<?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-2010487194128502674</id><updated>2011-11-01T06:36:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-617907920724897744</id><published>2011-06-19T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:38:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanta cheii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDR2eFWOg_s/Tf4X_ufQVuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/grFQNsv8MFg/s1600/2334834-3-loneliness3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDR2eFWOg_s/Tf4X_ufQVuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/grFQNsv8MFg/s320/2334834-3-loneliness3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619955768583280354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheia ce mi-ai dat aseară -&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de la poarta verde -&lt;br /&gt;Am pierdut-o chiar aseară!...&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce cheie nu se pierde?&lt;br /&gt;Cheia ce mi-ai dat aseară&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a căzut din turn,&lt;br /&gt;Pe scară,&lt;br /&gt;Şi căzând, mi-a stins lumina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheia ce-am pierdut aseară&lt;br /&gt;Am cătat-o ;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe scară&lt;br /&gt;Era noapte ca şi-afară -&lt;br /&gt;Noapte ca sub boltuita&lt;br /&gt;Cupolă de mănăstire,&lt;br /&gt;Când s-au stins pe la icoane&lt;br /&gt;Lumânările de ceară.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi-am rămas în turnul gotic -&lt;br /&gt;Turnul celor trei blazoane:&lt;br /&gt;Al Iubirii,&lt;br /&gt;Al Speranţei,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-al Credinţei viitoare...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-am rămas în turnul gotic&lt;br /&gt;Domn pe-ntinsele imperii&lt;br /&gt;Ale negrului haotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi-au trecut de-aseară clipe,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-au trecut de-aseară ore,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-ale zorilor aripe&lt;br /&gt;Fluturatu-mi-au grăbite,&lt;br /&gt;Ca şi clipele trăite&lt;br /&gt;Pe-albul treptelor sonore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi m-am coborât pe scară...&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe cea din urmă treaptă&lt;br /&gt;Cheia ce mi-ai dat aseară&lt;br /&gt;Am găsit-o prefăcută&lt;br /&gt;Într-o cupă albă, plină&lt;br /&gt;Cu vin verde de cucută.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe cea din urmă treaptă&lt;br /&gt;Am îngenuncheat&lt;br /&gt;Şi-am plâns -&lt;br /&gt;Căci pe cea din urmă treaptă,&lt;br /&gt;Ca-ntr-o carte înţeleaptă,&lt;br /&gt;Am citit în fundul cupei&lt;br /&gt;Naufragiul ce m-aşteaptă!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mereu in inimile noastre !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bunicului meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Paciurea Constantin Emilian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1934-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-617907920724897744?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/617907920724897744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/romanta-cheii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/617907920724897744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/617907920724897744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/romanta-cheii.html' title='Romanta cheii'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDR2eFWOg_s/Tf4X_ufQVuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/grFQNsv8MFg/s72-c/2334834-3-loneliness3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2723604483573832926</id><published>2011-01-26T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:36:03.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TUBbbn6tJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/4H4q43e0eX4/s1600/ny-times_square-people_watching-night_shots-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TUBbbn6tJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/4H4q43e0eX4/s320/ny-times_square-people_watching-night_shots-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566549669559739810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Francis Bacon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we might go and meet their ideal cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is something that creates equality and mutuality, not a reward for finding equality or a way of intensifying existing mutuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rowan D. Williams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Foley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must reach out our hand in friendship and dignity both to those who would befriend us and those who would be our enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arthur Ashe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Eliot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bertrand Russell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few friendships would survive if each one knew what his friend says of him behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blaise Pascal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Camus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a sheltering tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samuel Coleridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ben Jonson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All