce-te....mi-e atat de dor de tine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f-rFJrN7VfE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Am iesit din camera si am privit spre cer…..au inceput sa curga lacrimi. Nici nu mai stiu cum am reusit sa fac urmatorii pasi si cum am ajuns sa ating pamantul. Am ajuns acasa si am privit cerul din nou. era calm si era asa de frig. Am citit printre nori o durere ce incepea sa creasca si sa se adanceasca..asa cum doar ea stia. Am ramas singur in camera si priveam atat de absent la ceata care se asternea deja peste oras. Era frig si era ceata, care  mai lua si din putina vizibilitate pe care o cautam cu atata ardoare. Mi-e greu acum sa privesc cerul. Mi-e greu sa deslusesc chiar norii. E intuneric si rece. E tarziu si in fata mea umbrele se joaca asa de frumos. As vrea sa adorm si sa visez. As vrea sa privesc visul ca si o ultima imbratisare, un ultim dialog cu tine. As vrea sa pot sa te mai privesc macar o data in ochi iar imbratisarea ta sa ma mai incalzeasca macar o data. E drept…am imbatranit si eu si tu! Stii…azi ….m-am uitat in oglinda….au inceput sa imi creasca fire de par alb. Cineva imi spunea in urma cu cateva zile ca nu am fire albe prin par. Cred ca nu vedea bine, sau chiar daca el vedea …nu stia cum ma simt eu….albit impovarat de ani, de durere si de amintiri. Mi-e uneori dor sa traiesc liber fara sa citesc si sa recitesc micile mele scrisori catre nicaieri. Mi-e dor sa adorm langa tine in cladura. Mi-e dor sa iti ating buzele si sa te vad zambind, sa te simt cum te ghemuiesti langa mine, sa iti simt sanii tai care se intaresc asa de repede intre palmele mele. Mi-e dor sa te am doar pentru mine si sa te simt aproape de sufletul meu. Mi-e dor sa inchid ochii si sa te simt intrand in camera….sa stiu ca esti tu…sa imi simt rasuflarea si sa iti recunosc rasul.Nu stiu niciodata unde ai plecat si daca te vei intoarce vreodata. Te simt atat de departe si mi-e dor ochii tai, de privirea ta....de buzele tale. Mi-e dor sa te aud povestind….sa te vad cum te rosesti si cum imi zambesti strengar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5394187708058450888?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5394187708058450888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5394187708058450888' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5394187708058450888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5394187708058450888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/daca-ai-plecatte-rog-intoarce-temi-e.html' title='Daca ai plecat....te rog intoarce-te....mi-e atat de dor de tine....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f-rFJrN7VfE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2724531519026542939</id><published>2011-10-21T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:50:01.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stiu doar ca...</title><content type='html'>Cat de frumoasa esti in seara asta! Pozele tale sunt atat de reale pentru mine….mi-e greu sa recunosc…..e tot ce mi-a ramas de la tine. Niste poze aruncate acolo intr-un fisier pierdut….si niste amintiri calde. De multe ori ma gandesc ca poate ar fi mai bine sa te uit sa las sa treaca peste mine aerul si apa si gandul si amintirea…dar nu e chiar asa de simplu. Nu esti tu aceea pentru mine…insa simt ca ma reindragostesc de tine! Nu stiu de ce trece timpu asa de dureros cu mine…insa simt ca te vreau in viata mea. Nu stiu ce aduce viitorul…insa stiu ca in visele mele esti tu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2724531519026542939?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2724531519026542939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2724531519026542939' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2724531519026542939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2724531519026542939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/stiu-doar-ca.html' title='stiu doar ca...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5226249409584807128</id><published>2011-10-15T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T04:40:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand nu esti langa mine.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/anicaKGED00" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; E frig si am ajuns acasa. Erau oameni pe strada si frigul se incapatana sa persiste. Stii…ma gandeam…oara in sufletul meu era rece…sau asa doar simteam eu. Cred ca aseara te-am vazut plimbandu-te printre bancile din parc. Ma uitam lung dupa tine. As fi vrut sa fii tu cu adevarat si sa te mai vad o data, sau poate pentru ultima data. As vrea sa privesc spre cer si sa simt caldura. Mi-e frid de cateva zile…atat de frig incat nici macar plapuma pe care o folosesc noaptea nu mai poate sa incalzeasca ce a mai ramas din mine. Credeam ca o sa racesc curand. Se pare ca nu am reusit pana acuma. Oboseala si noptile nedormite isi vor face cu siguranta simtita prezenta in nasterea racelii mele viitoare….simt asta. Nici macar aseara nu am reusit sa adorm desi nu m-am mai gandit la tine. Aseara nici macar nu am visat. A fost o noapte in care am adormit tarziu si am pecetluit singuratatea. mi-e dor de vara cu caldura ei. Mi-e dor de zambetele fericite si de rasurile zglobii. Am sa adorm intr-o zis si am sa le visez. Ii multumesc Domnului ca inca mai am puterea asta. In mine se zbate o suferinta. Stiu ca exista. O simt. Mi-e dor de caldura in trupul meu, de soare. As fi vrut sa stau pe o plaja acum cu tine. Sa te tin in brate si sa te sarut.Se spune ca timpul iarta! Nu e adevarat. Timpul nu iarta nimic. Cel putin eu nu pot ierta nimic. Ma doare prea tare. Zambetul meu nu mai e acelasi iar sufletul meu parca a plecat cu tine si m-a lasat si el singur. Am sa ridic un pahar in cinstea ta! Si inca unul pentr mine. Am sa beau doar unul! Ai vrea sa stii care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5226249409584807128?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5226249409584807128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5226249409584807128' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5226249409584807128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5226249409584807128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/frig.html' title='Cand nu esti langa mine.......'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/anicaKGED00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4474835586345418445</id><published>2011-10-13T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:55:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vrea sa stii ca uneori gresesti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ENBX_v1Po1Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Cat e usor sa treci de la extaz la agonie. Probabil ca s-au scris rauri de cerneala…insa….cand asta ti se intampla tie…durerea e mare. Si stii de ce e mare? Pentru ca daca as fi gresit …..ar fi fost mai simpluUneori e simplu sa taci…alteori e mai bine sa….adormiAs vrea sa iti spun ca totul e frumos….ca inca mai este soare, insa mi-e atat de somnAs vrea sa iti spun ca tin la tine mult…si e adevarat…cred ca stii deja asta….insa stiu ca nu iti pasaAs vrea sa ma privesti in ochi sa vezi ca sunt sincer. As vrea sa iti ating buzele sa vezi ca sunt real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4474835586345418445?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4474835586345418445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4474835586345418445' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4474835586345418445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4474835586345418445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-vrea-sa-stii-ca-uneori-gresesti.html' title='As vrea sa stii ca uneori gresesti...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ENBX_v1Po1Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8964060447494398883</id><published>2011-10-08T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:01:06.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daca decizia ar fi a mea....</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpmaFKW5vqU&amp;feature=player_embeddedLost (Kayıp)The clouds have been painted pathetic blackThese coy rains are crying for the two of usMy hope has diminished, time is going onSeparation is the master, we, the lovers, are its slavesYour hands got pale in my palmsIt was a wounded timid birdIt fluttered and flew because of an ended loveI wish I could say "May your way be open/Goodbye"But my throat is knotted, my words are lostI won't love anyone else again throughout my lifeBecause my heart is lost in this bodyThe angels will come down from white heavensTheir prayers, their wishes; they will protect youBut I will be scattered every day with your yearningIn the faraway lands of this loveWe are an incompleted story from now onWe are walking on separate pathsThat's life...Like a vagrant wind, you blew to the faraway placesI will live with a wilted rose in my heart for yearsIf that's living!Sleeping at separate nights,We will wake up in separate mornings from now onThinking that the faults are love,We will be consoled with different skins in vainAnd we will be injured secretlyKeep in mind thatI will keep the best place for your memoryIn my messed up heart garden,With strings of melancholies in my hair,With diminishing suns in my eyes,I will always wait for you in this cityIn order that you may come back some dayTake care of yourself, you beloved!Take care of yourself, you the most loved!Daca asta e un mesaj....cu siguranta inima mea e zdrobita! vreau sa dorm sa pot zbura...vreau sa zbor sa pot ierta inima franta ce nu poate sa mai bea din pocalul de somn al unor vise pierdute intr-un etern foc ce mistuie incet, incet sufletul meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8964060447494398883?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8964060447494398883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8964060447494398883' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8964060447494398883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8964060447494398883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/daca-decizia-ar-fi-mea.html' title='daca decizia ar fi a mea....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6262900576073978516</id><published>2011-10-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:05:17.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..sa te ating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BAo8ukIkxns" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Am presimtit inca de aseara ca a inceput sa ploua.Am simtit azi dupa mult timp cum picaturile de ploaie imi curgeau pe fata. Stii…nu credeam ca o sa fie asa…Am inceput iarasi sa scriu pe un perete pe care apa il uda si atunci cand termin de scris o poezie…ea se sterge in mod ciudat. Am zis de multe ori…nu conteaza pentru ca ea ramane in capul meu..o sa o tin minte toata viata! Insa…..nu e asa….deja am uitat o gramada de versuri din ea. Mi-e mila de penelul meu..care parca suspina in urma ploii. Uneori o ploaie nu inseamna numa picurii de ploaie. Uneori si tunetul ma sperie…..iar fulgerele imi brazdeaza fata cu lumina lor. Nu are sa imi fie frica…sa stii! Tot ce ma doare insa…..e departarea. Si stii ce departare? Nu aceea cu trenu…ci aceea din suflet!Am sa adorm azi si stiu ca ploaia ma va insoti cu sunetul ei stingher. Am sa ma simt iarasi singur cum ma simteam odata demult. Amintirile acelei perioade erau insa intunecate…..acestea noi….sunt luminoase. Multumesc pentru ele!Dimineata ma voi trezi inconjurat de apa, oar patul meu va pluti pe o mare fara margini. La inceput os a rad….apoi am sa ma adancesc iarasi intr-un somn in care am sa te visez si am sa ating o stea….o stea pe care am vazut-o in miazazi. Era stralucitoare si emotionata. Era rece si albastruie. Era a mea si eu nu stiam. Acum insa…ploaia e rece. Din ce in ce mai rece. Si e uda. Au aparut si lacrimile insa….de data asta…sunt lacrimi reci. Mi-e mila de apa. A inceput sa imi fie mila.Am sa zbor iarasi in vis pe un taram cald si acolo are sa ma incalzeasca imagine ta. Pentru ca acolo esti calda si frumoasa. Acolo in inima muntilor ai nsite ochi superbi, iar buzele tale sunt atat de imbietoare. Mi-e dor de tine iubito. Am sa alerg in vis sa te ating….atat mi-a mai ramas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6262900576073978516?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6262900576073978516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6262900576073978516' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6262900576073978516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6262900576073978516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/sa-te-ating.html' title='..sa te ating...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BAo8ukIkxns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8364466948692457004</id><published>2011-10-06T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:49:17.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amintire din vis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nOwztHTEkgg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Ma simt mic si neputincios. Ma simt lipsit de aer si fiecare clipa care trece ma impiedica sa respir. Ma duce putin cate putin mai aproape de momentul in care lipsit de suflare voi varsa iarasi o lacrimaMi-e dor sa zambesc si sa simt ca incepi sa razi si sa ma saruti. Credeam ca voi zbura deasupra norilor, insa a inceput iarasi sa ploua la fereastra mea. Timpul va trece si frunzele care cad se vor asterne intr-un covor ruginiu si vor rade si ele de lacrimile mele care vor cadea pe un parchet satul si el. Cred ca uneori e momentul s ao iau din loc….si sa plec departe de tot si de toate, acolo unde nimeni nu ma stie…acolo unde pot sa zbor linistit prin gandurile mele. Am sa zambesc si am sa privesc iarasi cum ploaia imi va spala fara si ma va face sa rad si sa racesc. Am sa simt cu fiecare stranutare a mea sanatatea ta, am sa vad in orice ochi frumusetea ochilor tai…si am sa visez noaptea sarutarea ta.Vreau sa adorm….Doamne cat imi doresc asta…Vreau sa simt in somn ca vii si ca ma saruti…si atunci cand ma trezesc sa te vad langa mine zambind. Sa iti simt mana calda care ma mangaie si imbratisarea ta calda. Vreau sa simt cand ma strangi mai tare in brate si sfarcurile tale cum ma impung pline de dorinta. Vreau sa aud repiratia ta si vreau sa te miros asa cum esti cand esti a mea. Vreau sa ating fiecare parte a corpului tau si sa te iau cu mine in zbor. Vreau sa te simt in inima mea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8364466948692457004?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8364466948692457004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8364466948692457004' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8364466948692457004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8364466948692457004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/anmintire-din-vis.html' title='amintire din vis'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nOwztHTEkgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-115450375879755744</id><published>2011-10-06T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:44:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri aiurea</title><content type='html'>Simt ca in lipsa ta cerul e mai sarac. Luminile au inceput sa para palide si parca lumina e mai rece. Aud un susur de izvor si simt ca durerea de cap dispare incet, incet. Am vazut azi o femeie frumoasa care mi-a zambit. Uneori viata trece pe langa tine si uneori iti zambeste. Asteptam azi sa vina pauza de masa si m-am trezit visand. M-am trezit luat pe sus de gandurile mele si purtat catre o zona in care nu mai era durere. Am inceput sa uit de cotidianul care ma amareste cu deceptii si promisiuni mincinoase…cu nesiguranta zile de maine si cu sclavismul mizeriei umane.In mintea mea se intampla de multe ori minuni care nu isi mai ating realizarea. As vrea sa te intreb de ce?Copacii incep sa isi atinga culoarea ruginie. E trist si parca sta sa ploua. Curand va veni si anotimpul lacrimilor mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-115450375879755744?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/115450375879755744/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=115450375879755744' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/115450375879755744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/115450375879755744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/10/ganduri-aiurea.html' title='ganduri aiurea'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5536009394143532560</id><published>2011-09-26T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:24:06.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristetea mea ciudata</title><content type='html'>Uneori mi-e somn, alteori imi e ciuda. Am sa risc intrebandu-ma pe mine insumi de ce afara ploua. Am sa ridic o cortina si am sa fiu inca o data actor in propriul meu rol. Si am sa plang. apoi, am sa rad……si in final cand voi fi iarasi in locul meu…am sa plang din nou. Am sa ma afund iarasi in fotoliul meu…si lumanarea aceea rosie pe care o tin langa mine…va lumina asa incet peste umbrele trecutului si peste norii din viitor…iar paharul de vin va intregi betia amurgurilor tarzii si va licari in diminetile insorite pierdute sub amenintarea somnului. Vreau sa citesc o carte in care sa ma regasesc. Stiu, stiu…va trebui sa mi-o scriu singur insa, cred ca e prea devreme…sunt putine pagini…sau sunt prea concentrate, si va trebui sa le diluez cu puterea lacrimilor mele.Am sa fac baie gol intr-un rau de speranta. Am sa simt cum firul rece al dezamagirilor imi va strapunge picioarele si sangele va inrosi apa din jurul meu.Am sa simt in dimineata in care ma voi trezi cu o betie crunta o durere in jurul inimii care va ceda si imi va opri zambetul perfid pe care viata mi-l faurise cu atat de mult stil….Am sa zambesc totusi in fata camerei….pentru ca voi trebuie sa stiti ca sunt aici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5536009394143532560?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5536009394143532560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5536009394143532560' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5536009394143532560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5536009394143532560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/09/tristetea-mea-ciudata.html' title='Tristetea mea ciudata'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7541038633270485087</id><published>2011-09-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:01:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am sa ridic odata ochii spre cer…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jCSe66pWNmc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;A inceput sa treaca un ropot de ploaie si parca sunetul nu mai era acelasi. Am visat din nou vantul acela ce se juca prin parul meu. Stii….am visat ca aveam parul lung…..am simtit ca parca eram iarasi liber si parca sunetul era acelasi. Mi-e dor de razele de lumina ce luminau fata mea cand totul era curat. Mi-e dor de ochii tai. Am vazut o licarire atat de frumoasa….si am crezut ca in sinea ta spuneai lucruri frumoase…insa de pe buzele tale nu au zburat nici povesti de dragoste…si nici macar un tacut te iubesc. Am pierdut o lacrima intr-un desert din care speram sa ies azi. Eh… e si maine o zi. Speram insa ca azi sa pot rasufla ususrat sis a ridic privirea spre cer cu pumnii ridicati: mai invinsesem inca o data! …dar nu era asa. Stiam ca la sfarsitul zilei va fi frig si totusi nu gasisem nici o plapuma sa ma incalzeasca. Stii imi spusese mama ca mai avea una veche ascunsa in pod. Am urcat sa o caut si am dat acolo de amintiri. Am zambit si am adormit intre ele. Am amintiri frumoase si stiu ca atunci cand gongul va bate pentru ultima oara….voi zambi. Stiu ca ii voi arata mamei tot ce a fost frumos in filmul meu. De multe ori imi inchipui ca o sa imi zambeasca si o sa ma stranga in brate. Acuma, insa e rece…si ma gandesc la tine. Mi-e dor sa ma tii in brate si sa imi soptesti ceva la ureche. Mi-e dor sa ma saruti asa….invers si sa razi tare……mi-e dor sa ma privesti asa printre gene….si sa ma saruti patimas. Am simtit azi ca as vrea sa te privesc cum faci dus. Vroiam sa iti vad sanii tai goi cum se intaresc atunci cand ii privesc….si vroiam sa ii simt cum ma impung si cauta sa se apropie de mine. As vrea sa privesc lumea prin ochii tai. As vrea sa simt lumea asa cum e ea, asa cum sunt eu. Si stii ce as face? Te-as saruta io primul. Te-am asteptat azi sa ma suni….am fost foarte egoist, ins aam sperat ca ma vei suna sa imi auzi vocea sis a imi spui ca ….ti-e dor de mine. Am stat pana seara tarziu treaz si m-am gandit la tine, speram sa ma suni. Am citit o carte in care zicea ca dragostea e frumoasa atunci cand simti ca pentru ea ai da tot ce ai mai de pret. M-am gandit  mult la ce am eu mai de pret in viata. Si mi-am dat seama ca nu am nimic, decat sufletul meu….si m-am gandit…..oare sa ti-l dau tie?Am sa zbor si lacrimile mele vor cadea din cer. Am sa ating un nor si ploaia din inima mea se va preface in zapada..si eu voi zambi si voi cobori jos pe pamant ca sa incerc sap rind cu limba fulgii de nea…asa cum faceam in copilarie. Am sa ii spun vantului sa bata tare ca zborul meu sa fie lin pe aripi…..si am sa simt cum el se joaca prin parul meu si imi sopteste la ureche ca nu o sa mai ploua. Am sa zambesc si am sa ii spun asa….intr-o doara….ca nu imi e frica si ca soarele va rasari curand. Am sa simt caldura primei raze de soare ce se va juca cu mine in dimineata asta. Am sa simt fiecare raza care va veni sa ni se alature…iar cand ziua  va fi acolo sus pe cer..am sa adorm imbratisat de prietenii mei, razele de soare!Oare din apa se va ridica vreodata focul? Oare zembetul se pierde in apa? Cum se vede un zambem pe sub apa?Stii ce ma intrebam eu des? De unde vine puterea..si de fapt ce inseamna puterea….si stii la ce meditam eu….la fericire…cand simti ca esti fericit…..si de ce ploaia apare atat de obsedant in viata mea….si nu intotdeauna sub forma de lacrimi. Si mai vroiam sa iit spun ceva: stii….mi-ai facut inima sa bata mai tare. As vrea sa o faci sa zambeasca si sa planga in acelasi timp….cine stie..poate iasa…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7541038633270485087?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7541038633270485087/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7541038633270485087' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7541038633270485087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7541038633270485087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/09/am-sa-ridic-odata-ochii-spre-cer.html' title='Am sa ridic odata ochii spre cer…..'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jCSe66pWNmc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4037864504970671568</id><published>2011-09-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:01:04.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CpoO6a_nMM/TmpwVcKRwFI/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-ztzw2ZUc/s1600/Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CpoO6a_nMM/TmpwVcKRwFI/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-ztzw2ZUc/s200/Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cine oare citeste o carte fara sa fie pasionat de ceea ce autorul incearca sa descrie….si asta pentru ca asa a vrut Dumnezeu sa fie ordinea lucrurilor…..stiuc a nu e cel mai bun exemplu, dar uneori imi e lene sa sterg si sa revin …sa incep ceva nou…asa ca las sa mearga de la sine ca si un exercitiu gresit…pe care nu ai chef sa il stergi.De ce oare nu sunt acum undeva intr-o zona in care sa pot privi spre cer…stiu ca as putea asa de frumos sa povestesc despre stele…si asa frumos as putea caracteriza norii…De ce oare in lume apare scanteia? De ce ploaia cade pe pamant …as vrea sa se opreasca undeva aproape de pamant….poate asa ar prinde avand si gandurile mele..Daca as putea alege o latura a unui patrulater…..as vrea sa fiu o diagonala…si stii de ce? Pentru ca e cea mai lunga. As vrea sa pot cere lumii sa ma inteleaga…dar e opierdere de vreme….as vrea sa pot sa cer o lumina care sa arda…..insa se consuma prea multa energie in lumea asta…si eu sunt asa de mic. Stii in schimb ce as vrea? As vrea sa te tin in brate…sa ma uit adanc in ochii tai si sa sper ca acolo o sa vad ceea caut. Stii ce e curios…..niciodata nu am stiu ce caut…ins aam stiu ca voi stii asta atunci cand voi gasi. Daca cerul ar putea zambi azi….cred ca norii ar disparea de frica. Daca vantul ar putea sa spun ace simte inima mea..atunci ar bate cu putere. Mi-e dor de tine…imi e frica….insa stiu ca imi e dor de tine si de zambetul tau…..de ochii tai mari si de buzele tale! Vreau sa te sarut…imi doresc asta mai mult decat orice. Nu stiu ce inseamna continuarea insa vreau sa traiesc clipa….simt ca asta imi doresc acum cel mai mult. Mi-e mila de mine si de durerile mele….mi-e mila de lacrimile care curg cateodata pe obrazul meu si de suspinele infundate in perna cand inima o ia razna…insa vreau sa dorm si sa ma trezesc in acelasi loc….in acelasi minut…si in acea secunda care sa ma faca sa zambesc…si sa ma pierd in ochii tai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4037864504970671568?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4037864504970671568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4037864504970671568' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4037864504970671568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4037864504970671568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/09/cine-oare-citeste-o-carte-fara-sa-fie.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CpoO6a_nMM/TmpwVcKRwFI/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-ztzw2ZUc/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1642612092147932889</id><published>2011-09-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:15:07.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinc ciclul...sa mai radem si noi (preluare)</title><content type='html'>Live Text: România – Franța&lt;br /&gt;Written by Mihai Radu on 06 September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;România-Franța. O să treacă și asta. Nu credem că va fi cel mai penibil moment prin care a trecut Naționala. E și o vorbă printre conducătorii de federații: s-a întîmplat și la stadioane mai mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizatorii le recomandă suporterilor să se grăbească spre stadion, pentru că în acest moment în jurul National Arena e un trafic de bilete infernal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inna va cînta în deschidere doar 2 melodii. Torje i-a dat 1000 de euro ca una dintre ele să fie “Steaua-i numai una!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traian Băsescu e prezenta la meci. Împreună cu un reprezentatnt de la Roșia Montană Gold Corporation vrea să exploateze Generația de Aur. Cu cianură, bineînțeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectatorii pot vedea, la intrarea în stadion, o plăcuță pe care scrie: “Început de Oprescu și terminat de Oprescu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergiu Nicolaescu a apărut pe stadion, pentru a filma câteva cadre cu suporterii români pentru noul lui film, Ultimul corupt. Câțiva suporteri s-au ofticat foarte tare, crezând că meciul o să fie regizat. Parcă îl auzeau pe Tătărușanu strigând: “Nu trageți la poartă, dom’ Semaca!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bănel se întreține la încălzire cu jucătorii fracezi. Ribery i-a dat 50 de euro, Benzema i-a dat 45, iar Evra nu putem spune ce i-a dat, dar sunteți băieți deștepți, crescuți în cartier, și vă dați voi seama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Săpunaru s-a rupt. Mutu juca mereu rupt, după o noapte de club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Pavel a cântat imnul României, însă pe versuri ușor modificate: “Deșteaptă-te, frumoasa mea, în noaptea asta!” Spectatorii s-au ridicat în picioare. Boc e luat pe umeri de Mircea Sandu ca să vadă și el ce se întîmplă pe teren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francezii au înțeles că Marcel Proust a cântat imnul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meciul a început. Piți a exclamat către secunzi: Zarurile au fost aruncate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratare uriașă a lui Goian. Nu se aștepta ca Bănel să centreze atât de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazonul se pare că va ceda primul. Asta e, dacă la intrarea pe teren jucătorii au ignorat plăcuța pe care scria “Nu călcați iarba!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pînă în acest moment nu înțelegem de ce a fost scos de pe teren Marcel Pavel, ar fi făcut față.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atac periculos al francezilor. Se pare că elevii lui Blanc nu au venit să se predea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tănase pierde mult timp alergînd cu mingea pînă la un jucător francez, cînd ar fi putut să-i paseze din prima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Înduioșați, suporterii francezi le cîntă românilor: Allez les Bleg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprescu face semne disperate de pe margine prin care cere schimbarea gazonului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fac valuri în tribune. Suporterii sunt avertizați să nu se aventureze prea mult în larg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jucătorii români se mișcă foarte greu. Mulți dintre ei n-ar fi luat bacul la sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portarul francez prinde mingea cu mâinile ridicate, în fața “neamțului” Marica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piți flegmează pe jos. Totuși, lui Hagi îi ieșea mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costin Lazăr e prăbușit pe gazon, după o intrare dură a unui francez. Pițurcă urlă de pe margine: Lazăre, ridică-te și mergi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;După acest meci, este posibil ca gazonul sa fie redat agriculturii, mai ales deja arat, de Bănel Nicoliță.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francezului care l-a faultat pe Lazăr i-a venit să intre în pămînt de rușine. Și asta s-a și întîmplat, profitînd din plin de calitatea gazonului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bănel e pe tot terenul. El centrează, el dă cu capul. Parcă zboară.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benzema, deposedat de anonimul Chiricheș. Sperăm că jucătorul nostru nu voia să-și păstreze anonimatul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe tabelă e în continuare 0-0, un scor care nu avantajează pe nimeni, deoarece toată lumea a pariat bani grei pe Franța.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuperare Cociș. Băiat finuț, le-a dat imediat mingea înapoi francezilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazonul e din ce în ce mai prost. Dacă îl lăsau pe Mutu să aleagă iarba, asta nu s-ar fi întîmplat niciodată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intră Bogdan Stancu, iese Lazăr. În momentul înlocuirii, Pițurcă a strigat la Costin Lazăr: Lazăre, ridică-te și ieși!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bănel l-a secerat pe Evra. El, care a arat tot terenul. Dacă mai învață și să treiere, poate să-și deschidă exploatare agricolă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca să nu vină francezii peste noi, se pare că românii au aplicat tactica terenului pârjolit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluier de final al primei reprize. Este vorba de prima repriză care s-a disputat vreodată pe National Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivu nu este prezent la meci. A luat această decizie după ce a aflat că nu se fumează pe stadion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A început a doua repriză. Francezii ar intra la noi în careu, dar le e frică să nu rămână fără portofele, la înghesuială.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franța surprinsă pe contraatac. După preluarea lui Bănel, putem spune chiar plăcut surprinsă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicoliță cade și cerșește o lovitură liberă. Arbitrul îi spune: Mâna întinsă care nu reclamă un fault nu primește nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aflat pe banca de rezerve, Pantilimon petrece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suporterii români au început să strige la francezi: “Notre poules dans votre cour.” Jucătorii lui Blanc nu par deloc deranjați.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tătărușanu prinde toate mingiile. O să-i facă el față și lui Bănel Nicoliță?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De minute bune, se joacă doar în jumătatea noastră. Probabil din cauză că gazonul e mai bun aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;După meciul ăsta e foarte probabil ca Piți să nu-l mai țină-n lot pe Stancu și să-l împrumute pentru un an la o echipă națională mai slabă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratare a lui Marica. În această seară, gazonul a fost francez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schimbare la francezi. Iese un francez și intră un african.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stancu ratează, după centrarea lui Marica. N-a fost nici măcar gol turcesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deși e suspendat, Torje a profitat de avantajul staturii și se află pentru acest meci pe teren. E copil de mingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Românii din tribune sînt la înălțime. Mai ales cei de pe ultimele rînduri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benzema, deposedat de Chiricheș. Probabil că jucătorul nostru visează să-l deposedeze și de tricou, la final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-au anunțat două minute de prelungire. 120 de secunde, cum ar spune Perversul de pe Târgu Ocna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meciul s-a terminat cu scorul de 0-0. Cum Bosnia a câștigat cu Belarus, se pare că jucătorii noștri vor urmări Campionatul European pe livetextul pesport.ro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecologiștii trag un semnal de alarmă față de găurile din stratul de gazon de pe Național Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentatorii pesport.ro, Dan Panaet,Călin Petrar și Mihai Radu, vă mulțumesc pentru atenție și vă urează o seară bună. Fără falsă modestie, livetextul nostru a fost mai interesant decât meciul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1642612092147932889?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1642612092147932889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1642612092147932889' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1642612092147932889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1642612092147932889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/09/dinc-ciclulsa-mai-radem-si-noi-preluare.html' title='dinc ciclul...sa mai radem si noi (preluare)'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1083665474717125211</id><published>2011-09-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:39:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Colt de lume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO_KaEI2UWg/TmPF0OMKz7I/AAAAAAAAASE/zI-3KzTXiYk/s1600/04092011724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO_KaEI2UWg/TmPF0OMKz7I/AAAAAAAAASE/zI-3KzTXiYk/s200/04092011724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648575858605739954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit un colt de lume….am gasit o oaza in care sa sper…o oaza inc are sa sper ca exista a fi. Am stat azi acolo. Era atat de frumos. Linistea e superba…e cald si e bine….e locul in care aici pe pamant se nasc visele care devin realitate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1083665474717125211?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1083665474717125211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1083665474717125211' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1083665474717125211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1083665474717125211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din frunze de artar se nasc idei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideile ce trec de geamandura se nasc din valuri inspumate&lt;br /&gt;Iar visele ce trec apoi de noapte&lt;br /&gt;Se sparg de amintiri, s-apoi…in soapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand vreau sa ma ridic in miez de noapte&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi stampar setea ca sa pot visa din nou&lt;br /&gt;Vin visele ca amintiri, franturi chiar rupte&lt;br /&gt;De pe taramul unei mari iubiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De voi visa s-acum in miez de noapte&lt;br /&gt;Si de in vis vei aparea subit&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca sa poti sa treci de noapte&lt;br /&gt;S-apoi ca si un astru-nchipuit&lt;br /&gt;Sa te transformi usor in fapta&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu pe lume ca sa-ti fiu iubit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de va fi ca sa visez si maine&lt;br /&gt;Si ploaia  va veni si va uda&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca acolo undeva departe&lt;br /&gt;In locu-n care cerul se desparte&lt;br /&gt;E-un soare ce va dainui, va lumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1367104233072923731?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1367104233072923731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1367104233072923731' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1367104233072923731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1367104233072923731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/09/din-frunze-de-artar-se-nasc-idei.html' title='Din frunze de artar se nasc idei'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qBj1WZ00lrM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6876312857553215978</id><published>2011-08-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:54:13.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu stii ce frumos e afara cand ploua?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VzTzp0e54P0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut ieri sa te duc cu mine….ploua si m-am gandit la tine….&lt;br /&gt;Mai tii minte cand  fugeam impreuna departe de toti si toate ca sa putem sa ne iubim sub cerul senin?&lt;br /&gt;…mi-e dor sa ma tii de mana…..sa pot sa te ating si sa iti simt tresarirea…de fiecare data era asa…nu dadeam gres niciodata:)&lt;br /&gt;Aseara te-am visat. Mi-e dor de ochii tai. Ti-am simtit cand dormeam respiratia…am vrut sa ma trezesc dar ceva ma tintuia in somn….cand m-am trezit am plans….daca ma trezeam te-as fi tras usor spre mine…si ai fi alunecat langa mine in pat. As fi vrut sa ma joc cu parul tau si sa te privesc in ochi. Stiu ca mi-ai fi zambit…asa faceai de fiecare data. Te cunosc asa de bine incat daca ai pleca din viata mea tot ce simt s-ar raporta la tine…si stii ce e trist…nimic nu poate sa inlocuiasca golul…nici macar vreuna din femeile care le vad zi de zi&lt;br /&gt;Vantul batea azi trist printre frunzele copacului de langa geam..asa a inceput ploaia…si picurii ei cadeau pe geamul meu la inceput incet si parca se tanguiau si iti rosteau numele cu fiecare picatura, apoi au inceput sa brazdeze geamul si parca lacrimi tot mai grele curgeau. Am simtit ca e rece afara si ca in sufletul meu se creea deja un gol. As fi vrut sa te sun….macar vocea sa ti-o aud si sa iti spun ca…sunt atat de singur fara tine. Am pus man ape telefon dar am inceput sa tremur..ma gandeam daca e bine…daca nu te-as fi tras in spate….daca nu cumva viata ta ar fi mai calma fara mine…..si eu….te tin..te tin inca in spate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea sa zbor la tine sa iti spun tot ce imi tine inima inca calda…tot ce ma face sa nu dorm noaptea si daca as putea sa strang in brate…..stii cand ai trecut pe la mine si ti-am simtit respiratia deasupra mea…..as vrea sa cred ca m-ai sarutat….daca as fi putut te-as fi tras incet langa mine…..si te-as fi privit in ochi….ai fi zambit:) stiai ca ai ochi frumosi? Si atat de calzi…mi-e dor de ei si de tine…mi-e dor sa te strang in brate si sa ma pierd in ochii tai..sa simt ca o sa ma afund intr-o mare capruie:) &lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te simt langa mine si sa imi afund mana in parul tau…..sa te trag usor spre mine si sa iti ating buzele….sa simt caldura lor sa te musc incet si apoi sa te sarut usor sa pot simti ca de atatea ori un val de racoare si de bucurie….apoi sa ma afund intr-un sarut care sa nu se mai termine…sa incep sa te simt zvagnind langa mine iar geamatul tau de placere sa ma faca sa tresar…sa ma trezesc si sa iti ating coapsele si sa te trag spre mine…..sa iti ating atat de usor………..si apoi sa ma trezesc fericit langa tine…sa iti simt inima batand si sa iti mai vad o data zambetul dulce….&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit az dimineata si vroiam sa beau apa sa imi stampar setea….am buat apa insa mi-am adus aminte de tine. Vino in bratele mele si lasa-te purtata de val….acolo unde se rupe valul …voi fie eu….sa te prind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6876312857553215978?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6876312857553215978/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6876312857553215978' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6876312857553215978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6876312857553215978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-stii-ce-frumos-e-afara-cand-ploua.html' title='Tu stii ce frumos e afara cand ploua?'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VzTzp0e54P0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3090872663520827519</id><published>2011-08-29T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:01:02.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN "U" PE PIEPT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UN "U" PE PIEPT&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwuVcSTKEaw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultimele zile, cu totii privesc spre corectitudinea aparitiei franarilor pe un stadion universitar, insa putini se gandesc la noi, la dusul rece ce il primim zilnic, si cand vorbesc de noi..ma refer la suporteri, cei care departe de condei si de calificarea personala suntem simpli sustinatori ai unei echipe. Universitatea Cluj ne ia totul si ne da totul. Precum o fata morgana ne ia in mrejele sale vineri si ne lasa lunea in agonie…sau in extaz intru speranta unui weekend mai bun. De ceva vreme weekendurile s-au transformat intr-un countdown pana la intoarcerea acasa, un moment mult-asteptat care ar trebui sa fie unul fericit. Se pare ca cineva nu vrea sa ne lase in pace, cineva in frustrarea sa extraordinara ne vrea rapus pana si sufletul, iar dupa cum ziceam..nimeni nu se gandeste la ce e in sufletul nostru….de ce avem ura in suflet fata de franari…de ce uram acei conducatori de osti care parca lupta in straie muieresti impotriva unor spartani  plini de mandrie.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau, dar nu pot sa concep ideea unei prostitutii de asa natura. Nu pot sa concep un politic pe care il stim asa de murdar, care sa se implice si in minunea aia de rai, un loc loc in care inima incepea sa bata mai tare cand eram pusti si apoi avea sa planga sau sa rada la marile meciuri, indiferent de liga in care juca Universitatea Cluj. Unde erau atunci acei ciudati suporteri ai unei echipe fara tara, a unei echipe care este huiduita pentru ca nu castiga un meci de fotbal,  galerie care nu are identitate? Pe unde se ascund sobolanii dintr-o galerie care primeste bani sac ante sis a isi sustina echipa, adica sa faca ceva pentru care noi visam o saptamana intreaga…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum, politica asta ordinara sa vina la mine? Sunt un om pentru care simplu fapt ca o sa imi pot duce copilul in templul fotbalului clujean si sa ii transmit suflul mai departe inseamna totul. Nu, draga domnule politician, nu o sa accept prostitutia ta! Niciodata!! Nu o sa accept sa imi transformi raiul la care am visat atat de mult intr-o lupta politica! Nu o sa accept sa terfelesti raiul meu cu diavoli impielitati! Mai bine voi lupta cu mana, cu mintea, cu sufletul si cu vorba, si chiar de imi voi pierde corpul pentru ca sufletul nu va fi al tau niciodata. Imi voi face o sfanta cruce si apoi voi porni la lupta asa cum au facut-o stramosii mei,  intr-o lupta pe viata si pe moarte de a lasa niste huni…niste vandali sa imi contropeasca inima, sufletul si micul meu rai. Acolo este viata mea, acolo de va fi, si pentru ea …sa mor as vrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACA TREBUIE SA LUPTAM O FACEM CU INIMA DESCHISA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca voi credeti ca asa trebuie...o facem!!! Nu pentru noi, ci pentru istorie Nu as vrea sa scrie istoria ca am capitulat in fata acelor hortisti care ne-au batjocorit neamu. O facem pentru stramosii nostri si pentru copii nostri! Inca stim sa luptam si avem de partea noastra iubirea pentru "U" cel sfant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de va fi sa mor, &lt;br /&gt;eu voi lupta plangand &lt;br /&gt;sa apar lumea &lt;br /&gt;de mormoloci ca voi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN "U" PE PIEPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACA VRETI RAZBOI...ATUNCI ASA SA FIE!&lt;br /&gt;SA NE SCULAM CU TOTI SI SA VA DAM ROBIE!&lt;br /&gt;DE-AICI INCOLO SA FITI UITATI IN ANI O MIE&lt;br /&gt;SI DE VA FI CA SA CERSITI DUREREA&lt;br /&gt;SABIA SA CADA CACI E A DOMNULUI PUTEREA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI NOI LUPTAM PENTRU CE-I SFANT IN LUME&lt;br /&gt;SI NU CADEM IN FATA NIMANUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI DACA VOUA VI SE PAR ACESTEA...GLUME&lt;br /&gt;LASATI-NE SA V-ARATAM ADEVARATUL NOSTRU NUME&lt;br /&gt;UN NUME DE VITEJI...SI DE ROMANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3090872663520827519?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3090872663520827519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3090872663520827519' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3090872663520827519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3090872663520827519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='UN &quot;U&quot; PE PIEPT'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BwuVcSTKEaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1153325446992702457</id><published>2011-08-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:42:01.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"niste oameni...acolo si ei...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Adrian Paunescu - Repetabila povara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="448" height="386"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/an22ro/48c3fb9a6ece27.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;param name="flashvars" value="username=an22ro&amp;hash=48c3fb9a6ece27&amp;color=0x98ddeb"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/an22ro/48c3fb9a6ece27.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="386" flashvars="username=an22ro&amp;hash=48c3fb9a6ece27&amp;color=0x98ddeb" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/muzica" title="muzica"&gt;  Vezi  mai multe  video    din   muzica &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trecut vremea si parca am imbatranit putin.....putin dar indeajuns cat sa ma apuce dorul de acei oameni care mi-au schimbat viata..... "niste oameni...acolo si ei...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1153325446992702457?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1153325446992702457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1153325446992702457' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1153325446992702457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1153325446992702457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/08/niste-oameniacolo-si-ei.html' title='&quot;niste oameni...acolo si ei....&quot;'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7398141551562174796</id><published>2011-07-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:52:54.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lacrimi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UBzd79EGxng" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am lacrimat azi.....credeam ca viata merge inainte si ne face sa uitam lucrurile care dor. uneori imi e dor de tot ce era pe vremuri....si imi dau lacrimile....azi..mi-am adus aminte de tine prieten drag...de fapt...piesa ta preferata m0a facut sa plang......odihneste-te in pace prieten drag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7398141551562174796?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7398141551562174796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7398141551562174796' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7398141551562174796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7398141551562174796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/07/lacrimi.html' title='lacrimi....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UBzd79EGxng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4975650954134255378</id><published>2011-07-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:04:22.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...mi-e dor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kbjIci5cGvY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de casa....de mama ...de tata......si am cazut in amintiri.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4975650954134255378?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4975650954134255378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4975650954134255378' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4975650954134255378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4975650954134255378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-e-dor.html' title='...mi-e dor....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kbjIci5cGvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2141412249092075254</id><published>2011-07-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:19:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ploaia....</title><content type='html'>azi.....am alergat in ploaie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hImhtOJtEmU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...am fugit azi si parca te cautam...am stat in ploaie si te-am asteptat....stiam ca nu o sa mai apari...dar era asa de bine...era o ploaie calda de vara....era frumos afara....si parca as fi vrut sa te tin in brate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...acum....e liniste....atat de liniste in jurul meu...incat parca am iesit in natura...si tot ce e in jur e creeat din respiratia mea....visez si parca prin caldura asta...simt cum o raceala imi razbate deasupra buzelor...ma intrebam...oare esti tu...as vrea sa cred ca da....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..azi am cantat putin si desi imi era dor....m-am gandit la un prieten drag...au inceput sa curga lacrimile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ma simt iarasi singur...insa mult mai sigur pe mine...credeam ca imi lipseste putin din acel ceva.....si paote ca da....insa a inceput sa ploo iarasi...si de aceasta data...e o ploaie calda....si cinstit sa fiu..ma gandesc si acum:  e de bine oare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2141412249092075254?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2141412249092075254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2141412249092075254' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2141412249092075254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2141412249092075254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/07/ploaia.html' title='ploaia....