love that has not friendship for its base,&lt;br /&gt;Is like a mansion built upon the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ella Wheeler Wilcox &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship should be surrounded with ceremonies and respects, and not crushed into corners. Friendship requires more time than poor busy men can usually command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bereavement in their death to feel&lt;br /&gt;Whom We have never seen --&lt;br /&gt;A Vital Kinsmanship import&lt;br /&gt;Our Soul and theirs -- between --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is virtue, virtue, which both creates and preserves friendship. On it depends harmony of interest, permanence, fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cicero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marlene Dietrich &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go against the dominant thinking of your friends, of most of the people you see every day, is perhaps the most difficult act of heroism you can perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Theodore H. White &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is one before whom I may think aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2723604483573832926?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2723604483573832926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2723604483573832926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2723604483573832926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TUBbbn6tJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/4H4q43e0eX4/s72-c/ny-times_square-people_watching-night_shots-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7226551206922679836</id><published>2010-12-24T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:28:19.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TRTsL8CjX9I/AAAAAAAAANc/a6RzTl_PfkU/s1600/Thats_All_About_Feelings_by_soulofautumn87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TRTsL8CjX9I/AAAAAAAAANc/a6RzTl_PfkU/s320/Thats_All_About_Feelings_by_soulofautumn87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554323930294214610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sunt multe lucruri  greu de inteles in lume , insa , unul singur ma atrage in mod special. Sentimentele oamenilor pentru cei din jur atat de complexe. Un econimist ar zice ca toate relatiile sunt bazate pe interese de natura sociala sau materiala. Eu nu cred asta. Sentimentele sunt facute pentru a hrani sufletul prin amploarea lor. Nu se pot defini , nu se pot operationaliza si nu se pot categoriza. Ele exista. Odata ce apar nu mai dispar daca sunt cu adevarat sentimente profunde.Ele ard in fundal ca o lumanare cand  cu mai multa forta cand mai incet ,dar nu se stinge decat cand ajunge la sfarsitul vietii si in urma ei ramane doar un fum.&lt;br /&gt;     Voi incerca sa inchei anul cu paleta mea de sentimente care creeaza cele mai speciale momente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7226551206922679836?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7226551206922679836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/12/momente-si-sentimente-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7226551206922679836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7226551206922679836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/12/momente-si-sentimente-9.html' title='Momente si sentimente 9'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TRTsL8CjX9I/AAAAAAAAANc/a6RzTl_PfkU/s72-c/Thats_All_About_Feelings_by_soulofautumn87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7195048380795032509</id><published>2010-12-03T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:37:26.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O lume scrisa c-un stilou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TPlcMgcv-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/SgdRLzNFyHo/s1600/ayer-lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TPlcMgcv-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/SgdRLzNFyHo/s320/ayer-lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546565786022181874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori as vrea sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Ca un inger pe un nor&lt;br /&gt;Sa plutesc incet spre soare&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma pierd usor in zare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi asculta un cantec dulce&lt;br /&gt;Si-o pasare care va plange&lt;br /&gt;Voi vedea o papadie&lt;br /&gt;Lepadandu-se de haina argintie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi plange si eu &lt;br /&gt;Odata la randul  meu&lt;br /&gt;Vazand un lac pustiu &lt;br /&gt;Parasit de-un farmec azuriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma voi trezi in cartile mele&lt;br /&gt;Oricat as vrea ca ele&lt;br /&gt;Sa se transforme din nou &lt;br /&gt;Intr-o lume scrisa c-un stilou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Septembrie 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7195048380795032509?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7195048380795032509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-lume-scrisa-c-un-stilou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7195048380795032509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7195048380795032509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-lume-scrisa-c-un-stilou.html' title='O lume scrisa c-un stilou'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TPlcMgcv-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/SgdRLzNFyHo/s72-c/ayer-lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5517682576316182090</id><published>2010-11-06T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:05:19.