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hImhtOJtEmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4480150033815434791</id><published>2011-06-29T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:32:24.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...mi-e dor....</title><content type='html'>E rece in mijlocul verii. Simt cum aerul asta rece incepe sa ma cuprinda intr-o imbratisare. Stii ce mi-e frica? Sa nu devina din ce in ce mai prezenta raceala in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de ganduri curate….mi-e dor de linistea sufleteasca care sa ma iubeasca. Si stii ce imi lipseste mult? Un zambet cald….un sarut incetisor….si o prindere in brate.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa dansez un blues…. Sa visez cu ochii deschisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor sa plec undeva departe de tot si de toate….sa respire aer curat si linistit…..sa pot sa ma intind in iarba si sa adorm…sa visez si sa pot sa ma trezesc linistit…sa pot sa beau apa si sa ma bucur de fiecare inghititura a minunii apei de izvor….simt ca mor incet…putin cate putin departe de tot si toate. As vrea sa zambesc si chiar sa rad iarasi…..as putea oare sa o fac?? O sa mai fie liniste si fericire? Cel putin acum vreau sa dorm…..sa dorm si apoi sa adorm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vlLNUZawp1k" 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/3611727550231001008-4480150033815434791?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4480150033815434791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4480150033815434791' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4480150033815434791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4480150033815434791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/06/mi-e-dor.html' title='...mi-e dor....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vlLNUZawp1k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5845338275579990909</id><published>2011-06-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:34:06.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/axS8s2NIRIY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Doamne daca ai dat lacrimile...te rog lasa-ma sa plang....durerea e asa precum e desertul cand e fierbinte.&lt;br /&gt;.....da-mi Doamne putina apa sa pot sa imi astampar setea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca as putea.....as plange....dar Doamne as vrea sa o tin in brate......sa o sarut sa o mangai. mi-e dor de ea.....mi-e dor de imbratisarea ei...de buzele ei....si de rasul ei....acum realizez cat de mult o iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi Doamne o adiere de vand sa pot sa imi reumplu plamanii cu aer ca sa pot sa mai cant o data&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5845338275579990909?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5845338275579990909/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5845338275579990909' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5845338275579990909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5845338275579990909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/axS8s2NIRIY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4902069962272836277</id><published>2011-05-29T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:17:14.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daca ai putea sa intelegi iubirea....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W0DEPuWg1Aw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;1.  De aş grăi în limbile oamenilor şi ale îngerilor, iar dragoste nu am, făcutu-m-am aramă sunătoare şi chimval răsunător.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Şi de aş avea darul proorociei şi tainele toate le-aş cunoaşte şi orice ştiinţă, şi de aş avea atâta credinţă încât să mut şi munţii, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu sunt.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Şi de aş împărţi toată avuţia mea şi de aş da trupul meu ca să fie ars, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu-mi foloseşte.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dragostea îndelung rabdă; dragostea este binevoitoare, dragostea nu pizmuieşte, nu se laudă, nu se trufeşte.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Dragostea nu se poartă cu necuviinţă, nu caută ale sale, nu se aprinde de mânie, nu gândeşte răul.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Nu se bucură de nedreptate, ci se bucură de adevăr.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Toate le suferă, toate le crede, toate le nădăjduieşte, toate le rabdă.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Dragostea nu cade niciodată. Cât despre proorocii - se vor desfiinţa; darul limbilor va înceta; ştiinţa se va sfârşi;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Pentru că în parte cunoaştem şi în parte proorocim.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Dar când va veni ceea ce e desăvârşit, atunci ceea ce este în parte se va desfiinţa.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Când eram copil, vorbeam ca un copil, simţeam ca un copil; judecam ca un copil; dar când m-am făcut bărbat, am lepădat cele ale copilului.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Căci vedem acum ca prin oglindă, în ghicitură, iar atunci, faţă către faţă; acum cunosc în parte, dar atunci voi cunoaşte pe deplin, precum am fost cunoscut şi eu.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Şi acum rămân acestea trei: credinţa, nădejdea şi dragostea. Iar mai mare dintre acestea este dragostea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4902069962272836277?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4902069962272836277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4902069962272836277' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4902069962272836277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4902069962272836277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/05/daca-ai-putea-sa-intelegi-iubirea.html' title='daca ai putea sa intelegi iubirea....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W0DEPuWg1Aw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2929140165863082865</id><published>2011-05-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:50:03.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as vrea.......sau as fi vrut</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O1eOsMc2Fgg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....as fi vrut sa cant....sa iti spun cat de dor imi e de ea....sa iti spun ca o iubesc si ca printre lacrimi o sarutam....as fi vrut sa iti spun ca mi-e dor de ea....ca as vrea sa o sarut....si sa o strang in brate...as vrea....as fi vrut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma simt inecat si rapus de propriile ego0uri..de propriile momente de sinceritate....si de incapatanarea mea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa urlu si sa spun ....dar linistea e atat de frumoasa ca sa o stric eu cu tampeniile sufletului meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2929140165863082865?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2929140165863082865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2929140165863082865' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2929140165863082865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2929140165863082865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vreasau-as-fi-vrut.html' title='as vrea.......sau as fi vrut'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O1eOsMc2Fgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3392263329834840684</id><published>2011-05-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:17:24.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange-ma in brate ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xk5qMXXRtiw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca deschid ochii si privesc in zare….revine ceata….am incercat sa ii inchid si sa ma gandesc la tine. Daca tu pleci…in zare ar putea sa ploo….ar putea sa ploo si atunci crede-ma ca as vrea mai mult sa imi tin ochii inchisi. As vrea sa ma tii in brate si sa te visez….sa iti mangai ochii….sa te sarut….incet incet…incat sa mi se para o eternitate…as vrea sa ma tii in brate si asa cu ochii inchisi sa rememorez cand faceam dragoste…cand te sarutam si cand te tineam in brate…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca visele ar pleca dintre noi as stii cu siguranta ca ai plecat de tot din viata mea….asa insa imi raman amintirile…si speranta ca vreodata te vei intoarce zambind iarasi….iti voi putea atinge parul sit e voi saruta pana cand respiratia mea nu ar mai conta. Daca pleci din viata mea…te rog sa iei cu tine putin din inima mea….e partea ta..o meriti…..strange-ma in brate te rog si nu imi spune nimic….nu vreau sa te uit niciodata……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca lacrimile ar putea sa stearga timpul….as plange o zi intreaga. …daca vrei sa pleci…te rog sa imi lasi linistea si frumusetea ta….sa imi fie prieteni de aici incolo. Daca pleci te rog sa iei cu tine numerotarea timpului….sa ma las sa traiesc aceasta clipa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prinde-ma in brate si lasa-ma sa adorm la pieptul tau…si daca vreodata vei vrea sa vii in bratele mele…..vor fi deschise intotdeauna…..daca pleci….te rog lasa-mi mie vara pe care nu am avut-o niciodata. Daca tu pleci..te rog sa imi lasi mie lacrimile si durerea ta…..te rog doar sa ma tii in brate….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange-ma in brate si uita impreuna cu mine….. o clipa…… de tot ce te inconjoara&lt;br /&gt;Strange-ma in brate si lasa vantul sa treaca prin pletele tale de aici incolo…&lt;br /&gt;Strange-ma in brate si lasa ploaia sa verse lacrimile mele pe obrazul tau&lt;br /&gt;Strange-ma in brate si lasa-ma sa te iubesc….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3392263329834840684?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3392263329834840684/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3392263329834840684' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3392263329834840684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3392263329834840684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/05/strange-ma-in-brate.html' title='Strange-ma in brate ......'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xk5qMXXRtiw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5267953993993788518</id><published>2011-04-29T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:30:49.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TIXEgckf16Y" 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/3611727550231001008-5267953993993788518?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5267953993993788518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5267953993993788518' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5267953993993788518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5267953993993788518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TIXEgckf16Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6509141984041136966</id><published>2011-04-29T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:56:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daca ai putea sa intelegi......ai zambi cel putin</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tyrpevdwj3I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ridicat privirea din pamant…era ceata si inca ploua….am inchis ochii si lacrimi au curs spre pamant. Era tarziu in noapte..desi nu mai vedema lumina simteam asta….&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit sa ma plimb pe acea plaja ce parka nu se mai sfarsea….se apropia vara si incepea sa fie cald…apa devenea placuta la atingere…am lasat sa curga printer degete valurile ei…..era placut….simteam ca ma imbratisai…era bine…am inceput sa ma gandesc la tine….la noi…si am oftat…..nici nu mai stiu pe unde esti….mi-ar fi placut sa iti mai spun macar o data: BUNA….sa iti ating buzele si iti mangai fata si sa te sarut lung…simteam insa ca nu esti acolo…si mai mult….ca nu mai erai a mea. &lt;br /&gt;Simteam nevoia sa beau ceva….sa imi sting setea care ma cuprindea de cateva zile… &lt;br /&gt;Am citit demult undeva ca atunci cand ti-e sete nu e bine sa bei……ce curios…..mie imi era sete….in mana aveam o sticla de apa…si nu stiam ce sa fac…am zambit…..si atunci mi-am adus aminte iarasi de tine….esti inca frumoasa…stiu…te-am vazut…mi-a incremenit inima cand te-am zarit….esti inca superba…..si inca ochii tai licaresc atat de sensual. Nu stiu de ce….dar….imi e dor de tine….poate ca intradevar cuvintele mele de dragoste erau adevarate……stiu ca traiam intr-o stare de emotie….nu stiam daca sentimentele mele sunt acelea pe care le simteam..si totusi iti destainuiam cat de mult te iubeam….apoi am ajuns sa fiu sigur…..sa fiu fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Se zice ca atunci cand iubesti…trebuie sa lasi…&lt;br /&gt;Eu…nu am lasat nimic….am simtit cum ai fugit si ai lasat in urma ta un gol…..e decizia ta…raman cu iubirea…..&lt;br /&gt;……era deja rece si apa marii incepea sa urce mai sus pe piciorul meu…i-am zambit…stiam ca ma anuntase ca trebuia sa plec de acolo….insa ceva ma retinea….ceva ma tragea inapoie…era timpul….&lt;br /&gt;Stateam tolanit in fotoliu si inca aveam apa aceea in mana….am decis sa beau din ea…..&lt;br /&gt;Stii ce bine era sa nu mai simt setea aceea agasanta&lt;br /&gt;Afara incepea sa ploua…era frig si incet incet imi venea somnul….era un somn mincinos….dar am decis sa adorm…speram sa mai visez inca la caldura……adormisem…..si am inceput sa visez frumos……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6509141984041136966?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6509141984041136966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6509141984041136966' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6509141984041136966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6509141984041136966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/04/daca-ai-putea-sa-intelegiai-zambi-cel.html' title='daca ai putea sa intelegi......ai zambi cel putin'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tyrpevdwj3I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5737267796228270450</id><published>2011-04-16T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:58:37.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...de ce mai dor ranile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-rluhh-zETQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea sa alerg pana la nori…as face-o cu bratele deschise…as vrea sa inalt spre cer privirea si sa vad un alb calm si plin de iubire….as vrea sa ma simt in siguranta si fericit. Stiu ca ajuns acolo o voi intalni pe mama mea….ea e acolo si se gandeste la mine…..vai Doamne cat de tare dor imi e de ea…..de vorba ei buna si de magaierea ei calda pe obraz…..stii…atunci imi treceau toate supararile….si stii Doamne ca ea era ingerul tau pe pamant….poate daca ea nu ar fi fost in viata mea…..cine stie cat de greu imi era…cine stie unde as fi fost acuma….undeva inchis intr-un colt….departe de caldura….intr-un rece constant si intunecat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5737267796228270450?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5737267796228270450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5737267796228270450' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5737267796228270450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5737267796228270450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title='...de ce mai dor ranile....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-rluhh-zETQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1699718920970541765</id><published>2011-03-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:07:06.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>tot ce pot sa spun azi e atat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca iubesc realmente piesa asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iHXGn0pjAGw" 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/3611727550231001008-1699718920970541765?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1699718920970541765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1699718920970541765' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1699718920970541765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1699718920970541765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iHXGn0pjAGw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7726355420825833382</id><published>2011-02-25T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:20:58.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>din ce in ce mai singur....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grGTUgnoU-U/TWfy9mrU69I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wyfUlGURgY0/s1600/singur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grGTUgnoU-U/TWfy9mrU69I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wyfUlGURgY0/s200/singur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577693803689864146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...am ramas singur....imi era frica de asta....acum sunt singur de tot....mi-e frica si ma simt atat de mic..mi-e dor de o imbratisare. O prietena buna de-a mea la care tin mult, imi zicea odata....ca un om pentru a putea trai....are nevoie de cateva imbratisari pe zi...hmm...as fi completat-o atunci ....sau macar una ca sa poata supravietui&lt;br /&gt;Am rams atat de singur incat imi e mila de mine insumi. i-am pierdut pe toti.....s-au dus de langa mine. e atat de frig cand esti singur...e frig si gandurile rele te inconjoara..de mute ori am zis ca nu ii inteleg pe cei care se sinucid....sa stii...ca incep sa ii inteleg....e o alegere atat de usoara...Doamne ....daca toate ar fi asa de usoare... am vrut sa ma sinucid mai demult...insa am privit viata ca o confruntare din care indiferent cum ies...trebuie sa o fac cu capul sus..indiferent de ce se intampla in jurul meu. e asa de usor sa ma plang ...imi plang singur de mila......singur pentre straini...nimeni nu mai e cine vrea sa apara.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de mama....de vocea ei calma...de imbratisarea ei si de mangaierea ei fina pe obrazul meu de fiecare data cand sufeream. Mi-e dor de tine mama..as vrea sa fii aici langa mine...mi-ar fi mult mai usor...vorbele tale m-ar linisti...si poate as putea sa adorm putin..macar putin...linistit....pentru ca imi doresc liniste mama....am si uitat de cand m-a ocolit linistea....am si uitat de vremea cand eram impacat cu mine insumi si cu cei din jur...stii mama....ti-am ascultat sfaturile...si nici acum nu ma indoiesc de spusele tale. mi-ai zis sa iubesc oamenii mama...dar e atat de greu...sunt atat de rai....m-au facut sa sufar si pana aceia in care mi-am pus cea mai mare incredere... Mama mi-e inima mica de frica...mi-e sufletul inecat in lacrimi... Am inteles ca pana la urma nu o sa mai am familia pe care mi-am dorit-o....si ca o sa mor singur....mi-e frica de asta mama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7726355420825833382?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7726355420825833382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7726355420825833382' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7726355420825833382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7726355420825833382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/02/din-ce-in-ce-mai-singur.html' title='din ce in ce mai singur....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grGTUgnoU-U/TWfy9mrU69I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wyfUlGURgY0/s72-c/singur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4109119582945242166</id><published>2011-02-24T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:25:31.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apus de'mbratisare</title><content type='html'>am imbatranit si parca printre firele albe &lt;br /&gt;isi croiesc spre lumina si ganduri ce adorm&lt;br /&gt;inainte de a-si fi realizat visul indraznet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am simtit caldura din corpul meu care scade&lt;br /&gt;si parca din tot ce a ramas, un zambet&lt;br /&gt;incepe sa aduca caldura in sufletul meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa simt ca povara e mai grea&lt;br /&gt;si ca un capat pe care il speram aproape&lt;br /&gt;se indeparteaza in zare si ma lasa rece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am visat cum o mana micuta imi mangaia fata &lt;br /&gt;si se juca cu barba mea alba razand&lt;br /&gt;insa m-am trezit obosit...a fost un vis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e greu sa mai privesc cu ura &lt;br /&gt;catre apusul ce sta si acum sa vina&lt;br /&gt;si maine e iarasi o zare si-un zori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prinde-ma de mana si du-ma catre zare&lt;br /&gt;mai vreau sa vad apusul...si poate o raza&lt;br /&gt;mai vreau sa simt iubirea...sau paote-o'imbratisare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4109119582945242166?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4109119582945242166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4109119582945242166' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4109119582945242166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4109119582945242166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/02/apus-dembratisare.html' title='apus de&apos;mbratisare'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8053389793666738410</id><published>2011-02-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:11:22.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD ME NOW.....PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CvR18aDui8/TWatGAitK9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/af7unVUguvM/s1600/z113567093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CvR18aDui8/TWatGAitK9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/af7unVUguvM/s200/z113567093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577335507281325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simt nevoia unei imbratisari....dar stii cum as vrea sa fie? calduroasa... si plina de culoare ....as vrea sa simt dragostea..poti sa mi-o mai dai o data te rog? macar o data....mi-e dor de tine! de ochii tai....de parul tau...doamne cat de dor imi e de parul tau negru...si stii de ce mai imi e dor mie? de sarutul tau. Cand te sarutam...simteam ca lumea are parca alt inteles. Nu mai cred demult in dragoste...desi o iubesc. Nu mai vreau romance...vreau doar sa ma tii in brate....te rog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8053389793666738410?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8053389793666738410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8053389793666738410' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8053389793666738410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8053389793666738410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2011/02/hold-me-nowplease.html' title='HOLD ME NOW.....PLEASE'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CvR18aDui8/TWatGAitK9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/af7unVUguvM/s72-c/z113567093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2279678642728469107</id><published>2011-02-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:59:27.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost odata un om....a fost odata un sunet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qyTHJ40pasM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit singur intr0o lume de sunete care mai de care mai acute. e din ce in ce mai greu sa imi inchipui o viata in care Gary Moore nu va mai fi...o viata in care sunetele sale vor razbate doar din amintiri. Un rock mai sarac va rasufla peste noi....iar solourile vor fi din ce in ce mai stringente. Am vibrat odata cu acea magica chitara care se unduia in ritmul "Parisienne Walkways" si am simtit fiecare nota din "The Loner". As fi vrut sa mai avem putin bluess..sau sa mai calatorim  "Over the hills and far away" insa neinduplecata moarte ne-a rapit acel om..care a simtit cu adevarat ce inseamna rockul...sa iti spun ca iti multumesc ...sa iti spun ca nu te voi uita niciodata...si ca inima mea va tresalta la fiecare solo al tau....sunt cuvinte prea mici in fata geniului tau...am sa plang singur...si am sa las o lacrima sa atinga pamantul...am sa zambesc si am sa respect toata munca ta.&lt;br /&gt;a fost odata un om...a fost odata un sunet....care nu se va mai termina niciodata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2279678642728469107?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2279678642728469107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qyTHJ40pasM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7808302769616401711</id><published>2010-12-29T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:08:55.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o drama care uneori marcheaza vieti</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOJA8gtNdBQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/ZOJA8gtNdBQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate sa uiti e cel mai bine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7808302769616401711?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7808302769616401711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7808302769616401711' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7808302769616401711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7808302769616401711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-drama-care-uneori-marcheaza-vieti.html' title='o drama care uneori marcheaza vieti'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2567907343711220902</id><published>2010-11-21T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:45:27.