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWY0Nspy-I/AAAAAAAAANM/TJkjUREaLq0/s1600/stuck-on-you-in-my-unconscious-paradise-darwin-leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWY0Nspy-I/AAAAAAAAANM/TJkjUREaLq0/s320/stuck-on-you-in-my-unconscious-paradise-darwin-leon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536499339719461858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stau pe o banca in parc. Citesc un roman cu tendinte filozofice care ma absoarbe total. Diferitele fire ale povestii ma atrag atat de mult incat intreaga lume se dizolva usor.Are un puternic efect hipnotizant asupra mea.&lt;br /&gt; 'Ai o tigara ? '&lt;br /&gt;Nu aud.&lt;br /&gt; 'Hei , ai o tigara ? '&lt;br /&gt;O fata slabuta , se aseaza langa mine . Ii intorc bruc si scurt privirea.&lt;br /&gt; 'Nu fumez. '&lt;br /&gt;Nu pleaca . Sta acolo , distrugandu-mi sfera placuta in centru careia eram.&lt;br /&gt; 'M-a parasit . '&lt;br /&gt;Vocea ei imi tiuie in ureche atat de tare incat inchid agresiv cartea si ma uit la ea deranjata. Are ochii in lacrimi lucru care imi imoaie un pc rautatea evidenta. Imi dau seama ca si universul din jurul ei s-a topit  , insa nu usor si lin cum se topise al meu , ci brusc , agresiv. Aleg totusi sa nu-i raspund. Ridic capul si privesc pentru prima oara in jurul meu . Imi dau seama ca este toamna.  Frunzele moarte cazute pe alee mai danseaza o ultima data ridicandu-se de la sor pret de o clipa. Ea nu mai zice nimic. Este si ea o frunza moarta. Poate eu ii sunt vantul care trebuie sa o mai ridice odata de la sol. Intorc privirea spre ea dar cuvintele nu vor sa iasa. Ea observa.&lt;br /&gt; 'Nu trebuie sa zici nimic . Poate ma crezi nebuna , Nu e genul meu sa ac asta . M-a lasat singura aici si pur si simplu nu stiam pe unde sa o mai iau.'&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit din nou la frunzele imprastiate pe jos exact ca ideile din capul meu. Nu stiu ce sa-i zic. Tac.&lt;br /&gt;Ea isi arunca capul in palme.&lt;br /&gt; 'Ce ma pot face eu fata el ? Este parte din viata mea.Este chiar viata mea.Nu pot trai fara el. '&lt;br /&gt;Ridica capul din palme si se uita la mine in cautarea unui raspuns. Sub efectul impulsului intorc capul si ma uit din nou la frunze.&lt;br /&gt; 'Probabil ca ti  se pare ca sunt o lasa , ca nu imi pot lua viata in piept , ca nu sunt o persoana puternica... '&lt;br /&gt;Eu intorc rapid capul si o provesc fix in ochi , vrand sa spun ceva . Acum chiar stiu ce sa spun. Ea insa mi-o ia inainte.&lt;br /&gt; 'Da, ai dreptate. E ciudat , nu ? Cum am putut sa uit faptul ca am avut o viata si inainte de el . Acum persoana care sta pe un piedestal este el , iar eu sunt undeva in fata lui la un nivel mult mai jos. Sunt o umbra. Eu nici nu m-am straduit sa il dau jos de acolo . A coborat singur , iar , mie acum nu imi este decat frica sa urc pe acel piedestal initial al meu. Normal ca nu vad lumea si viata de aici de jos. De acolo vederea ar fi mult mai ampla si as putea intelege viata din nou. Sunt libera sa vad din nou. '&lt;br /&gt;Tristetea din ochi i-a disparut . In locul ei s0a instalat o fericite infantila dar si nebunia. Ma uit la ea si ating fara  sa vreau coperta cartii.&lt;br /&gt; 'Iti multumesc . Nu puteam sa intalnesc o persoana mai intelegatoare ca tine. '&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica si pleaca pe aleea plina de frunze. In urma ei frunzele dnaseaza. Nu se uita inapoi. Si-a lasat vechea viata in spate facand loc uneia noua.&lt;br /&gt;Imi iau cartea si citesc din nou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5517682576316182090?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5517682576316182090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5517682576316182090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5517682576316182090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_06.html' title='^^^'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWY0Nspy-I/AAAAAAAAANM/TJkjUREaLq0/s72-c/stuck-on-you-in-my-unconscious-paradise-darwin-leon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2328271118735466769</id><published>2010-11-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:30:24.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWQXjCbfDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EdEhuD0PRzw/s1600/Soul_Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWQXjCbfDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EdEhuD0PRzw/s320/Soul_Spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536490051138714674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Un mesaj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sters de timp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Plin de praf. Un mesaj in care cuvinetele plutesc asmestecate deasupra timpului ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trece nemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Cuvinetele care candva lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536486975015053042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;site de sens acum l-au capatat devenind cuvinte pline de intelepciune .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Misterul unui mesaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; a lasat in urma lui un vid. Cuvantul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;a capatat sens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Acest mesaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; aduce cu el un pachet de amintiri pline de praf. Amintirea c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ajung&lt;/span&gt;e sufletul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2328271118735466769?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2328271118735466769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2328271118735466769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2328271118735466769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TNWQXjCbfDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EdEhuD0PRzw/s72-c/Soul_Spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-389522207739356296</id><published>2010-10-19T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:04:15.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TL4VxNKULBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZMmTYe9aBSU/s1600/end-of-life-abstract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TL4VxNKULBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZMmTYe9aBSU/s320/end-of-life-abstract.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529881327548247058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceleasi si acelasi lucruri ce se repeta zi de zi de noapte de noapte si iar de zi si zi. Chiar nu mai exista “nimc nou” , chiar s-a secat viata de posibilitati ? Viata? Este defecitva de plural , nu v-ati prins pana acum ? De ce sa nu o folosim ca pe un aparat de fotografiat de unica folosinta?  Sa ne concentram cand facem fiecare poza pentru ca stim ca este un numar limitat si cand va ajunge la zero carcasa aparatului  va disparea  , in urma ei ramanand doar pozele , doar ceea ce aparatul a realizat. De ce sa nu incercam sa facem fiecare moment cat mai perfect si mai diferit de cel anterior ?Pentru ca asa e omul. Din pacate nu poate lasa la o parte grijile si stresul cotidian si sa traiasca in adevaratul sens al cuvantului . Omului nu ii este niciodata de ajuns “averea” pe care o detine. Omul nu este niciodata multumit cu statutul lui , nu este multumit de corpul lui , nu este multumit de oamenii din jurul lui si oamenii din jurul lui nu sunt multumiti de el etc. Cand vine partea grea in viata nu ne ramane decat sa ne gandim la viata si atat ; la faptul ca in urmatoarea secunda mai tragi o gura de aer , mai clipesti  o data si nu la ceea ce a fost sau ceea ce va fi . Si asta , cred eu este cel mai greu lucru pe care i-l poti cere unui om.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-389522207739356296?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/389522207739356296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/viata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/389522207739356296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/389522207739356296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/viata.html' title='Viata?'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TL4VxNKULBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZMmTYe9aBSU/s72-c/end-of-life-abstract.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-9093111703177158243</id><published>2010-07-30T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:33:34.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TFNjF6HzWUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QTHvWyaDpRs/s1600/broken+glass+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TFNjF6HzWUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QTHvWyaDpRs/s320/broken+glass+heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499848523101985090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cu cat zbori mai sus cu atat caderea este mai puternica.&lt;br /&gt;Splendoarea si bucuria unor momente care sunt poate cu adevarat unice in viata poate fi pur si simplu daramata intr-o secunda printr-o singura insiruire de cateva cuvinte. Viata e facuta din bucati de sticla * e fragila * care lipite intr-o armonie perfecta creeaza o unitate a carui frumusete *cel putin asa ar trebui * nu poate fi descrisa in cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt; Sticla e de culoare alba *e pura * , insa , printre bucatelele acelea albe mai apare si unul negru sau gri. In acel moment ne aflam la o rascruce unde marea intrebare este : “ Lasam toate celelate bucatelele de sticla albe sa fie colorate in negru sau gri de o singura bucatica ? “&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul la aceasta intrebare nu il putem da niciodata pentru ca tot timpul faptele conteaza. De cele mai multe ori tot cerul ni se innoreaza din cauza unui nor mic ce pluteste fix deasupra capului nostru si ne acapareaza vederea...din cauza acestui mic nor negru nu mai putem vedea restul cerului senin. Tot ce trebuie sa facem e un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pas&lt;/span&gt; la stanga sau la dreapta si vom avea iar cerul senin deasupra capului . Dar poate acel pas fi facut de toata lumea ?... da? nu ?... Avem oare vointa sa ne indepartam de rau si sa vedem tot ceea ce e bun in jurul nostru sau asta ar fi o dovada de superficialitate din partea noastra ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-9093111703177158243?