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i have a dream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43yvlrNl3Xc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/43yvlrNl3Xc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si in visul asta al meu...se face ca sunt linistit.....si ca natura in jurul meu imi surade...si ca pot sa respir aer curat....si sunt calm...si...fericit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOAMNE AJUTA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2567907343711220902?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2567907343711220902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2567907343711220902' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2567907343711220902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2567907343711220902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1112910412564614078</id><published>2010-11-14T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:58:03.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQVeaIHWWck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/vQVeaIHWWck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       Nu mai pot sa dorm…..afara a inceput sa ploua….e intuneric in jurul meu si parca incepe sa imi placa. E rece si in jurul meu se vad aburii gandurilor mele care plutesc prin camera goala. Scapar un chibrit si aprind o lumanare mare si frumoasa…..e parfumata….si mirosul ei incepe sa cuprinda camera si parca incepe sa fie mai cald. E tarziu si somnul care nu mai vine ma indemna sa ies putin la aer. &lt;br /&gt; Am iesit sa respir din aerul rece. Stii…dupa ploaie…parca e mai frumos afara. Am o camara mica si poate de aceea se aeriseste repede…si aerul rece imi ingheata mainile pe chibritul care aprinde din nou lumanarea……hmm…stii ca tu mi-ai dat-o in dar? Imi aduc si acum aminte…ca am pastrat-o pana cand vom fi impreuna din nou singuri. Afara a inceput din nou sa cada o ploaie rece si marunta…..ma uit cum ploua..si imi aduc aminte de tine…era asa de cald de fiecare data cand ne plimbam prin ploaie…imi e dor de tine…imi e dor sa fugim prin ploaie …imi e dor sa iti vad buzele vinete si ochii tai care zambeau….si gura ta atat de dulce….&lt;br /&gt;Am reusit sa adorm putin ….ma gandeam la tine si te-am visat….si imi strangeai mana…in pumnul tau mic….m-ai mangaiat pe fata si m-ai sarutat incet pe buze….am inceput sa tremur…. Imi e atat de dor de tine…inima a inceput sa bata atata de tare……te simt langa mine si imi dau lacrimile….simt o adiere si atat de mult as vrea sa fie mana ta care imi mangaie fata….sarutul tau care imi acopera buzele….&lt;br /&gt;Sunt treaz…e din nou o noua zi…desi diminetile in care ma trezesc sunt devreme in noapte. Mi-a mai ramas in ceasca de aseara putin lapte…..il beau si lacrimile imi curg….pe masa, in fata mea…e o poza de-a ta…&lt;br /&gt;Afara totul e ud….simt cum din copaci cad picaturile de apa …nu am umbrella si a inceput sa ploua…..e mai bine asa….inca sper sa te pot zari fugind prin ploaie…macar o data…..macar pentru o clipa….&lt;br /&gt;Am venit si azi la tine…. Ma uit la poza care e incrustata in piatra asta gri…si rece….stinghera si parca o granita de nedepasit intre noi……esti inca frumoasa…si inca mai imi zambesti….iti trimit un sarut……..undeva departe de noi……in zare….langa un copac batran…cineva ii povesteste unui copil o poveste….acolo se mai naste o data o viata…..&lt;br /&gt; E din nou noapte si mie nu mai mi-e somn….mi-e dor de clipe, de trairi…de cuvinte……de zambet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1112910412564614078?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1112910412564614078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1112910412564614078' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1112910412564614078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1112910412564614078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/11/nu-mai-pot-sa-dorm.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6072622770111467391</id><published>2010-11-04T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:39:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fg7fPHPT6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/2fg7fPHPT6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se apropie cu atata repeziciune ziua in care ...voi mai imbatrani cu un an&lt;br /&gt;se duc clipele pe langa mine...si raman atat de multe dureri ....atat de incruntate si mai ales incrustate in sufletul meu....de multe ori uit sa rad...de multe ori ma gandesc sa dorm..sa visez...sa traiesc doar in vise...acolo lacrimile si ploaia nu vin asa des...&lt;br /&gt;...mi-e dor de un zambet..atat de mult mi-e de dor de el incat de multe ori ma trezesc plangand&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor apoi de tine mama....atat de dor incat incep sa ma simt singur de fiecare data cand ma gandesc la tine...e rece....si e frig in viata mea.....poate e din cauza iernii..sau poate e din cauza caldurii care nu mai vine in inima mea. Am devenit rau mama.....atat de rau incat nu mai zambesc....si am uitat ce inseamna fericirea....stii mama....am incercat...dar nimic nu mai e cum a fost....oamenii sunt rai...atat de rai...si frigul e din ce in ce mai patrunzator....&lt;br /&gt;...mi-e dor de noptile cand plangeam si imbratisam o perna....pentru ca atunci inca simteam....inca eram om.......&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa ploua ....si sa ma ude pana la piele....poate asa imi voi putea ascunde lacrimile care curg atat de tare in sufletul meu&lt;br /&gt;...in noptile cand frigul ma cuprinde imi place sa visez cu ochii deschisi...si imi aduc aminte de tot ce era cald...de zambete...de lacrimi de fericire....&lt;br /&gt;...as vrea sa ma plimb pe maul marii....sa aud tanguirea ei....si nisipul sa imi inconjoare picioarele....sa simt ca ma afund incet incet in el.....sa simt ca mi-e cald si visele mele sunt iarasi ce au fost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6072622770111467391?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6072622770111467391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6072622770111467391' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6072622770111467391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6072622770111467391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-apropie-cu-atata-repeziciune-ziua-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4734584920901027211</id><published>2010-10-31T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:47:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...mi-e sete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TM25woJtC8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/n6EkD4tnXJw/s1600/indian-sexy-hot-comments1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TM25woJtC8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/n6EkD4tnXJw/s200/indian-sexy-hot-comments1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534283762171186114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....trece timpul in jurul meu..simt cum viata merge inainte..mi-e frica sa nu ma lase in spate si ma zbat sa o apuc...sa o prind...sa ii mai zambesc o data. De tare mult timp nu a mai plouat...si parca totul devin sec....atat de sec incat a inceput sa imi fie sete in fiecare seara... Acum cateva nopti m-am trezit pentru ca imi era foarte sete..am baut niste apa...si nu stiu de ce...ti-am simtit prezenta in camera mea....un fior rece mi-a strabatut spinarea...si a inceput sa imi fie frig. A doua zi...te-am sunat sa vad daca mai traiesti...imi era frica sa nu te fi pierdut...desi...esti atat de departe. In continuare imi e sete...nu te mai simt pe aici...si caut insemnatatea acestui sentiment de sete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4734584920901027211?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4734584920901027211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4734584920901027211' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4734584920901027211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4734584920901027211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYw9E0bW9RE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/rYw9E0bW9RE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca vantul ar bate si furtuna ar deschide noaptea asta...ar face-o doar pentru ca e din ce in ce mai rece in anumite suflete...si pentru ca....e tarziu de tot ca sa mai poti intoarce vara din ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa simt caldura arzatoare pe obrazul meu ...as vrea sa vad cum vantul care adie usor iti ridica fusta si tu te rusinezi...as vrea sa te aud razand in hohote...as vrea sa te vad zambind si as vrea sa ma saruti...as vrea sa simt buzele tale ...as vrea sa iti simt parfumul aproape de mine....incat sa il tin minte toata noaptea....as vrea sa te tin in brate...sa te strang tare la pieptul meu si sa iti spun ca imi esti draga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu pe de-a intregul cine esti...dar stiu ca as vrea sa te sarut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5429085263542132846?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5429085263542132846/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5429085263542132846' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5429085263542132846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cuvant pe care il asterneam cuminte nu facea decat sa murdareasca puritatea existenta…..ma simteam vinovat si m-as fi oprit…insa vroiam sa spun tot ce simt sa deschid acea portita a sufletului care sa ingame: mi-e dor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6601554157408254142?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6601554157408254142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6601554157408254142' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6601554157408254142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6601554157408254142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YrLk4vdY28Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5455207285018451758</id><published>2010-09-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:36:04.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...frantura de vis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1DsOiEysPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/J1DsOiEysPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...am inceput odata sa visez si parca visele au prins putin radacini...am visat odata ca traiam un vis frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. daca ploaia ar putea sa spele din rautatea asta...si daca sufletele s-ar putea deschide precum se deschid uneori florile...cred ca visul meu ar fi devenit realitate...sau poate macar in inima mea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...daca sufar dupa visul asta? probabil ca da da nu vreau sa vad asta....daca as lasa sufletul sa planga...s-ar porni iarasi ploaia...insa am ales sa il fac sa taca acolo...singur....si poate odata va uita ....cine stie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori ma ridic din pat si raman cu ochii inchisi cateva minute.....visez...:) visez frumos....as vrea sa pot sa mai dorm putin si sa ma trezesc zambind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astept o ploaie care sa mai spele din visele mele indraznete......astept sa dorm..sperand sa pot visa ....macar ploaia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5455207285018451758?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5455207285018451758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5455207285018451758' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5455207285018451758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5455207285018451758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/09/frantura-de-vis.html' title='...frantura de vis...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1482436259414405058</id><published>2010-09-02T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:30:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TH_7SKNUfAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZC1Q2NIN1B4/s1600/sweet_dreams,_dalmatian_puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TH_7SKNUfAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZC1Q2NIN1B4/s200/sweet_dreams,_dalmatian_puppies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512400758321216514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Care mai este viața ta măi Andrei”&lt;br /&gt;Și am răspuns astfel la întrebarea prietenarului pe care nu-l mai văzusem de ceva vreme: „Viața mea?... probabil, un morman de vise...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La început am ezitat a răspunde astfel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dar, ce este un om fără vise? Mi-am spus în gând...&lt;br /&gt;Chiar, ce este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru că data trecută am convenit că suntem „rezultatul acțiunilor și inacțiunilor noastre”, dar am omis visul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;citeam o declaratie a unui bun prieten al meu..un om mare cu un suflet si mai mare...de fapt omul caruia ii datorez acest blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma regasesc in tot ce zice andrei.....ma regasesc mai departe de cuvinte intr-o singuratate de vise....de amagiri..si de dorinte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAFTA Andrei ...fii sigur ca noaptea ca un sfetnic bun...ne va da si vise frumoase....si poate.....unele se vor si indeplini.....DOAMNE AJUTA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1482436259414405058?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TH_7SKNUfAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZC1Q2NIN1B4/s72-c/sweet_dreams,_dalmatian_puppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1707371765093458332</id><published>2010-08-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:11:22.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1bFr2SWP1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/V1bFr2SWP1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeva departe de toate relele din lume este un nor care te poarta peste ganduri rele....te poarta peste noapte si te duce undeva...intr-un loc in care lumina te scalda si te incalzeste.....undeva....acolo...vreau sa ma trezesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1707371765093458332?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1707371765093458332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1707371765093458332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1707371765093458332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1707371765093458332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/08/undeva-departe-de-toate-relele-din-lume.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5459398096399168712</id><published>2010-07-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:04:26.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TOL5nbulXH0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=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/TOL5nbulXH0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Liber? Hmm…am pierdut notiunea de libertate….de fapt nu am pierdut-o…ci am uitat-o…nu mai stiu e inseamna…&lt;br /&gt;Am citit deunazi dintr-o carte….niste notiuni despre libertate…marturisesc ca am incercat sa redefinesc in mintea mea..libertatea…apoi am cautat pe internet…si nu in ultimul rand…am intrebat printre prieteni. Mi-am facut o idee…e drept…insa mai simt o data nevoia de a marturisi ca nu am inteles nimica.&lt;br /&gt;E greu sa privesti spre viitor…am inteles asta…..mai greu e insa sa privesti spre trecut. Am inceput viata asta parca avand niste idei preconcepute despre cum se traieste….de ce? …nici eu nu stiu..insa am inteles ca trebuie sa traiesti viata pentru viitor…sa lasi o portita de bun venit oricand…E drept…insa inspre trecut ma uit cu amintiri…sunt frumoase…..si dor….dar inainte de toate sunt frumoase. Mi-e dor de mine insumi de de clipele fericite pe care le-am trait….mi-e dor de frumusete si de linsite…..mi-e dor de ploaia care nu ma uda niciodata si sub care sarutam buze fierbinti. &lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de tine eu-ule…mi-e dor sa stau si linistit sa imi deapan ziua…sa imi analizez greselile si sa incerc sa ma fac un om mai bun…..am uitat sa fiu liber…sa respir aer curat….sa ma polimb si sa fiu fericit….nu mia stiu ce libertatea sufletului…nu mai stiu sa zambesc……mi-e dor de tine Cipri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5459398096399168712?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5459398096399168712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5459398096399168712' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5459398096399168712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5459398096399168712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/07/liber-hmmam-pierdut-notiunea-de.html' title='mi-e dor...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6301930573219961710</id><published>2010-07-04T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:24:14.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu am avut curajul</title><content type='html'>Se naste uneori o lacrima...se duce pe obraz si isi cauta rostul firesc...uneori o ia spre buze...alteori trece pe langa ele si se duce spre barbie - pentru ca apoi sa cada undeva jos..sau poate pe piept. Daca as fi fost o lacrima de-a ta....as fi vrut sa ajung peste tot...si sa te ating pe buze....sa simt caldura ta....sa simt fiecare strop din frumusetea ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCY7qt_B3EE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=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/fCY7qt_B3EE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stii ...azi a plouat si parca mi-au dat si mie lacrimile....stiu ca nu am plans...insa o lacrima a scapat....si a plecat in jos ...a ajuns pe buze.....cred ca am simtit sarutul tau, pentru ca lacrima s-a nascut cand m-am gandit ca vei pleca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am avut curaj sa iti spun asta....as fi vrut sa pot...as fi vrut sa spun macar ceva....dar stiu acum ca ceea ce m-a retinut a fost ceea ce simteam pentru tine..esti o pasare care vrea sa zboare..nu cred ca a fost momententul sa te opresc tocmai acum din zborul tau.....am stiut ca lacrimile vor curge apoi...am incercat sa fiu un bun prieten....poate am reusit....nu as fi vrut asta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fi vrut sa iti spun atat de multe....as fi vrut sa iti cant un vers din sunetul inimii mele....din bataia ei, bataie care se nastea la revederea cu tine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fi vrut sa uit intr-o seara de tot.....si sa te sarut...sa te tin in brate si ...doar atat &lt;br /&gt;as fi vrut sa iti spun ca imi esti draga.....si ca vreau caldura imbratisarii tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ....dar nu am avut curajul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6301930573219961710?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6301930573219961710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6301930573219961710' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6301930573219961710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6301930573219961710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/07/nu-am-avut-curajul.html' title='Nu am avut curajul'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5423999167111661300</id><published>2010-06-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:22:33.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am omis....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TB5cU4xnYsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ia3gB46XzEw/s1600/ploaia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TB5cU4xnYsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ia3gB46XzEw/s200/ploaia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484922910091469506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mintit!&lt;br /&gt;Am mintit pentru ca simteam sa nu pierd un ultim tren&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit cum pana pe care al lasat-o spre pamant a incput sa se legene atat de incet…am simtit ca timpul trece pe langa mine…si mi-am adus aminte de mama. Si parca am simtit palma ei pe obrazul meu….ma mangaia asa cum doar ea stia….si am simtit iara ca sunt protejat….am simtit ca viata e frumoasa cand afara ploua…si chair daca lacrimile mele curg pe geamul camerei mele….ele se duc departe undeva unde nu lasa durere. Poate doar in sufletul meu lasa rani adanci mama…..poate inima mea e sortita sa planga amar…si poate chair atunci cand soarele va aparea la fereastra……o sa mai vars o lacrima…..pentru ca pentru mine totul e prea mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mintit …pentru ca imi era frica….pentru ca stiu ca arunc cu o piatra in lac…si poate ca valurile care le fac o sa te supere….&lt;br /&gt;Am trait printre frunze ruginite….si poate ca ploia e rece acum…….si vreau sa dorm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5423999167111661300?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5423999167111661300/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5423999167111661300' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5423999167111661300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5423999167111661300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-omis.html' title='am omis....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/TB5cU4xnYsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ia3gB46XzEw/s72-c/ploaia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6550510241548620982</id><published>2010-05-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:46:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0CTV_ifJeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/B0CTV_ifJeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am adancit in ganduri azi...si printre stropi de ploaie ce loveau cu putere fereastra mea...am atipit...nu am visat insa imi aduc aminte de ploaia care nu inceta...si mai imi aduc aminte de linistea ce ma inconjura....vroiam insa galagie....dar a trebuit sa ma multumesc cu o liniste surda care parca imi ocupa aerul...nu am mai putut sa respir si m-am trezit ....erai tu langa mine...erai tu si imi zambeai...m-am pus sa dorm..am stiut ca e doar o viziune a fericirii mele....mi-e dor de tine inger necunoscut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6550510241548620982?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6550510241548620982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6550510241548620982' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6550510241548620982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6550510241548620982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-am-adancit-in-ganduri-azi.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8816101897227858675</id><published>2010-05-09T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:30:14.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S-b-86DbKbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uTOf3_ltYOs/s1600/211020091446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S-b-86DbKbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uTOf3_ltYOs/s200/211020091446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469339119817271730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut azi pe langa poteci de apa…si parca amintirile au inceput sa curga. Mi-am adus mainte de zapada….de arsita si de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Am visat amintiri care erau atat de frumoase…am vazut cum zambetul poate sa transforme o lume intreaga si am simtit cum lacrima poate sa distruga un suflet. &lt;br /&gt;mi-am jurat in tacere ca voi asculta istoria inainte de a face urmatorul pas…insa mi-e frica de tot. am castigat o batalie cu mine insumi..insa razboiul a fost pierdut de la bun inceput. In viata am pierdut si parca uneori am zambit printre lacrimi. O sa imi fie dor de tot…o sa iubesc clipa si clipele care ma dor….o sa le iubesc si chiar daca nu o sa le mai vreau….o sa le simt in coltul meu de lume in care sunt doar eu.&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor insa…mi-e dor de pacea si de zambete care sa ma faca sa ma redeschid…mi-e dor sa simt un sarut asa cum il simteam alta data…mi-e dor de o imbratisare asa cum simteam alta data&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8816101897227858675?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8816101897227858675/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8816101897227858675' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8816101897227858675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8816101897227858675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/05/amintiri.html' title='amintiri...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S-b-86DbKbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uTOf3_ltYOs/s72-c/211020091446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2448319073507391475</id><published>2010-04-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:32:32.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oare?</title><content type='html'>Every man dies. Not every man really lives. (Orice om moare...putini sunt cei care traiesc)&lt;br /&gt;oare ei stiu ca am visat? oare ei stiu ca m-am trezit si ca printre lacrimi am vazut un zambet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dn51LxzSHf0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/Dn51LxzSHf0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar stii ce ma intreb? oare ei pot sa vada ingerul pe care il visez..?&lt;br /&gt;si stii ce ma mai intreb seara? oare maine o sa imi zambeasca?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2448319073507391475?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2448319073507391475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2448319073507391475' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2448319073507391475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2448319073507391475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/04/oare.html' title='oare?'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-340586146578224059</id><published>2010-04-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:15:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWVTqr6EgWk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWVTqr6EgWk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt atatea sunete care pot sa ne excite simturile....si sunt atat de putine care ne pot atinge sufletul..mie unu piesa aceasta mi-a atins sufletul...pentru totdeauna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-340586146578224059?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/340586146578224059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=340586146578224059' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/340586146578224059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/340586146578224059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunt-atatea-sunete-care-pot-sa-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6576495885991531577</id><published>2010-04-04T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:17:44.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timp....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S7jz3-ODYII/AAAAAAAAAJw/RXqKTTaKcj0/s1600/veverita+impaiata+pe+terasa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S7jz3-ODYII/AAAAAAAAAJw/RXqKTTaKcj0/s200/veverita+impaiata+pe+terasa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379091479650434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca timpul trece pe langa mine…as vrea sa il opresc si sa il intreb de ce ploile nu mai sunt asa de umede….as vrea sa il intreb de ce clipele in care totul ma doare sunt asa de lenese…iar cele in care zambesc se duc precum vantul…as vrea sa pot sa zambesc mai des….iar vantul sa bata mai rar…..apoi as vrea sa il mai intreb….cum se face ca viata trece pe langa mine si nu reusesc sa ma apuc de ea….poate o sa imi raspunda…daca nu……cred ca va trebui sa mai alerg….si poate cred ca ma voi opri putin …sa ma odihnesc….sunt asa de obosit…mi se inchid ochii si vreau sa dorm un somn vesnic…..acolo tot ce e durere dispare…tot ce e trist zambeste………somnul imi face cu ochiul……si cred ca am sa dorm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6576495885991531577?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6576495885991531577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6576495885991531577' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6576495885991531577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6576495885991531577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/04/timp.html' title='timp....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S7jz3-ODYII/AAAAAAAAAJw/RXqKTTaKcj0/s72-c/veverita+impaiata+pe+terasa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-9005765240102983605</id><published>2010-03-23T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:51:06.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vremea trece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S6kboA-FMOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FQatCv6HQoo/s1600-h/vise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S6kboA-FMOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FQatCv6HQoo/s200/vise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451919198177800418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vremea trece...se duce uitata de lume...se pierde in noianul nametilor de amintiri...si printre capite de suspine....lacrimile nu isi mai gasesc drumul lor firesc....e uneori o ploie marunta care bate la geamul meu....e uneori un vant razlet care imi zboara pletele in vant si imi mangaie fata....daca esti tu...sa stii ca arsita amintirilor dureroase...a apus....am adormit si am visat frumos.....tu nu mai erai in visul meu....mi-e dor de tine...dar am uitat cum arati...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-9005765240102983605?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/9005765240102983605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=9005765240102983605' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9005765240102983605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9005765240102983605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/03/vremea-trece.html' title='vremea trece...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S6kboA-FMOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FQatCv6HQoo/s72-c/vise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-9106321032557521689</id><published>2010-03-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:14:26.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ar putea fi</title><content type='html'>Intind mana si inchid ochii&lt;br /&gt;Ating putin din steaua&lt;br /&gt;Care imi orbea privirea&lt;br /&gt;Indreptata catre tine&lt;br /&gt;Frumoaso&lt;br /&gt;Si iau din caldura ei putin &lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii si intind mana&lt;br /&gt;Te rog ia de la mine&lt;br /&gt;Caldura&lt;br /&gt;Si dragostea&lt;br /&gt;Si ….zambeste&lt;br /&gt;Frumoaso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-9106321032557521689?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/9106321032557521689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=9106321032557521689' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9106321032557521689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9106321032557521689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/03/ar-putea-fi.html' title='ar putea fi'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2039403498950364440</id><published>2010-03-01T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:58:19.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit primavara…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S4wAM5IkEPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LYfkoWrXpHU/s1600-h/ghiocei_watermark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S4wAM5IkEPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LYfkoWrXpHU/s200/ghiocei_watermark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443726271079256306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..o primavara gri..care parca mai are pe alocuri explozii de culoare. Ceea ce e ciudat e ca aceste explozii…nu arata bine..deloc…mai bine un gri care sa straluceasca. &lt;br /&gt;Am vazut cu coada ochiului un clopotel….un clopotel atat de firav….mi-a placut..mi-am adus aminte de copilarie si de frumusetea pe care o impartaseam la 1 Martie….cand purtam clopotelul in piept cu atata mandrie…..he he ..era insa bataie pe hornar.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam azi in sus…priveam ratacit sperand sa nu vad nimic….ci doar sa zbor asa un zbor calm…..fara incidente…in care sa pot dormi….mi-e dor de un somn……..si uite ca a venit si primavara si in iarna asta nu am reusit sa adorm..desi imi propusesem….asa ca o sa imi propun si acum,,,o primavara odihnitoare…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2039403498950364440?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S4wAM5IkEPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LYfkoWrXpHU/s72-c/ghiocei_watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2727714210799341748</id><published>2010-02-23T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:54:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c41oEngJGz8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/c41oEngJGz8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-au napadit amintirile&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de viata de liceean...mama cat de fain era...colegi, pauze...fuga de la ore, povesti de dragoste cu lacrimi, baluri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si acum imi vine in minte episodul cu tipa aia pe care o visam noaptea....dupa ce am privit o data in ochii ei....intradevar avea cei mai frumosi ochi pe care i-am vazut vreodata..m-am indrgostit de ea....si cat am cautat-o&lt;br /&gt;parca era o cenusareasa....o vazusem o data si apoi parca intrase in pamant...am dansat cu ea si am privit=o in ochi...apoi nu mai incetam sa o visez.....apoi am cunoscut-o..era intr-a 8-a:)) dar am iubit-o....acum cred ca nu as mai recunoaste nici chipul nici ochii...dar mi-e dor de ea...si stiu ca am fost cu adevarat indragostit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca esti undeva acolo....iti multumesc ca ai existat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai imi amintesc emotiile...si tezele...si profa de care eram indragostit&lt;br /&gt;si notele de 2&lt;br /&gt;si sedintele cu parintii...&lt;br /&gt;hahhaahah&lt;br /&gt;ce vremuri&lt;br /&gt;eram atat de frumosi....&lt;br /&gt;atat de inocenti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca atunci cand s-a terminat totul....am plans...si incercam sa imi ascund lacrimile..in fata fetelor care veneau sa ma pupe:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ce frumoase clipe am trait ...o viata frumoasa...calda si plina de fericire...&lt;br /&gt;iti multumesc pentru amintiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2727714210799341748?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2727714210799341748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2727714210799341748' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2727714210799341748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2727714210799341748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/amintiri.html' title='amintiri...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-939252930423912841</id><published>2010-02-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:43:21.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De nimeni...nicaieri...</title><content type='html'>Am uitat cum arata dragostea mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..e trist ca uneori incepem sa uitam...poate ca partea aceeea de creier....refuza cateodata sa retina amintirile care dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vreau nimic...si totusi imi doresc ceva....vreau sa iti amintesti daca nu ne-am intalnit chiar ieri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fi vrut sa incep sa scriu versuri....sa mai pot face o poezie cum faceam pe vremuri....am ales insa varinata asta a doua a preluarii unei piese care imi merge mult la suflet...si un om mare (la propriu si figurat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhUo-t_ArJ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/FhUo-t_ArJ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Vin de nicaieri si pot sa merg oriunde vreau&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma stie nimeni fiindca sunt un nimeni yo&lt;br /&gt;Trag zile dupa mine una dupa alta&lt;br /&gt;Personal le iau asa cum vin una dupa alta&lt;br /&gt;Moartea are contract cu mine, dat in scris&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ma ia dormind in vis&lt;br /&gt;Invins profesionist, in meserie trist&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat cum sa dozez un compromis&lt;br /&gt;Prima lectie de viata am invatat-o singur, sigur&lt;br /&gt;N-o stiu pe de rost da stiu cateva reguli&lt;br /&gt;Cateva treburi care ma ajuta&lt;br /&gt;Sa raman asa cum sunt cand ceilalti incep sa rada&lt;br /&gt;Sa se vanda cand io nu vreau sa cumpar&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca-i scumpa dimpotriva ei ofera multe&lt;br /&gt;Doar ca mie, nimeni de nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi trebuie nimic din ce ofera ei&lt;br /&gt;Si sigur ma cunosti m-ai vazut pe undeva&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu ma recunosti chiar daca stau in fata ta&lt;br /&gt;Sunt chiar acolo si tu nu ma vezi&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca tu nu poti sa vezi ceva in care nu crezi&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multi exact ca mine si nu ii vede nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Trec pe langa tine si se prezinta: "nimeni"&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni de nicaieri, nimic iti cer&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa-ti amintesti&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ne-am intalnit chiar ieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei tu uita-te bine&lt;br /&gt;Nu vezi k nu seman cu nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Dar toti seamana cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni de nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt singur si nu sunt singuru'&lt;br /&gt;Cei ca mine trag din greu ca sa ajunga ultimu'&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu tu tintesti numaru' unu&lt;br /&gt;In drumu' tau te intalnesti cu inca unu'&lt;br /&gt;Care vrea la fel sa fie personaju' principal&lt;br /&gt;O sa cadeti de prea de sus, asta-i elementar&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci e clar cine castiga de fapt&lt;br /&gt;Cel obisnuit sa piarda este vaccinat&lt;br /&gt;Cu vaccin anti-victorie, anti-glorie,&lt;br /&gt;Anti-iluzii intr-o lume iluzorie&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa apara in carte de istorie si asta e ok&lt;br /&gt;Ca oricum povestea asta este scrisa tot de ei&lt;br /&gt;Si ei nu vor sa stii detalii din culise&lt;br /&gt;Ca daca ai stii probabil n-ai mai fi atat de plin d vise&lt;br /&gt;Am fost pe nicaieri si stiu ce inseamna&lt;br /&gt;Sa vezi o comedie buna dar cu accente reci de drama&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu mai poti sa speri, cand nu mai poti sa ceri,&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu mai ai averi, cand nu mai vrei averi,&lt;br /&gt;Te uiti in sus spre cer, cauti vointa de fier&lt;br /&gt;Nu le gasesti devii ca mine, nimeni de nicaieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei tu uita-te bine&lt;br /&gt;Nu vezi k nu seman cu nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Dar toti seamana cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni de nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei tu uita-te bine&lt;br /&gt;Nu vezi k nu seman cu nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Dar toti seamana cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni de nicaierï&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-939252930423912841?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/939252930423912841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=939252930423912841' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/939252930423912841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/939252930423912841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-nimeninicaieri.html' title='De nimeni...nicaieri...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6193077998513992137</id><published>2010-02-18T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:18:11.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imi aduc aminte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S31oOUM_g-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/R2eUzIeUpXo/s1600-h/plaja+in+amurg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S31oOUM_g-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/R2eUzIeUpXo/s200/plaja+in+amurg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439618520084087778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eram pe o plaja...era atat de cald si vantul iti batea prin par....erai atat de caraghioasa cum incercai sa iti dai parul din fata ochilor....stii...te-am cuprins in brate si m-am uitat in ochii tai....ai ochi atat de frumosi..si parul tau e superb. imi amintesc sarutul acela in amurg....cand buzele tale uscate de vantul care batea m-au atins si parca simteam cum un val de apa calduta imi loveste corpul si ma face sa ma simt racorit....si acum imi amintesc cum iti tineai ochii inchisi sa simti fiecare atingere....sa poti privi cu ochii sufletului iubirea noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc de multe ori...pe unde esti...nici nu mai stiu unde stai...mi-e dor de tine...de vara noastra fierbinte....de sanii tai minunati....de buzele tale...de ochii tai....de tine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeva cred ca te-ai pierdut in lumea asta...stii nici acum nu stiu de ce ai fugit din viata mea...as fi vrut sa te fac sa te intorci la mine...dar simteam ca nu vrei asta....nici macar nu vroiai sa mai vorbesti cu mine...imi e greu sa cred atatea lucruri care se inghesuie in amintirile mele legate de tine....ceea ce nu pot ascunde este ca intradevar mi-e dor de tine...mai tin in mine putin din dragostea pe care ti-am dat-o...sufletul meu mai tanjeste dupa tine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiar daca esti departe...iti trimit prin vant un sarut... oriunde oricand voi fi langa tine...trebuie doar sa vrei asta.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6193077998513992137?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6193077998513992137/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6193077998513992137' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6193077998513992137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6193077998513992137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/imi-aduc-aminte.html' title='imi aduc aminte...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S31oOUM_g-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/R2eUzIeUpXo/s72-c/plaja+in+amurg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7693979433176829546</id><published>2010-02-15T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:09:21.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si timpul...care trece ....lasand in urma sa....un nor de praf ce vremea il lasa tot asa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VqRlO3wa1A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/6VqRlO3wa1A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trec zilele si raman clipele in urma cu o lacrima care curge asa de incet…asa de adanc si parca ar plange pana si ea la randul ei.&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut o zi in calendar si parca o scrijelesc adanc in inima mea….am trait despartiri..inimi frante….o dragoste neimpartasita cu adevarat care m-a facut sa plang de durere….si ma intreb cateodata…pana cand ceata va sta peste inima mea…nu ca as vrea altceva…..as vrea acel ceva dupa care tanjesc….as vrea sarutul acela…as vrea buzele si zambetul care m-a facut sa revad frumusetea vietii. Daca le voi primi vreodata?…..cred ca am ramas cu o amintire ….si de multe ori ma intreb..frumusetea ei mai poate dainui daca durerea e atat de mare?&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb de multe ori daca ea ma vede asa ….ma intreb daca nu carecumva sunt un fel de lighioana pentru ea….poate de aceea mi-a intors spatele atat de sec…poate de aceea cuvintele nu mai sunt ce au fost….sper insa ca o raza de lumina va ma incalzi…candva…&lt;br /&gt;Azi am ascultat o piesa care m-a facut sa intru adanc in amintirile mele. De multe ori ma gandesc ca poate as fi si eu vinovat cu ceva…..sunt prea multe care s-au adunat langa mine si care nu isi gasesc raspunsul….e dureros insa sa simti cum ti se duce pamantul de sub picioare si a doua oara..la fel fara a avea un raspuns ….poate ca ar trebui sa il caut undeva….dar oare unde?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7693979433176829546?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7693979433176829546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7693979433176829546' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7693979433176829546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7693979433176829546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-timpulcare-trece-lasand-in-urma-saun.html' title='si timpul...care trece ....lasand in urma sa....un nor de praf ce vremea il lasa tot asa...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8188664071723349051</id><published>2010-02-10T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:28:47.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o usa veche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S3MkvFeqJfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HjCsV10FGCE/s1600-h/me....par+lung.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S3MkvFeqJfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HjCsV10FGCE/s200/me....par+lung.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436729566509540850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis azi o usa….nu stiu de unde aveam cheia…insa am deschis-o... era o usa veche..atat de veche incat lemnul de pe ea era mancat de vreme si probabil de tot felu de oratanii de lemn. Usa imi aducea aminte de tine….era o usa pe care impreuna am deschis-o acum ceva vreme…mai tii minte? Am coborat amandoi in subsolul intunecat si de abia am gasit intrerupatorul sa aprindem lumina….he he he ..si acum imi mai aduc aminte cate minute si cate pipaituri….cat ne-am chinuit…si radeam …nu aveam sa stim ce ne astepta acolo…..&lt;br /&gt;Mai tii minte cat de frig era? He he ….cand am aprins lumina..mai bine nu o aprindeam…mizeria era de nedescris…cat ne-am chinuit sa curatam locul acela. Cat de mult ne-a unit locul ala….era locul in care am inceput istoria, locul in care am cunoscut atatia oameni….unii ne-au parasit…insa unii mai sunt si acum in viata mea. Mai stii cand luam pauzele alea de respirat…cat de greu era aerul acolo..insa ne tineam tare….aveam niste vise….indraznete…..eram atat de curajosi…..&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas singur azi apoi pe o banca si m-am gandit la toate…cu bune…cu rele…sa stii ca mi-e dor de tine prieten drag….avem un vis impreuna…..si sa iti spun sincer…mi-e greu…mi-e greu si mi-e dor de tine…am invatat sa depind de tine….si de tot ceea ce am creeat impreuna. Stii ma gandesc ca as vrea sa vin la tine….macar sa stam 5 minute la povesti asa cum stateam pe vremuri…..cred ca o sa vin …as vrea apoi sa ma duc sa iti vad fiica….e atat de frumoasa….o sa ii duc ceva dulce…sa o vad zambind….o sa mai imi aduca aminte de tine putin…mi-e frica insa ca nu o sa imi pot stapani emotia….iti seamana atat de mult. O sa vin Roby la tine….astept insa clipa in care ne vom reintalni….inca mi-e dor de tine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8188664071723349051?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8188664071723349051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8188664071723349051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8188664071723349051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8188664071723349051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-usa-veche.html' title='o usa veche...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S3MkvFeqJfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HjCsV10FGCE/s72-c/me....par+lung.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2414984911811661646</id><published>2010-02-07T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:53:37.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad...but true.......</title><content type='html'>A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2414984911811661646?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2414984911811661646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2414984911811661646' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2414984911811661646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2414984911811661646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/sadbut-true.html' title='sad...but true.......'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-9149664109125801067</id><published>2010-02-06T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T05:39:59.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clipele trec....si mie imi e dor de tine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S21xE-GO12I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qFePvvXl-LQ/s1600-h/13921_tb_uid527852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S21xE-GO12I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qFePvvXl-LQ/s200/13921_tb_uid527852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435124655508608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori timpul trece asa de repede incat ma sperie....as vrea uneori sa opresc timpul in loc....sa fac ca totul sa vina spre mine...sa uit durerea si sa las o raza de lumina, de speranta si de iubire si asupra mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat timpul trece....incepe sa imi fie dor de tine....si la fel cu spunea o melodie candva...clipele dor ..mai ales seara....cand gandul imi zboara spre tine...spre zambetul tau...spre parul tau....spre buzele tale si spre un sarut pe care as vrea sa il am aici....zi de zi..sa ma faca sa zambesc si eu alaturi de tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de tine....stii bine....mi-e dor de tine&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa pot sa te opresc ...sa iti spun cat de iubesc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar poate ca asta o spun mai bine versurile piesei( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpZh6anqnLU&amp;feature=related ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi de ce, clipele dor&lt;br /&gt;Numai cand seara vine?&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ce ascund de mine, ochii tai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi de ce, nimic nu mai e&lt;br /&gt;La fel cum speram sa fie?&lt;br /&gt;Timpul parea ca sta pentru noi,&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru noi doi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine....&lt;br /&gt;Dar spune-mi cine&lt;br /&gt;A pus tacerea intre noi?&lt;br /&gt;Intoarcete inapoi!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor stii bine,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine!&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot sa te opresc,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti spun cat te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine....&lt;br /&gt;Numai pe tine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce, nu mai zambesti,&lt;br /&gt;Spui ca te simti departe.&lt;br /&gt;Linistea ne desparte, fara rost!