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9093111703177158243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/momente-si-sentimente-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/9093111703177158243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/9093111703177158243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/momente-si-sentimente-8.html' title='Momente si sentimente 8'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TFNjF6HzWUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QTHvWyaDpRs/s72-c/broken+glass+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4749293837551998492</id><published>2010-07-13T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:10:04.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDxInEDo9oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bbYYzIs2Tm8/s1600/nietzsche_17930895.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDxInEDo9oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bbYYzIs2Tm8/s320/nietzsche_17930895.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493345481426269826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ceea ce ne incita sa-i privim pe filozofi pe jumatate neincrezator, pe jumatate batjocoritor este nu intr-atat faptul ca descoperim fara incetare gradul lor de inocenta, - ca vedem cat des si cat de lesne se inseala si se ratacesc, pe scurt, copilaria si puerilitatea lor, - cat pentru a vedea cu cata lipsa de sinceritate dezlantuie o mare zarva virtuoasa de intdata ce se atinge , chiar de departe , problema verdicitatii lor. Ei se prefac cu totii ca si-au descoperit si obtinut opiniile prin exercitarea spontana a unei dialectivi inghetate , pure si divin-nepasatoare ( spre deosebire de misticii de tot felul care , mai cinstiti si mai neciopliti , vorbesc de “inspiratia” lor - ) : in vreme ce este vorba , in fond  , de o afirmatie arbritara , de un capriciu , de o “intuitie “ , si , cel mai ades , de o apriga dorinta filtrata si spiritualizata pe care o apara prin pretexte nascocite ulterior : - ei sunt cu totii niste avocati si ades chiar aparatori sireti ai prejudecatilor lor botezate de ei  “adevaruri” , - ei sunt foarte departe de acel curaj al constiintei care isi marturiseste siesi minciuna , fie pentru a pune in garda un dusman sau un prieten,fie din exuberanta sau pentru a se ironiza pe sine ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4749293837551998492?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4749293837551998492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4749293837551998492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4749293837551998492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDxInEDo9oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bbYYzIs2Tm8/s72-c/nietzsche_17930895.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7284160691037372848</id><published>2010-07-08T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:35:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDZSsnRM3lI/AAAAAAAAALs/p_FVLXt76qk/s1600/done_soldier500big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDZSsnRM3lI/AAAAAAAAALs/p_FVLXt76qk/s320/done_soldier500big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491667722033749586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two nations that have embraced the world with their unique yet separate power have been fighting over a concept with a total lack of understanding that destroyed the life of innocent members  coming from both sides. In this play that has numerous acts by now, actors are men who play the role of convinced warriors with a fixed target that is full of meanings and that they surely want to achieve no matter their lives , no matter the life of their families. Behind the scene hides another story. In this story the actors are men who wish  that this Shakespearean tragedy was over so they can come back to their sane lives . Men , who can barely remember what they are fighting for or even if there is worth the fight , worth the killing . Behind the scene one nation shakes hand with another nation starting to achieve greater things then revenge  for when the curtain falls there's nothing else any of us can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7284160691037372848?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7284160691037372848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/violence-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7284160691037372848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7284160691037372848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/07/violence-2.html' title='Violence 2'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TDZSsnRM3lI/AAAAAAAAALs/p_FVLXt76qk/s72-c/done_soldier500big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4599984129177715958</id><published>2010-06-30T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:51:36.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TCvYcdEGllI/AAAAAAAAALk/25q3LyXX7Bw/s1600/time-value11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TCvYcdEGllI/AAAAAAAAALk/25q3LyXX7Bw/s320/time-value11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488718554230855250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fiecare isi gaseste definitia lui proprie a dragostei. Eu vad dragoste atunci cand pe marginea unei prapastii atarna EA sau EL pe o parte si pe cealalta parte orice altceva ce cu timpul se schimba sau  poate varia de la un simplu meci de fotbal la priteni si mai tarziu cariera ajungi sa alegi intodeauna si fara regrete pe EA sau EL. Dragostea este un sacrificiu ,dar , un sacrificiu care iti aduce bucurie... In timp locul dragostei pentru EA sau EL va fi luat de catre ceva mult mai pur si mai gingas si doar atunci va merita sa stea pe partea mai putin favorabila. Este oaare cineva gata sa sacrifice tot fara sa aiba vreun interes personal ? Lumea noastra se prafuieste pe zi ce trece si o astfel de puritate spirituala va fi gasita din ce in ce mai greu...atat de greu incat la un moment dat te gandesti ca o cauti in zadar si ca defapt nici nu mai merita sa o cauti pentru  ca in timp ce faci asta viata trece pe langa tine. Trebuie sa invatam sa cautam perfectiunea lucrurilor imperfecte sau  in timp ce vom cauta altceva viata va fi cea care trece pe langa noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4599984129177715958?