&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce, nicio zi nu mai e,&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum era inainte?&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum te pierd si totusi mai sper,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi spui din nou ca ieri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine,&lt;br /&gt;Mie dor sti bine!&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot sa te opresc,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti spun cat te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;Mie dor de tïne......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-9149664109125801067?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/9149664109125801067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=9149664109125801067' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9149664109125801067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/9149664109125801067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/clipele-trecsi-mie-imi-e-dor-de-tine.html' title='clipele trec....si mie imi e dor de tine....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S21xE-GO12I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qFePvvXl-LQ/s72-c/13921_tb_uid527852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3312772386396158195</id><published>2010-02-04T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:09:41.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intra.....inca te mai astept.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2sNVny1qgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KRR3JGRQd4E/s1600-h/plimbare+in+parc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2sNVny1qgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KRR3JGRQd4E/s200/plimbare+in+parc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434452040463264258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii aseara m-am plimbat prin parc. Eram singur…atat de singur…si auzeam cu vantul se juca printre firele de iarba….auzeam cu ploaia cadea pe pamant si stropii se spargeau uneori de asfalt. M-am gandit la noi si am realizat ca noi am fost destul de putin…..cred ca ..mai mult am fost eu…indragostit de tine…..as fi vrut sa iti spun atatea…sa iti deschid inima mea si sa vezi cu cata puritate te priveam….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am promis in ploaie ca te voi uita….si ca voi incerca sa privesc …sa caut undeva o raza de soare…insa nu cred ca e asa de usor….razele de soare sunt doar himere….tu…erai un adevar..dupa care am fugit….insa te indepartai din ce in ce mai mult…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am cerut mie insumi sa nu mai plang…insa stii ….lacrimile se amestecau cu ploia care cadea marunt pe fata mea…..as fi vrut asa de mult sa fie o ploaie calda…pentru ca era atata de rece si incepusem sa simt un fior de raceala care se accentua din ce in ce mai mult asupra lacrimilor mele..care se transformau incet incet…in sloiuri de gheata….simteam cum incep sa inghet iar lacrimile mi se sparg…imi era frig….si as fi avut nevoie de caldura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin iarba inghetata se vedeau urme de zapada….era o zapada murdara…..nu stiam de ce..eram undeva in parc…..si totusi…uneori ca si in viata….raul vine si in cele mai frumoase locuri….credeam ca am o inima frumoasa….credeam ca desi… m-au calcat multi in picioare…am stat alb in fata lor si i-am lasat sa arunce cu noroi in mine….am sperat ca odata se vor termina toata mizeriile si pentru mine….ei…nu a fost sa fie asa….sa fiu mai rau?….nu vad de ce…albul e o nonculoare frumoasa…chiar daca arunci niste pete gri pe ea….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat pe o banca…si…m-am gandit mult la mine….stii…ma simt din ce in ce mai mic…simt cum parti din corpul meu se fac din ce in ce mai mici..mi-e frica ….s-ar putea sa devin incet incet neinsemnat….. durerile din viata mea au fost crancene….si …..printre lacrimi si suspine….am vazut si zambete…care insa treceau asa de repede incat de abea le zaream…le simteam……de fapt….cred ca mai mult le speram. Uneori speranta mea se zbate in anonimat….uneori durerea mea se confunda cu ……de fapt…cine mai baga in seama durerile unui om mic..unui om din ce in ce mai mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca o sa mai ma duc si azi in parc..e trist acolo……acasa insa e din ce in ce mai trist…stii gri-ul de care iti vorbeam…mi-am dat seama ca e urat…si ca sunt inconjurat de el….mi-e somn uneori..atat de somn…incat as vrea sa dorm….si sa visez…stii….acolo vin culorile in viata mea…acolo incep sa zambesc…..acolo e cald….si nu..nu ma retrag in visele mele….ci mi le doresc…..asa calde si colorate….si zambitoare….e micul meu univers in care sper ca voi rade intr-o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Daca treci pe la mine….sa stii ca locuiesc in acelasi loc…cheia e sub pres…te rog ….intra…..inca te mai astept in viata mea…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3312772386396158195?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3312772386396158195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3312772386396158195' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3312772386396158195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3312772386396158195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/intrainca-te-mai-astept.html' title='intra.....inca te mai astept.......'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2sNVny1qgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KRR3JGRQd4E/s72-c/plimbare+in+parc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5676834543915069233</id><published>2010-02-01T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:51:30.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>romanta terminata prea curand.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2c-slNpObI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wKsXmA9luig/s1600-h/25df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2c-slNpObI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wKsXmA9luig/s200/25df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433380411070298546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mai vrea sa iti spun ca … am invatat ceva de la tine si as mai vrea sa iti spun ca sarutul tau e minunat….si ca….imi doresc din tot sufletul sa mai sarut buzele alea macar o data in viata asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa plang? Sa rad?&lt;br /&gt;As plange pentru ca te-am sarutat&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum as fi vrut….poate nu chiar asa…ci mai mirific decat imi inchipuiam…pentru ca buzele tale m-au dus pe alta lumea…pentru ca sarutul tau m-a fermecat…pentru ca atunci cand am atins buzele tale….am visat un vis frumos in care se facea ca am intrat intr-un izvor de munte si era rece si atat de racoritor intr-o zi torida de vara….si in jurul meu era atat de multa verdeata si imi era atat de bine…..si atunci din apa ai iesit tu….si erai atat de frumoasa si imi zambeai atat de sagalnic…te-ai apropiat de mine si m-ai sarutat….si atunci m-am trezit….nici nu visasem..erai de fapt acolo….si sarutul tau ma ducea cu el peste paduri…peste munti..peste vai…si ma lasa atat de lin pe o pajiste pe care eram doar noi si ne contopeam in acel sarut mirific…acel sarut care mi-a schimbat viata…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As plange pentru ca…mi-e dor de tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii…cand te-am vazut parca mi s-a luat o piatra de pe inima….si cand te-am prins in brate….am simtit caldura desi afara era atat de rece….caldura aceea pe care o speram..pe care o visam…si la care ma asteptam.&lt;br /&gt;Am sa incerc sa uit frumusetea ta…am sa incerc sa uit ca ai trecut o clipa pe la mine…ca m-ai facut sa fiu fericit ca am putut sa sufat dupa dragostea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti multumesc….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat azi printre fulgi de nea care se jucau asa de frumos printre mainile mele…mi-au atins fata si parca te-am simtit langa mine….si vantul care soptea pe lnaga urechea mea mi-a spus ca te gandesti la mine….am ras si i-am spus sa vina si la tine….sa treaca prin parul tau..asa cum eu mi-as fi trecut mainile…. Sa iti sopteasca ca te iubesc….iar fulgilor de nea le-am cerut apoi sa iti atinga obrajii….sa te mangaie….si apoi sa te sarute pe buze….sa iti spuna cat de mult te iubesc si….apoi am rugat frigul care s-a lasat peste mine….sa iti multumeasca …sa iit multumeasca pentru clipele de rai pe care mi le-ai dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa visez….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns acasa azi…eram atat de singur….era cald….si parca veneam asa de inghetat de afara..iar caldura ma topea ca pe un fulg de nea in mana mea….am simtit cum ma topeam si nimic nu ma atragea mai mult decat patul…am stat in pat si gandurile mi-au zburat fara sa vreau la tine….nici nu mai stiu cand am inceput sa visez…oare eram treaz sau ochii imi erau inchisi si printre lacrimi mi s-a parut ca te vad razand…ca te vad razand cu atata pofta….si desi lacrimile inca curgeau..am inceput sa rad cu tine….nici nu stii cat de multa viata poti sa dai intregii lumi cu zambetul tau.. imi aduc aminte de parca ar fi fost adevarat cum ai venit langa mine si m-ai prins de mana si mi-ai dus degetu la buze sa tac….ai ras si m-ai luat de mana si m-ai tras dupa tine…si am pasit pe un covor de iarba si tu fugeai razand iar eu incercam sa ma tin dupa tine…m-ai molipsit….radeam si eu cu tine….si eram fericit…..acolo nu era durere….deloc….era doar atat de mult linsite si atat de multa fericire…as fi vrut sa ma iei cu tine acolo….dar m-a trezit un sunet strident…era telefonul….si am inceput sa il urasc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5676834543915069233?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5676834543915069233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5676834543915069233' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5676834543915069233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5676834543915069233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2010/02/romanta-terminata-prea-curand.html' title='romanta terminata prea curand.....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S2c-slNpObI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wKsXmA9luig/s72-c/25df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4118560632270934251</id><published>2010-01-15T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:25:24.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cred ca un zambet poate sa schimbe lumea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S1DrQ7-6nCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xYFmCR7kxJ8/s1600-h/DSCF8484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/S1DrQ7-6nCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xYFmCR7kxJ8/s200/DSCF8484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096227193461794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am plecat afara parca soarele mangaia pamantul intr-o imbratisare atat de calda…cand am ajuns afara se lasase ceata….am inceput sa fiu trist….si parca ceata incepea sa se lase mai tare peste oras si peste sufletul meu. Stii….m-am gandit ca poate e mai bine sa fii asa departe de mine…mi-e greu…chiar foarte greu sa inteleg de ce distanta ma face sa privesc cu atat de multa speranta la viitor. Ma gandeam atat de mult la noi si la cat de mult imi doresc sa te ating….cat de mult imi doresc sa te tin in brate…..sa te privesc cum dormi…si sa te sarut incet…incet pe buze…asa de incet incat sa simti ca parca o adiere de vant te-a atins pe buze si ti-a lasat o data cu ea un nectar dulce….un fir de apa vie care sa te faca sa te bucuri de fiecare clipa pe care o petreci cu mine. Daca vei simti la fereastra o bataie in geam..te rog sa deschizi….am sa iti trimit un sarut si o imbratisare calda…..iar daca ploia va cadea cu stropi grei pe geamul tau…sa stii ca ma gandesc la tine si imi e tare dor de tine. daca ceata se va ridica vreodata din jurul meu…sa stii ca voi alerga catre tine sa te revad in ifecare clipa libera….si te voi visa in fiecare noapte…si voi spera in fiecare clipa ca oftatul meu te va face sa imi trimiti inapoie un sarut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4118560632270934251?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4118560632270934251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4118560632270934251' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7427664101831403673</id><published>2009-12-22T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:08:39.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vine craciunul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7427664101831403673?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7427664101831403673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7427664101831403673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7427664101831403673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7427664101831403673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/12/vine-craciunul.html' title='vine craciunul...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-145175596000702841</id><published>2009-12-14T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:03:13.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>m-am pus asta zi pe ganduri…stateam asa pe ele si cum nu ziceau nimica…m-am adancit printre ele…..am baut un vin fiert….si am plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat de trist e omuletu asta….&lt;br /&gt;Cata tristete a putut sa adune si cat a mai putut sa planga… cred ca desi afara nu ploua…in inima lui se desfasoara un spectacol nocturn in care ninsoarea a luat locul picaturilor de ploaie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca nu mai ninge demult….?&lt;br /&gt;Daca fulgii ar cadea perpendicular pe varful capului meu….nu as mai putea prinde fulgii de zapada in gura….as cadea pe spate &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-145175596000702841?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/145175596000702841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=145175596000702841' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/145175596000702841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/145175596000702841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4043725125614030057</id><published>2009-12-12T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:09:05.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SyN_kGDyamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R-WYggtmw_c/s1600-h/mosu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SyN_kGDyamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R-WYggtmw_c/s200/mosu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414311435107986018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...si totusi poate vine moshu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4043725125614030057?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4043725125614030057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4043725125614030057' title='0 comentarii'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7850549289811613076</id><published>2009-12-10T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:37:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o zi...in plus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SyExtyqcJYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iE7T5ivSgXA/s1600-h/picture-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SyExtyqcJYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iE7T5ivSgXA/s320/picture-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413662889839699330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut o zi si din calendar o foaie a mai cazut …. Am inceput sa urasc si sa uit ce inseamna iubirea….am inceput sa daruiesc flori. As vrea sa ramai si cand nu mai sunt sa ramai aici…cine stie ..poate ma voi intoarce. Te doare asta? Nu cred ca mai pot face ceva pentru tine….e tarziu si cred ca o sa dorm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ….am visat aseara ploaie….cred ca o sa plangi ….asa ca inainteaza spre usa….si nu te uita inapoi….e mai bine asa…..eu acuma ma inalt spre cer…si te las inger mic….dar sa nu uiti….cat ploaie va cadea pe pamant….tu sa stii ca ma gandesc la tine…..sa stii ca iti trimit o raza de soare printre picuri care sa te mangaie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7850549289811613076?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7850549289811613076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7850549289811613076' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7850549289811613076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7850549289811613076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-ziin-plus.html' title='o zi...in plus?'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SyExtyqcJYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iE7T5ivSgXA/s72-c/picture-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3031153832886154206</id><published>2009-12-06T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:13:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragul meu prieten,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxwQPoaOuwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6QkGXmGV60/s1600-h/sf-mormant-374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxwQPoaOuwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6QkGXmGV60/s320/sf-mormant-374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412218712924011266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am simtit stingher….eram atat de singur printre oamenii astia pe care ii stiam parca de o viata….fata tine..mi se pareau atat de departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inaintat spre o poiana…erau cruci si lumea vorbea si totusi in poiana domnea o liniste deplina…tot ce auzeam erau lacrimile care curgeau si loveau pamantul cu sete&lt;br /&gt;As fi vrut sa iti cant ceva….si sa imi auzi durerea…as fi vrut sa te aud razand si sa iti aduci aminte de mine asa cum era pe vremea cand radeam impreuna..as vrea sa aduc inapoie vremea cand nu aveam nimic..eram atat de saraci…dar faceam un intreg si parca viata era mai usoara. Am invatat multe de la tine…stii azi am fost pe la prima noastra sala de repetitie….era parca parasita…..si totusi printre ruine am reusit sa vad istoria….inca era scris acolo numele trupei noastre….era acolo…inca acolo….si parca am auzit iar cuvintele tale…..am auzit acordurile pe care mi le cantai de atatea ori ca sa le inteleg mai bine si ca sa imi dea sentimentul ala care ma pornea sa scriu versuri.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut atatia oameni care parca treceau in viteza pe langa mine…si am realizat ca este viata care trece…nu pot sa te las in urma prieten drag…imi voi incetini mersul….stiu ca ma vei prinde din spate si vei reveni….daca nu..ne intalnim in acelasi loc in care ne-am intalnit intotdeauna..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3031153832886154206?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3031153832886154206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3031153832886154206' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3031153832886154206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3031153832886154206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/12/dragul-meu-prieten.html' title='dragul meu prieten,'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxwQPoaOuwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6QkGXmGV60/s72-c/sf-mormant-374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4944660649032109417</id><published>2009-12-02T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:30:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxakGEjy-wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZCUNrsCRTkI/s1600-h/roby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxakGEjy-wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZCUNrsCRTkI/s320/roby.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410692426542283522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oricat as vrea sa scriu nu pot....o sa ma opresc deocamdata....vestea asta rea m-a intors pe dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roby a plecat dintre noi intr0un loc in care nu exista durere....si de acolo ne va veghea si ne va indruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma simt onorat ca am putut sa fiu prietenul tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Roby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4944660649032109417?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4944660649032109417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4944660649032109417' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4944660649032109417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4944660649032109417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/12/oricat-as-vrea-sa-scriu-nu-pot.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxakGEjy-wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZCUNrsCRTkI/s72-c/roby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1205750034220103209</id><published>2009-11-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:10:01.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e din nou ceata si...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxQCOlrMNUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BhV54YUqjrA/s1600/dinu_lazar_ceata21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxQCOlrMNUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BhV54YUqjrA/s320/dinu_lazar_ceata21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409951502033499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….s-a lasat seara si peste sufletul meu. Nu stiu de ce dar ma simt din ce in ce mai singur…din ce in ce mai departe de tot si de toate. Am uitat parca sa si visez….&lt;br /&gt;In noapte s-a facut liniste si printre stropi de ploaie care cad pe fereastra mea se aude un raset de copil…e undeva aproape si totusi e atat de departe….familia mea e departe. Mi-e dor de ea…mi-e dor de copii mei si mi-e dor sa ii aud cum rad fericiti….si mai vreau sa imi vad casa aceea in care totul era o joaca….aceea in care ajungeam si ii prindeam in brate…aceea in care ea ma astepta surazatoare in prag si ma saruta lasand in urma noastra un parfum de iubire….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am spalat azi dimineata un mar si parca te-am revazut cum radeai…si cum taiai tu intotdeauna marul….mai imi aduc aminte de mine cand eram mic si nu puteam manca un mar daca nu era inceput …stii ce e trist? Nimic nu se mai intoarce….totul e pierdut acum….pana si marul pe care te asteptam sa mi-l incepi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa zambesc si azi insa era tare frig in camera…am inghetat si lacrima care imi curgea pe obraz s-a facut rece….si am sters-o. Stii ca in apa lumea e mai frumoasa…si mai tacuta…in apa nu e atata galagie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1205750034220103209?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1205750034220103209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1205750034220103209' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1205750034220103209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1205750034220103209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-din-nou-ceata-si.html' title='e din nou ceata si...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SxQCOlrMNUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BhV54YUqjrA/s72-c/dinu_lazar_ceata21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4133488853822602204</id><published>2009-11-25T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:32:21.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sw2USmYdQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vc3NW0MTpAA/s1600/4_copil_rugandu-se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sw2USmYdQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vc3NW0MTpAA/s320/4_copil_rugandu-se.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408141774803518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca maine mor…mai lasa-mi cateva clipe de fericire….&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa simt mirosul ierbii vara…..&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa cant ….&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa mai sarut o data &lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa mai sper ca totul e bine&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa mai strang o data in brate si sa ma simt in siguranta….&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai mai putea…..as vrea sa stau cu mama….si sa imi asculte toate durerile…as vrea sa ma mai mangaie asa cum numai ea stia….si sa ma incurajeze…as vrea sa o vad macar o data asa cum era ea fericita…si radea…Doamne ce frumos radea ….pe toti ii fermeca cu rasul ei….si cu bunatatea ei….&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma DOAMNE…sa mai plang o data..insa ia-mi durerea…..&lt;br /&gt;Si…DOAMNE……fa pace…si fa-i sa nu mai isi aduca aminte de mine…da-le liniste si bucurii…si dragoste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4133488853822602204?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4133488853822602204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4133488853822602204' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4133488853822602204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4133488853822602204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/doamne-daca-maine-mormai-lasa-mi-cateva.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sw2USmYdQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vc3NW0MTpAA/s72-c/4_copil_rugandu-se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3681726611567636499</id><published>2009-11-24T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:15:39.