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4599984129177715958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/06/titul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4599984129177715958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4599984129177715958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/06/titul.html' title='Titul'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TCvYcdEGllI/AAAAAAAAALk/25q3LyXX7Bw/s72-c/time-value11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-9113440130883738672</id><published>2010-06-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:19:27.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TA---p7eTYI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCFXWluE6co/s1600/sad_man_rnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TA---p7eTYI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCFXWluE6co/s320/sad_man_rnd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480809255149653378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul nu  a considerat niciodata ca a avut cat trebuie.Tot timpul si-a dorit mai mult. Tot timpul s-a considerat sarac , dar s-a gandit vreodata ca poate asta este ceea ce merita si ca saracia lui materiala duce la un alt tip de bogatie sau nici un alt tip de bogatie nu ii este de ajuns  , dorinta lui fiind sa maximizeze tot.&lt;br /&gt;Nevoia asta permanenta de ascensiune  a distrus personalitati multe si a blocat oarecm progresul umanitatii. Nevoia de a ne dovedi noua cat de tari si buni suntem fata de restul lumii nu va face altceva decat sa ne bage mai adanc in noroi. Pacat , fiinta umana este capabila de lucruri mai valoroase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-9113440130883738672?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9113440130883738672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/06/uman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/9113440130883738672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/9113440130883738672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/06/uman.html' title='Uman'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/TA---p7eTYI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCFXWluE6co/s72-c/sad_man_rnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5377088323439811426</id><published>2010-05-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T03:56:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingerasii chiar exista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S_e4CncEm2I/AAAAAAAAALU/vsCcz8OJcYc/s1600/amintirea+va+ramane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S_e4CncEm2I/AAAAAAAAALU/vsCcz8OJcYc/s320/amintirea+va+ramane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474046227178101602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare are ingerasul lui care ii este tot timpul alaturi ... Ingerasul meu e super tare !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5377088323439811426?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5377088323439811426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/05/ingerasii-chiar-exista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5377088323439811426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5377088323439811426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/05/ingerasii-chiar-exista.html' title='Ingerasii chiar exista'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S_e4CncEm2I/AAAAAAAAALU/vsCcz8OJcYc/s72-c/amintirea+va+ramane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-1718159271543223010</id><published>2010-04-06T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:27:11.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://americanhistory.si.edu/dynamic/images/events/image_1_1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 254px;" src="http://americanhistory.si.edu/dynamic/images/events/image_1_1567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you very much since that last night we were together.I hold that night especially in my memories for years to come .I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately. I've read your letter through at least four times and I'll probably read it more times before I'm through . I've been sitting here , looking at your picture getting more homesick every minute . I've wanted that picture more then everything I know of except of course...you , yourself . I keep thinking of you darling , keep wishing I could be home with you .I want to leave in the worst possible ways so I can come home to see you , but , things don't look so good on that subject . This war spoiled a lot of things for everyone I guess. I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now. I'm completely lost without you darling . I've never realized that I could miss anyone person so much .  I just hope it won't be much longer until I am able to be with you again and live a sane and normal life ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-1718159271543223010?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1718159271543223010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1718159271543223010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1718159271543223010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/violence.html' title='Violence'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-3897008685861595777</id><published>2010-03-23T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:11:34.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6jducM7oSI/AAAAAAAAALM/nvcpn4lmVys/s1600-h/Falling_in_love_by_enchanting_ce_memory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6jducM7oSI/AAAAAAAAALM/nvcpn4lmVys/s320/Falling_in_love_by_enchanting_ce_memory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451851138846138658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Natura umana nu ne lasa sa razbim lipsa unui feedback . Am zis ca dragostea nu cere , ci egoul . Aceastea sunt insa combinate . Fara aceasta combinatie nu putem supravietui in societate. Daca oferim fara a primi ceva in schimb apare fustrarea si chiar inhibarea . Nu vom mai oferi asa usor , nu ne vom mai implica .  Dar ce se intampla daca astfel de momente apar de multe ori in viata ? Nu vom mai fi capabili sa legam o relatie sau sa iubim  ?  Se va gasi oare cneva ca sa se ofere multa rabdare pentru a ne putea integra ?&lt;br /&gt; In acest cadru mai poate intra si ambitia ; ambitia de a dovedi ca noi suntem buni , ca suntem speciali si ca meritam sa ni se ofere tot ce e mai bun. &lt;br /&gt; Ajungi sa te simti exact ca un om dezbracat si aruncat in mijlocul strazii stiind ca trecatorii nu vor observs ceva special la tine . Nu mai ai chef de nimic cand nevoia de apartenenta nu iti este satisfacuta . &lt;br /&gt; Ajungi sa sti ca meriti mi mult dar totusi nu te poti desprinde de ceea ce ai in prezent. Nimic din jur nu te mai statisface atunci cand tu  astepti un singur lucru. &lt;br /&gt; Se intmapla zi de zi in cotidianul fiecaruia si la orice varsta. Pana si copii mici simt nevoiea de siguranta si afectiunea parintilor , nu -si  doresc nimic altceva. Acest comportament primar se poate prea bine manifesta si la o persona ajunsa la maturitate.&lt;br /&gt; NICIODATA NU RENUNTA LA SUFLETUL TAU PENTRU CA ESTE TOT CEEA CE AI SI VEI AVEA VREODATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-3897008685861595777?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3897008685861595777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3897008685861595777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3897008685861595777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipsa.html' title='Lipsa'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6jducM7oSI/AAAAAAAAALM/nvcpn4lmVys/s72-c/Falling_in_love_by_enchanting_ce_memory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-1703107423732361016</id><published>2010-03-22T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:51:18.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6fmToBGkOI/AAAAAAAAALE/C3qODjQyKWY/s1600-h/breaking+free+popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6fmToBGkOI/AAAAAAAAALE/C3qODjQyKWY/s320/breaking+free+popup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451579098789220578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apar momente cand incerci sa faci totul sa mearga ,insa iti dai seama ca esti singurul care incerci.Te simti ca un prost si renunti in curand.Dar ce se intampla cu mottourile de genul , “speranta moare ultima” ? Speri ca totul va fi bine asa ca incerci si faci si asa si pe dincolo dar vezi ca nu merge.Este renuntarea o tema asa de tabu ? Este chiar o tragedie sa renunti ? Este chiar asa o tragedie sa pierzi lucrul sau persoana la care ti cel mai mult ? Punandu-mi intrebari de acest gen realizez ca nu imi dau seama de intensitatea sentimentelor mele . Raspunsurile la aceste intrebari variaza pe toata perioada zilei .O persoana nu ar trebui sa ceara atunci cand iubeste , caci dragostea nu cere . Ego-ul cere. Cere de fiecare data un feedback . Dragostea trebuie sa o daruiesti chiar daca nu primesti inapoi. Poti sa renunti iubind sau poti sa stai langa o stana de piatra tot iubind si sperand la o zi mai buna  cu toate ca in subconstient sti ca nu va mai veni.Poate nu trebuie sa fi un erou. Si te mai gadesti ..... “pai si eu ce fac ? “ . Hm....traiesti ! Sti , dupa acest abur de dragoste  exista si o viata care nu prea asteapta ca tu sa te gandesti sa o traiesti . Viata nu sta pe loc  , este in continua miscare . Un pas ritmic si calculat . Nu trebuie sa ne fie frica de singuratate , si , nici de noutate pentru ca sunt lucruri si persoane care ar putea accepta intr-un mod mai convenabil afectiunea si dragostea noastra. Dragostea nu trebuie sa o luam si sa plecam cu ea.Dragostea o impartim . Daca plec las si acolo o bucata din dragostea mea , caci dragostea are resurse nelimitate si se poate manifesta pentru o paleta intreaga  de lucruri si in multe feluri. Niciodata nu se renunta in totalitate . Nu trebuie sa uitam ca noi suntem personajele principale in propria noastra piesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-1703107423732361016?