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iubito cata lume intre noi,&lt;br /&gt;Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Si dintr-un ochi de dor necunoscut,&lt;br /&gt;Cate zapezi pe buze ne-au crescut&lt;br /&gt;Asculta-ma si lasa-ma sa strig,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e frica de-ntamplare si mi-e frig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vreau sa stiu pan` la sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a iubit frumos cine-a gresit&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a iubit cine-a gresit&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a facut spre noapte primul pas&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a plecat din joc cine-a ramas&lt;br /&gt;Cine si-a smuls peretii rnd pe rand&lt;br /&gt;Cine s-a intors mereu cu ziua in gand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a pierdut cine-a castigat&lt;br /&gt;De toate-nlantuit sau dezlegat&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a crezut mai mult in celalalt&lt;br /&gt;Sub cerul prea strain si prea inalt&lt;br /&gt;Sub cerul prea strain si-nalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubito cata lume intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Si dintr-un ochi de dor necunoscut&lt;br /&gt;Cate zapezi pe buze ne-au crescut&lt;br /&gt;Cand n-am sa uit cum suna glasul tau Decat tacerea ce-mi va fi mai rau&lt;br /&gt;Si cum sa pot sub stele innopta&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu mai simt ce-nseamna umbra ta&lt;br /&gt;Nu simt ce-nseamna umbra ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubito cata lume intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Si dintr-un ochi de dor necunoscut&lt;br /&gt;Cate zapezi pe buze ne-au crescut&lt;br /&gt;Ascullta-ma si lasa-ma sa strig&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e frica de-ntamplare si mi-e frig&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vreau sa stiu pan` la sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a iubit frumos cine-a gresit,&lt;br /&gt;Cine-a iubit cine-a gresit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numaratori de ploi de doi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Iubito cata lume intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Numaratori de ploi de doi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Iubito cata lume intre noï&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca ati ajuns pana aici cu cititul..va naunt ca versurile sunt ale unei trupe romanesti:P Pasarea Colibri iar piesa se numeste "Scrisoare de bun ramas". in ultimul timp am ascultat-o la indemnul unui blog pe care l-am vizitat de curand...piesa e superba&lt;br /&gt;Va recomand si "audio": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmzoN_afPGk&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3681726611567636499?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3681726611567636499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3681726611567636499' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3681726611567636499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3681726611567636499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/iubito-cata-lume-intre-noi-numaratori.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1525584117520655091</id><published>2009-11-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:38:15.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am visat az noapte cum iti stergeam lacrimile. ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swq6Y6Qd9sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fJk5Ggjf_EI/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swq6Y6Qd9sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fJk5Ggjf_EI/s200/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339239729657538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si azi a fost ceata. Pe drum am intalnit un catel mic..era zgribulit de frig…era atat de mic…si nasul lui era atat de rece…stii ca un catel cu nasul rece e un catel sincer? Dar oare nu sunt toti? Ei sunt atat de blanzi..nu ca si oamenii…ar face orice pentru tine…si nu trebuie neaparat sa ii hranesti….o fac din bun simt…oare de ce nu putem fi caini?.....si a inceput sa scanceasca….ii era atat de frig..si parca am inceput sa il inteleg cu fiecare scancit..cu fiecare clipire a ochilor…ce ochi mici si frumosi avea….si se uita la mine atat de rece….de parca nu ii mai pasa de lumea asta….fusese rea lumea asta cu el…si el nu ceruse nimica..decat un loc in care sa iubeasca….un loc in care sa latre fericit si sa fie iubit…nu vroia sa fie iubit la fel cum iubea el…ci doar cineva sa fie acolo pentru el….era trist….era atat trist….imi venea sa plang cand il vedeam cat de firav e si cat de mult dorea sa moara….i-am spus ca il voi iubi si ca voi fi langa el….nu mai vroiam sa il simt atat de rece…..vroiam sa il vad fericit….as fi vrut sa imi zambeasca si sa fie fericit….dar el se incapatana sa taca…si sa sufere. L-am adus in casa si el a schenuat…parca imi multumea dar nu era fericit…..peste noapte l-am lasat la caldura…..si apoi am adormit cu el in brate…..l-am visat cum ii stergeam lacrimile…..&lt;br /&gt;Cand m-am trezit era rece…murise…poate de durere…poate de speranta….plangeam si scheunam incet langa el…se mai dusese o frantura din mine odata cu micutul acesta care venise de nicaieri sa imi arate suferinta la un alt nivel acela final….&lt;br /&gt;As fi vrut sa pot sa fac ceva pentru el…si imi reprosez acest lucru si acum….dar poate ca el asta vroia…se incapatana ca si mine intr-o idee….era iarasi ceata….si eu plangeam cu el in brate inainte de  a-l reda pamantului pentru totdeauna….as fi vrut sa il mai simt o data si poate sa imi zambeasca…….o sa imi amintesc de el…..ii stergeam lacrimile……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1525584117520655091?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1525584117520655091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1525584117520655091' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1525584117520655091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1525584117520655091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-visat-az-noapte-cum-iti-stergeam.html' title='Am visat az noapte cum iti stergeam lacrimile. ...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swq6Y6Qd9sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fJk5Ggjf_EI/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5393925418559442543</id><published>2009-11-22T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:55:19.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...poate maine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swl6-ASWKWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oK_EJbZKrHs/s1600/iarna-in-parc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swl6-ASWKWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oK_EJbZKrHs/s200/iarna-in-parc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406988033282419042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…m-am plimbat azi prin desert….era cald si parca picioarele imi devenisera grele….vedeam undeva o oaza si incercam sa ma apropii de ea, dar parca se departa si lasa in urma ei o dara de apa….mi-am tarat pasii prin apa aceea amestecata cu nisip…era atat de ciudat…parca imi era rece…am inceput sa zambesc. Stii ca uneori cand apa imi atinge picioarele..imi vine sa rad….nu stiu nici acum de ce…dar imi aduc aminte ca am visat intr-o noapte un lac in care ma scaldam si radeam….era noapte si eram singur….eram fericit…nici nu mai imi aduc aminte de ce eram fericit…insa stiu ca undeva in lumina lunii ….cineva plangea. M-am dus spre locul acela care pe masura ce ma apropiam de el..devenea din ce in ce mai indepartat….si cu toate astea fugeam spre el….pana cand l-am ajuns din urma. Pe o iarba atat de verde incat parea de basm statea o fetita si plangea incet. M-am dus spre ea si i-am zambit…mi-a raspuns cu un zambet incocent si plin de lacrimi. Daca ai stii ce mult a insemnat pentru mine zambetul acela….si apoi rasetele ei care ma indemnau sa intru in apa…radeam si eu din ce in ce mai tare si eram fericit….copila radea si ea….si chipul ei imi aducea aminte de cineva…insa nu putea sa deslusesc in minte persoana….radeam si eram fericit. azi m-am plimbat prin parc si era frig…era atat de calm afara si linistea cuprindea totul in jurul meu…pe aleile parcului nu era nimeni…si o ceata apasa greu…am vazut o banca pe care stateam de obicei cand eram suparat…m-am asezat si am inceput sa imi amintesc dureri…si chiar clipele grele prin care trec si prin care am mai trecut ..ma gandeam ca poate nu e normal…ca poate indur mult prea multe…ca poate ar trebui sa pun piciorul in prag… fetita din visul meu a venit spre mine…tremura de frig si era imbracata asa de subtire…mi s-a facut mila de ea….si i-am dat geaca mea….mi-a zambit…acelasi zambet care ma facea sa sper…am intrebat-o de ce e asa subtire imbracata….a inceput sa planga. Inima a inceput sa ma doara cand o vedeam asa de suparata. I-am soptit ca o sa ii fie bine…si ca viata nu e asa cum crede ea…cand va creste mare…cineva o va iubi si I va da caldura de care are nevoie….a zambit iarasi si apoi…razand in hohote mi-a intins haina si a plecat zburdand.&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas singur pe banca si mi-au dat lacrimile. A inceput sa ploua…si picurii erau asa de reci…iar lacrimile mele curgeau necontenit…credeam ca se va opri curand…dar ploaia nu mai era acolo…erau doar lacrimile mele…..se facea seara si ceata se ridica. M-am ridicat si eu de pe banca si mi-am adus aminte de zambetul acela strengar…poate ca va fi bine….sigur va fi bine….cand?....poate ca maine…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5393925418559442543?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5393925418559442543/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5393925418559442543' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5393925418559442543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5393925418559442543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/poate-maine.html' title='...poate maine....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Swl6-ASWKWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oK_EJbZKrHs/s72-c/iarna-in-parc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8159009259100463705</id><published>2009-11-17T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:02:59.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old....</title><content type='html'>Cat am imbatranit in ultimii ani….&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut un an peste viata mea…a mai plouat…si soarele a iesit rar pe strada mea. Putin din timpul pe care l-am petrecut plimbandu-ma prin parc am zabovit asupra bancii pe care am stat si pe care m-ai sarutat  prima data. &lt;br /&gt;Uneori printre lacrimi se ascunde atat de multa dragoste neimpartasita….&lt;br /&gt;Azi am avut nevoie de cineva sa ma stranga in brate. As sperat sa iesi de undeva si sa ma strangi in brate si sa imi zambesti…am inceput sa sper ca un nebun, ca vei aparea in viata mea si ca ma vei face fericit…ceea ce e curios insa…e ca nu te mai vreau niciodata in viata mea…ci vroiam o imbratisare calda de pe vremea cand zambetele mele veneau din inima si de pe vremea cand ploia nu era doar motiv de lacrimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8159009259100463705?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8159009259100463705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8159009259100463705' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8159009259100463705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8159009259100463705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/old.html' title='old....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2607546011559516214</id><published>2009-11-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:06:29.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putin din vremurile de demult...(pe versuri de Vescan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SwGwbNRllVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cWe160sJIdU/s1600/00vescan-dansezcupozelevechifata-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SwGwbNRllVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cWe160sJIdU/s200/00vescan-dansezcupozelevechifata-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404795009287689554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci omul era om,acum omul e caine&lt;br /&gt;Atunci nu profitau toti,se stia de rusine&lt;br /&gt;Atunci femeile se bucurau pt o floare&lt;br /&gt;Acum se bucura daca le duci pe banii tai la mare&lt;br /&gt;Si e mare lacomia si invidia de azi&lt;br /&gt;Nu simti o mana pe umar doar daca te ajuta sa cazi&lt;br /&gt;Atunci puteai sa ai mai mult de 3-4 fratzi&lt;br /&gt;Acum sub fetze zambitoare stau bulangii mascatzi&lt;br /&gt;Acum copii de 12 ani se plang cat le e de greu&lt;br /&gt;Si`tzi rad in fatza daca zici ca exista d`zeu&lt;br /&gt;Nu respecta nimik,au lumea lor virtuala&lt;br /&gt;Cu capu`n plasma nu stiu nici daca ploua afara&lt;br /&gt;Si ce le pasa lor,de ce e bine si ce nu&lt;br /&gt;Cat timp au calculator mai bomba ca a lu` vecinu&lt;br /&gt;Atunci visul unui pusti era un mountain bike&lt;br /&gt;Acum e sa ajunga cel mai bun la counter strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci stiam ce e iubirea fara sa citim in Dex&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu se mai face dragoste,se face doar sex&lt;br /&gt;Atunci erai sarac respectat pt ce`ai in cap&lt;br /&gt;Acum vezi respect doar daca iesi din casa lu` Tziriac&lt;br /&gt;Atunci oamenii faceau si vorbeau doar dupa&lt;br /&gt;Acum vorbesc si cand tre sa faca se fac ca uita&lt;br /&gt;Atunci gaseai compasiune,intelegere&lt;br /&gt;Acum pactul cu diavolul e cea mai buna alegere&lt;br /&gt;Inca ma mir ca prostu de ce poate face banu&lt;br /&gt;Atunci eram egali toti nu prea conta buzunaru&lt;br /&gt;Acum femeile aleg barbatii dupa vile&lt;br /&gt;Si li se pare demodat sa mai ramana virgine&lt;br /&gt;Totul s`a schimbat,stam intre curve si hotzi&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa rezistam vii suntem mai reci ca niste morti&lt;br /&gt;Si ar mai fi de zis multe,mult,mult prea multe&lt;br /&gt;Dar prefer sa inchei,oricum nimeni n`o s`asculte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2607546011559516214?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2607546011559516214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2607546011559516214' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2607546011559516214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2607546011559516214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/putin-din-vremurile-de-demultpe-versuri.html' title='Putin din vremurile de demult...(pe versuri de Vescan)'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SwGwbNRllVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cWe160sJIdU/s72-c/00vescan-dansezcupozelevechifata-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2927566785722492736</id><published>2009-11-15T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:02:16.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sv_j0kYza3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eSdm4tTOp4s/s1600-h/lumina-de-la-capatul-tunelului.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sv_j0kYza3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eSdm4tTOp4s/s200/lumina-de-la-capatul-tunelului.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404288570128296818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lumina departe ma priveste si parca vrea sa imi spuna ceva. Sunt singur si printre lacrimi care imi curg pe obraz razbate un zambet. E o amintire. Un suflet undeva departe se plimba prin ploaie cautand raspunsuri…cautand un zambet. As vrea atat de mult sa fiu acolo sa iti dau zambetul acela de care ai nevoie, ca apoi sa ajung la lumina aceea. Stii, uneori ma gandesc la pace….si nu gasesc raspunsul. Stii, uneori intunericul ma cuprinde si am nevoie de lumina din ochii tai sa ma caluzeasca spre bine, asa cum facea intotdeauna cand eram intr-un moment greu. Acum nu mai esti aici si parca plecarea ta a lasat un mare gol in inima mea. Ma simt singur de cand ai plecat…ma simt singur de cand printre stele iti calauzesti drumul si parca atunci cand ma uit pe cer te vad si as vrea sa imi zambesti.&lt;br /&gt;Daca lumea m-ar lasa as veni sa te vad…as veni sa te mai strang odata in brate si sa te iti mai ascult o data vocea ta calma si buna……as putea zambi…si cine stie….poate drumul spre lumia aceea nu ar mai fi asa de greu…&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;(dedicata acele persoane care a plecat la cer si caruia ii datorez ceea ce sunt aici. Multumesc bunico...tu vei ramane mereu floricica mea! -  mama...sa stii ca nu te-am uitat si ma gandesc tot timpul la tine sperand sa iti pot multumi vreodata pentru ca mi-ai calauzit pasii)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpQ-W3TcEyU&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2927566785722492736?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2927566785722492736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2927566785722492736' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2927566785722492736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2927566785722492736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-lumina-departe-ma-priveste-si-parca.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sv_j0kYza3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eSdm4tTOp4s/s72-c/lumina-de-la-capatul-tunelului.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5919026476379428995</id><published>2009-11-12T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:35:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poveste neterminata....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvxC7C6NvXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UU7rylGsMes/s1600-h/blackdreameg8vk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvxC7C6NvXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UU7rylGsMes/s200/blackdreameg8vk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403267235098508658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atat de liniste in camera mea…..e o liniste in care visez…e linistea in care vad o lumina undeva la capat. Mai demult aici era un foc cald…si flacarile lui se jucau asa de frumos in aer..parca se imbratisau intr-o feerica poveste de dragoste. Mai era si un pian la care obisnuiam sa ma uit sperand ca odata va canta o melodie care sa ma faca sa zambesc. Acum nu mai e nimic…camera mea e goala si rece. Undeva intr-un colt am zarit o sticla rasturnata…poate bausem ieri din ea. Nu mai imi aduc aminte, stiu insa ca ieri era mai cald…hmm…mai e si o poza….si in ea zambesc….cine stie de cand o am….si parca incep sa imi amintesc cand mi-am facut-o..incep sa zambesc….era ziua mea…..implinisemn atunci o varsta mare…o varsta care ma facea sa intru printre cei maturi. Imi aduc aminte ca vroiam sa am o amintire a copilariei mele prelungite…si zimbisemn…mi-am adus aminte atunci de tot…tin minte ca dupa ce am lasat aparatul jos….mi-au dat lacrimile….&lt;br /&gt;Mai stiu ca ploua in ziua aceea…in toate zilele in care am suferit ploua…si pe geam se formasera niste brazde taiate de picurii care cadeau cu putere pe acel pervas roshu…de ce il facusem rosu? Nu mai imi aduc mainte…cred ca era doar pentru ca iti placuse tie culoarea aceea..da acum imi amintesc iti placuse intradevar culoarea aceea. &lt;br /&gt;....iti mai amintesti cand m-am taiat la deget? Cat sange mi-a curs si tu plangeai fara sa faci nimic. Te-am prins in brate atunci si mi-ai zambit ….batea vantu in seara aceea….si noi ne iubeam in balcon…era rece si tu nu mai vroiai sa intram….am inghetat…ce mai racisei atunci….&lt;br /&gt;Hmm …e rece in camera mea…si mai deschis o sticla…si beau ceva fara sa imi dau seama…..se face cald. Se aude incet un pian….cu greu deslusesc sunetele…apoi parca ca intr-o melodie veche deslusesc …parca plange cu mine….mi-a cazut sticla din mana si s-a spart….ce ciudat arata sticla cand e sparta….am vrut sa o ridic si m-am taiat ..am inceput sa rad ca un bezmetic….sangele imi curge si nimeni nu e aici sa il faca sa se opreasca….e din ce in ce mai cald..si tu intri in camera…pasesti spre mine si te apropii...e foarte cald.....si...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5919026476379428995?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5919026476379428995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5919026476379428995' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5919026476379428995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5919026476379428995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/poveste-neterminata.html' title='poveste neterminata....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvxC7C6NvXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UU7rylGsMes/s72-c/blackdreameg8vk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-1090741868288484643</id><published>2009-11-12T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:31:20.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentrunoidoaruclujconteaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvvjswyLUBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWmdWgJDVec/s1600-h/fza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvvjswyLUBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWmdWgJDVec/s200/fza.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403162536110149650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvviRQaAdNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dketr24cvlQ/s1600-h/elevu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvviRQaAdNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dketr24cvlQ/s200/elevu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403160964050744530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe elevu il stiu de ani buni...l-am cunoscut prin 94 ca un cal breaz care isi dadea sufletul cand era in galerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am cunoscut mai apoi si ca om si e un mare sufletist...il respect si acuma si o sa ii invat pe copii mei sa il respecte pentru ceea ce face el pentru U Cluj si pentru galeria asta... e ceva ce ar trebui trecut in istorie. Normal ca langa el sunt altii si altii care au tinut aprinsa torta supravietuirii, desi am trecut prin perioade grele, chiar foarte grele uneori. Trebuie sa ne respectam unii pe altii, mai ales ca suntem oameni care am tinut flama asta aprinsa..care am tinut echipa asta pe linia de plutire. stitii prin ce am tinut noi echipa in viata? prin sufletul mare, prin inimile alea care au alcatuit imaginea aia de vis din gruia cand le-am aratat tuturor cine suntem noi: O MARE INIMA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevu se contopeste la un moment dat cu galeria, langa el sunt aceiasi oameni...aceiasi suporteri..aceleasi inimi mari1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ii respectam...vreau sa ii iubim si sa ne mandrim la urma urmei cu noi insine! Alaturi de ei mi-am petrecut o parte din viata..&lt;br /&gt;Haide U! va rasuna mult timp de aici incolo si asta si datorita lor!&lt;br /&gt;ii respect pe toti..dar fata de altii am putin mai multa consideratie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai U Doamnelor, Domnisoarelor si Domnilor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS astia suntem noi.. si vom fi mereu aceeasi si nu uitati:&lt;br /&gt;U Cluj nu s-a nascut sa castige trofee ci s-a nascut sa fie iubita! &lt;br /&gt;Va rog nu transformati U in ceva comercial!&lt;br /&gt;Va rog Iubiti U fara a cere nimic in schimb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-1090741868288484643?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/1090741868288484643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=1090741868288484643' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1090741868288484643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/1090741868288484643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/pe-elevu-il-stiu-de-ani-buni.html' title='Pentrunoidoaruclujconteaza'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvvjswyLUBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWmdWgJDVec/s72-c/fza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7293428137415597342</id><published>2009-11-10T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:39:05.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uneori e mai bine sa infrangi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Svl6mJIE0-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DRWpYql5YnY/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Svl6mJIE0-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DRWpYql5YnY/s200/eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484023711028194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.Sunt obosit as vrea sa pot sa dorm dar nu mai pot…a trecut prea mult timp sunt plictisit de tot, sunt sictirit. Am obosit sa tot alerg ca si un caine maidanez sa sper ca cineva acolo o sa ma vada si pe mine o sa-mi simta durerea, dar nu, primesc o coaja de amagire si ma multumesc si cu ea pt ca e tot ce am e tot ce imi doream pentru ca e mai mult decat speram. E ciudat cum tot ce e mai bun in tine sau ceea ce ar trebui sa te intregeasca dispare ramane doar o amintire acolo uitata, prafuita ca un bibelou de portelan, e fragila, se sparge te doare pentru ca ai mai pierdut ceva din tine inca o bucatica si te intrebi cate vor mai fi oare, de ce eu? de ce la mine? de ce nu altul ca si mine? Pentru ca esti ales. Esti ales sa iti duci soarta mai departe sa incerci. Si cu fiecare farama de speranta sa te intrebi de data asta reusesc? Dar nu. Nu e asa, orice farama de speranta se spulbera in urma ta. Ma simt ciudat pentru ca tot ce ating, eu sparg. E ciudat sa iti dai seama dinainte ca asa va fi dar asta e, nu ai ce face, te duci astepti doar sa auzi un zgomot in surdina si nu-l auzit dar simti cum s-a mai rupt o bucatica. Zambesti, deja te-ai obisnuit si strigi dar nu te-aude nimeni, sau poate nu vrea nimeni sa te auda. Si intr-un zgomot surd te prabusesti, esti singur. E prea putin. Te doare si te ridici si pleci. Si daca esti intrebat incotro raspunzi plin de mahnire “Plec spre o alta dezamagire!”. Ai vrea sa te mai uiti in spate ai vrea sa vezi unde-ai gresit dar, doare si esti mahnit in continuare. Mai bine pleaca-ti capul si lasati-l taiat pentru ca atunci nu o sa mai doara si te simti eliberat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Dude i'm here for u...u know that always there is a bridge to cross to another level even if it's a regression...after u cross it the sun will be over u (that bastard pervert sun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7293428137415597342?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7293428137415597342/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7293428137415597342' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7293428137415597342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7293428137415597342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/uneori-e-mai-bine-sa-infrangi.html' title='uneori e mai bine sa infrangi!'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Svl6mJIE0-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DRWpYql5YnY/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5855379584602814229</id><published>2009-11-09T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:47:15.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ca sa vezi ce usor poti sa explici unei femei lojika calculatoarelor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvkMUDSejuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wf0gYEeuXDw/s1600-h/Computer-256x256.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvkMUDSejuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wf0gYEeuXDw/s200/Computer-256x256.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402362766627344098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna ziua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca vreau sa copiez pe floppy un film, apas butonul “paste” si atunci imi apare un text care-mi spune ca nu este loc destul pe floppy. Dupa asta apas “paste shortcut”, si astfel filmul deja incape.&lt;br /&gt;Problema este atunci cand vreau sa vad filmul pe un alt calculator, fiind avertizata ca nu gaseste filmul, totusi de pe calculatorul meu pot sa pornesc filmul de pe floppy. Care poate fi problema?&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul celor de la firma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stimata doamna!&lt;br /&gt;In poseta dumneavoastra nu puteti baga o blana. Un biletel insa, pe care e scris “blana se afla in dulap”, incape lejer in poseta.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar daca sunteti acasa si cititi biletelul “blana se afla in dulap”, atunci sigur o gasiti acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Situatia e nasoala atunci cind sunteti la prietena dumneavoastra si cititi biletelul. In dulapul prietenei puteti cauta la nesfarsit blana, nu o veti gasi niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Explicatie:&lt;br /&gt;Poseta - floppy&lt;br /&gt;Blana - filmul&lt;br /&gt;Biletel - “shortcut”&lt;br /&gt;Dulap - calculator&lt;br /&gt;Molia din dulap - virus&lt;br /&gt;Vecinul in dulap - hacker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5855379584602814229?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5855379584602814229/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5855379584602814229' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5855379584602814229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5855379584602814229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/ca-sa-vezi-ce-usor-poti-sa-explici-unei.html' title='ca sa vezi ce usor poti sa explici unei femei lojika calculatoarelor....'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvkMUDSejuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wf0gYEeuXDw/s72-c/Computer-256x256.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2137784979098679223</id><published>2009-11-09T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:38:35.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numai "U"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvfjFaAoAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qqnsWKJXcXk/s1600-h/u-cluj5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvfjFaAoAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qqnsWKJXcXk/s200/u-cluj5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035960074994274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvfikeK5oUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jM5Hkpyay6c/s1600-h/u-cluj5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvfikeK5oUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jM5Hkpyay6c/s320/u-cluj5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035394256150850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ciclul: Cu bucata mea de paine am rupt dintii unui caine...va prezint un episor deosebit concretizat intr-un banc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jurnalul ei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambata seara mi s-a parut ca se purta ciudat. Facusem planuri sa mergem la un bar ca sa bem ceva. Fusesem la cumparaturi cu prietenele mele toata ziua si am crezut ca era suparat ca am intarziat. Nu a zis nimic. Conversatia nu incepea, asa ca am propus sa mergem undeva unde sa putem vorbi in liniste. A fost de acord dar era in continuare tacut si absent. L-am intrebat ce nu era in regula. A spus ca e totul ok. L-am intrebat daca era suparat pe mine…daca tacerea lui era din vina mea. Mi-a spus ca nu are legatura cu mine si sa nu imi fac probleme.&lt;br /&gt;In drum spre casa i-am spus ca il iubesc, el doar a zambit si a continuat sa conduca. Nu imi pot explica comportamentul lui. Nu inteleg de ce nu mi-a spus “si eu te iubesc”…..&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns acasa, am simtit ca l-am pierdut, ca si cum nu ar mai fi dorit sa aiba de a face cu mine niciodata. Pur si simplu statea si se uita la televizor. Parea atat de distant si absent. In final m-am hotarat sa merg sa ma culc. Dupa vreo 10 minute a venit si el in pat, si spre surprinderea mea a fost receptiv la mangaierile mele, si am facut dragoste. Dar tot nu era el…am simtit ca era distras si cu gandul in alta parte. Am simtit ca nu mai rezist asa ca m-am hotarat sa il confrunt, dar el adormise deja.&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa plang cu cearsaful in dreptul gurii pentru ca nu vroiam sa-l trezesc si am plans, si am plans, pana am adormit si eu. Sunt disperata. Nu stiu ce sa ma fac. Sunt aproape sigura ca se gandeste la alta. Viata mea e un dezastru.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jurnalul lui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“U” iar o pierdut, dar macar m-am futut…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2137784979098679223?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2137784979098679223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2137784979098679223' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2137784979098679223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2137784979098679223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/numai-u.html' title='Numai &quot;U&quot;'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvfjFaAoAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qqnsWKJXcXk/s72-c/u-cluj5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-6652855908611883438</id><published>2009-11-07T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:48:47.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre ploaie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvXc0FZgk_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wU9A32SVnHo/s1600-h/126-Cu+spatele+la+ploaie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvXc0FZgk_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wU9A32SVnHo/s320/126-Cu+spatele+la+ploaie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401466115461256178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia este o formă de precipitaţii atmosferice. Ploaia se formează când diferite picături de apă din nori cad pe suprafaţa Pamântului în formă lichidă. Nu toată ploaia ajunge în sol. Unele picături de apă se evaporă în timpul căderii şi nu mai ajung în pământ.&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia este o parte importantă a circuitului apei în natură şi are loc după ce apa care s-a evaporat din râuri, lacuri, oceane, ş.a.m.d. se condensează ajungând picături de apă şi cade pe pământ, întorcându-se înapoi în pârâuri, râuri, lacuri. Procesul formării ploii este numit şi efectul Bergenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia insa mai presus de toate e o puzderie de lacrimi...ale mele, ale tale...ale noastre...ale lor&lt;br /&gt;...si mai e ceva....ploaia ma face trist...de fiecare data!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-6652855908611883438?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/6652855908611883438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=6652855908611883438' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6652855908611883438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/6652855908611883438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/despre-ploaie.html' title='Despre ploaie...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvXc0FZgk_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wU9A32SVnHo/s72-c/126-Cu+spatele+la+ploaie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-5684010828701414859</id><published>2009-11-06T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:39:10.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simteam nevoia unei completari in timp ce vb cu un prieten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSW0xlzGtI/AAAAAAAAADU/A-Evtm8oRNc/s1600-h/zambet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSW0xlzGtI/AAAAAAAAADU/A-Evtm8oRNc/s320/zambet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401107686533307090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ce e naspa?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Naspa e ca de fiecare data... viata merge inainte....si eu vreau sa zambesc ....cred ca altii vor zambi cand vor vedea asta....e ceva normal...nimeni nu poate fi asa de trist sa nu zambeasca unui pui de om!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-5684010828701414859?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/5684010828701414859/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=5684010828701414859' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5684010828701414859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/5684010828701414859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/simteam-nevoia-unei-completari-in-timp.html' title='simteam nevoia unei completari in timp ce vb cu un prieten...'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSW0xlzGtI/AAAAAAAAADU/A-Evtm8oRNc/s72-c/zambet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-4623459340264309229</id><published>2009-11-06T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:23:30.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasii mei se aud parka atat de surd intr-un tunnel care nu are nici un capat…..si se plimba intr-un nesfarsit ecou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSTfWwmCtI/AAAAAAAAADM/GugcPRlADLA/s1600-h/sadness_by_joim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Nici nu mi-am dat seama ca vroiam asta…eu…un om care nu iubeste ploaia….si ma mir de ce…cred ca ma gandeam la tine…sin u puteam plange……am lasat pana la urma ploaia sa planga pentru mine. Am lasat-o sa planga si mi-am vazut de gandurile mele…daca ploia ar putea sa te faca sa zambesti cred ca lumea ar fi mai buna…..as reusi un pas inainte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Azi mi-am dat seama ca pe noi ne despart lacrimile astea de ploaie…si ca as vrea ca ploaia asta care cade peste mine sa fie mai calda…mi-as aminti de sarutul acela din ploaie…si eu….cred ca as zambi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-4623459340264309229?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/4623459340264309229/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=4623459340264309229' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4623459340264309229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/4623459340264309229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/11/pasii-mei-se-aud-parka-atat-de-surd.html' title='Pasii mei se aud parka atat de surd intr-un tunnel care nu are nici un capat…..si se plimba intr-un nesfarsit ecou.'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSTfWwmCtI/AAAAAAAAADM/GugcPRlADLA/s72-c/sadness_by_joim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8824433239218919728</id><published>2009-10-29T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:53:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SulxkvvU8II/AAAAAAAAACs/R71uMhQeAiY/s1600-h/ion_moina0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SulxkvvU8II/AAAAAAAAACs/R71uMhQeAiY/s200/ion_moina0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397970504484450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In templul ce vibra odata/ La imnul unei mari iubiri&lt;br /&gt;Se-asterne de azi incet tacerea/ Pe malul Somesului lin&lt;br /&gt;Momente unice traiam/ Strigand mereu pe-acelasi ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ce-i pentru unii o vocala/ Iar pentru noi e un simbol&lt;br /&gt;Din tot a mai ramas splendoarea/ A miilor de amintiri&lt;br /&gt;Care raman mereu in inimi/ Si vor renaste din iubiri&lt;br /&gt;Iubiri ce le purtam in suflet/ Printr-un simbol etern sublim&lt;br /&gt;Ce rautatea nu-l v-a sterge/ Caci langa "U" mereu vom fi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doamne cum trece vremea....parca mai ieri admiram galeria...avand 6-7 ani si incercand timid sa ma apropriu de ei...&lt;br /&gt;amintiri care insumeaza vreo 25 de ani de durere...de suferinta si de bucurii boeme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ieri afisam banere pe stadionul Ioan Moina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulyzw0zBrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MkLMItOLhOY/s1600-h/fzzzaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulyzw0zBrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MkLMItOLhOY/s200/fzzzaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397971861985494706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulyzw0zBrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MkLMItOLhOY/s1600-h/fzzzaa.jpg"&gt;si azi vedem un stadion care incepe sa se construiasca..timid la inceput...dar pornit in tromba..insa cine stie daca in contextul actual se va construi pana la capat...si daca da....cand va fi gata...permiteti-mi sa fiupesimist!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulz1Vi7rzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PDKKmXOr6Cw/s1600-h/noul+moina.08.-ORA-14.30-FUNDATIE-MACARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulz1Vi7rzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PDKKmXOr6Cw/s200/noul+moina.08.-ORA-14.30-FUNDATIE-MACARA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397972988534173490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulz-Rv6_9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lr7FLvFOJNg/s1600-h/noul+moina.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Sulz-Rv6_9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lr7FLvFOJNg/s200/noul+moina.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397973142133735378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8824433239218919728?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8824433239218919728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8824433239218919728' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8824433239218919728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8824433239218919728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-templul-ce-vibra-odata-la-imnul-unei.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SulxkvvU8II/AAAAAAAAACs/R71uMhQeAiY/s72-c/ion_moina0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7261966105521737679</id><published>2009-10-28T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:24:04.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Suiq7lf1mFI/AAAAAAAAACM/QA9BRT51hyA/s1600-h/DSCF0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Suiq7lf1mFI/AAAAAAAAACM/QA9BRT51hyA/s200/DSCF0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397752094058190930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SuiqwmsQLiI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lvcq3ZOpGmQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SuiqwmsQLiI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lvcq3ZOpGmQ/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397751905400139298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uitate de vreme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amintite de trecut....&lt;br /&gt;si..cine stie pomenite in viitor...&lt;br /&gt;sau nu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7261966105521737679?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7261966105521737679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7261966105521737679' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7261966105521737679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7261966105521737679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/Suiq7lf1mFI/AAAAAAAAACM/QA9BRT51hyA/s72-c/DSCF0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-7708957759768536472</id><published>2008-06-15T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T07:46:04.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFUrIUY8cCI/AAAAAAAAABI/liY2-vqj9As/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFUrIUY8cCI/AAAAAAAAABI/liY2-vqj9As/s200/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119565663498274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muzica bun...chiar foarte buna...dar ce zic io foarte buna......ia ascultati..si apoi mai vb:&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Dan Spataru – Drumurile noastre toate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Mirabela Dauer si Marian Nistor – Frunza mea albastra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Loredana – Buna seara iubito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Marian Nistor si &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SAVOY&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; - Domnisoara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Stela Enache – Ani de liceu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Compact – Mi-e tare dor de tine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Ducu Berti – M-am indragostit numai de ea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Semnal M – Fereastra ta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Iris – Floare de iris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Gabriel Cotabita – Nopate albastra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Laura Stoica – Un actor grabit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Gheorghe Gheorghiu – Unde dragoste nu e nmic nu e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Mirabela Dauer – Ioane ioane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Gabriel Dorobantu – Hai vino iar in gara noastra mica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Madalina Manole – Fata Draga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Catalin Crisan – Daca pleci&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Eva Kish – Puterea dragostei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Ilie Micolov – Dragoste la prima vedere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Angela Similea – Casa mea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Mirabela Dauer – Nopate de mai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Stefan Hrusca – Un copac cu flori&lt;/p&gt;  si nu e doi de 4 maaaa....e la egalitate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-7708957759768536472?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/7708957759768536472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=7708957759768536472' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7708957759768536472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/7708957759768536472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2008/06/muzica-bun.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFUrIUY8cCI/AAAAAAAAABI/liY2-vqj9As/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-2571421809716541789</id><published>2008-06-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:13:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visez cu ochii deschisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFLjCmZiJ6I/AAAAAAAAABA/hOkQUwJdZgA/s1600-h/ochi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFLjCmZiJ6I/AAAAAAAAABA/hOkQUwJdZgA/s200/ochi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211477352627972002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara...o pala de vant a batut la fereastra mea...mi-a zambit si apoi am inceput sa povestim. L-am intrebat pe unde a calatorit si mi-a zis ca te-a vazut...esti frumoasa si zambetul tau e la fel de frumos, chiar mirific as adauga eu...stiu asta de pe vremea cand mi-ai dat voie sa iubesc un inger precum esti tu. Stii....iti doresc tot binele din lume...te iubesc si printre toate lacrimile care le vars gandindu-ma la tine te vad din ce in ce mai frumoasa si mai fericita... o data am visat ca erai in brate cu o fetita si era asa de frumoasa ca si tine... as fi vrut sa o tin in brate si eu....si as vrea sa te mai tin cateodata si pe tine in brate...sa iti mangai parul tau frumos si sa ma uit in ochii tai mari si atat de adanci... precum cerul instelat...de multe ori m-am uitat la el..sperand sa te zaresc acolo...sa iti mai vad o data zambetul...dar stralucirea stelelor nu se compara cu lumina din ochii tai. esti atat de frumoasa si atat de departe. ......Acum eu am sa plec mi-a spus vantul si suierand dus a fost...luand cu el...gandurile mele..sperantele si sufletul. Mi-a promis ca iti va spune de mine....dar eu cred ca m-ai uitat.....acum noaptea se lasa peste fereastra mea....si e vremea in care oamenii dorm...a mea insa vremea in care pot sa visez fara sa fiu vinovat de nimika.....poate ca ...o sa ma trezesc si eu fericit....sau poate nu...deocamdata am atatea amintiri care sa imi tina de cald in iarna asta care se asterne peste viata mea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-2571421809716541789?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/2571421809716541789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=2571421809716541789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2571421809716541789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/2571421809716541789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2008/06/aseara.html' title='visez cu ochii deschisi'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SFLjCmZiJ6I/AAAAAAAAABA/hOkQUwJdZgA/s72-c/ochi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-8697179009416251070</id><published>2008-06-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:08:01.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SExYFP4vo4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/DyWLIj2h2HQ/s1600-h/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SExYFP4vo4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/DyWLIj2h2HQ/s320/DSC05037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209635716147946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi ...a mai trecut o zi..poate in calendar s-a mai taiat o foaie....vremea trece cateodata asa de repede pe langa noi incat uitam de micile bucurii ale vietii. Azi m-am uitat la meciuri si parca m-a cuprins o fericire....sa vad asa calitate...asa giumbuslukuri....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-8697179009416251070?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/8697179009416251070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=8697179009416251070' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8697179009416251070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/8697179009416251070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2008/06/azi.html' title=''/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SExYFP4vo4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/DyWLIj2h2HQ/s72-c/DSC05037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611727550231001008.post-3287490512787481272</id><published>2008-06-08T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:01:31.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce mi-am facut blog?</title><content type='html'>cred de---geaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreq stie...l-am vazt pe Andruska, fratele meu fluffy care si-o facut unu...cica se poarta...si cica am multe de spus...&lt;br /&gt;cred ca de multe ori treburile o sa fie prea personale..so don't fuck with me...i'm just a fluffy dude who happends to be more than that (dreq stie ce insamna si asta...i-am dat copy paste de undeva ca suna bine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611727550231001008-3287490512787481272?l=ciprianstoica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/feeds/3287490512787481272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611727550231001008&amp;postID=3287490512787481272' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3287490512787481272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611727550231001008/posts/default/3287490512787481272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciprianstoica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-ce-mi-am-facut-blog.html' title='de ce mi-am facut blog?'/><author><name>AngusJAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413541169980281168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFCVG1IYFPQ/SvSYIMie0lI/AAAAAAAAADk/UT9tz9COYoA/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