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1703107423732361016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/momente-si-sentimente-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1703107423732361016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1703107423732361016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/momente-si-sentimente-7.html' title='Momente si sentimente 7'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S6fmToBGkOI/AAAAAAAAALE/C3qODjQyKWY/s72-c/breaking+free+popup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5012599803568905560</id><published>2010-02-23T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:53:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S4Q52dsCrfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ABnYsKWtBhI/s1600-h/tumblr_kvkx0jxxQe1qzom8ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S4Q52dsCrfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ABnYsKWtBhI/s320/tumblr_kvkx0jxxQe1qzom8ho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441537857615474162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I still lay alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day &lt;br /&gt;When all the laughter , noise is gone&lt;br /&gt;I lay in my still empty bed.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts to you and me&lt;br /&gt;To them and he&lt;br /&gt;To love and war&lt;br /&gt;to faces unknown&lt;br /&gt;Of those who may come&lt;br /&gt;Of those who may go&lt;br /&gt;Exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;Exactly like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I still lay alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;When all the fuss is gone&lt;br /&gt;When all of it is done&lt;br /&gt;Closer to another day you feel&lt;br /&gt;Dreams spinning in my head like a mill&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you and of me&lt;br /&gt;(I feel cold and you can see)&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;My souls is like a bay&lt;br /&gt;Full of love...&lt;br /&gt;For when i turn my head &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your breath playing with my skin&lt;br /&gt;(You are lost in your dreams)&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I still lay alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;When all of it is gone&lt;br /&gt;There's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;As it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5012599803568905560?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5012599803568905560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5012599803568905560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5012599803568905560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-end-of-day.html' title='At the end of the day'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/S4Q52dsCrfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ABnYsKWtBhI/s72-c/tumblr_kvkx0jxxQe1qzom8ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-8765067696197418823</id><published>2009-09-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:33:13.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limite 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SqWMyo7BAiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilfh9alfxiw/s1600-h/Emergency__by_turkeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SqWMyo7BAiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilfh9alfxiw/s320/Emergency__by_turkeza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860131570221602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O noapte la o oarecare camera de garda dintr-un oarecare spital mi-a creat o intreaga paleta de emotii si ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;Durerea si frica din ochii oamenilor aflati acolo ca insotiori sau ca pacienti m-a facut sa imi imaginez starea de spirit pe care acei indivizi o aveau cu ceva ore , zile , luni , ani in urma.De unde au pornit si unde au ajuns.Viata este un sindrom cu un diagnostic schimbator.&lt;br /&gt;M-a pus foarte tare pe ganduri imaginea batranului venit cu ambulanta si care statea de ceva timp pe holul spitalului pentru ca nu avea loc in camera de urgente.Era legat cu acele curele pentru a-l tine nemiscat dar el tot incerca intr-un fel sa isi aranjeze pantalonii care se rasucisera pe el.Nu era insotit de nimeni si pe chipul lui se citea o frica inspaimantatoare.O miscare necontrolata a ochilor larg deschisi  si atintiti spre tavan era dovada cea mai buna a unei frici de moarte si de inconsient.&lt;br /&gt;O alta batrana statea de trei ore pe un scaun asteptand sa se faca zi ca sa se duca acasa pentru ca ii era frica sa ia taxiul noaptea si cei de la spital nu au vrut sa o duca.Si ea era singura.Nu a vrut sa-l trezeasca pe fiul ei pentru ca a doua zi se ducea la serviciu.Cand am plecat nu am putut sa o las acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Indiferenta unei doctore ce s-a reflectat asupra unei familii mi-a creat un sentiment de ura si de nevrozism.A dat vestea ,ca, mama copiilor care asteptau pe holul spitalului impreuna u tatal lor,nu isi va mai reveni. "Este ca si moarta." , le-a zis.In loc de un "Am facut tot ce s-a putut si inca mai incercam." ca-n  filme.Asta e realitatea.&lt;br /&gt;Este inuman sa te porti si sa le vorbesti asa unor oameni care sufera si mai ales unor copii.Inuman a fost tot ce am vazut in acea seara acolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-8765067696197418823?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8765067696197418823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/limite-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/8765067696197418823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/8765067696197418823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/limite-2.html' title='Limite 2'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SqWMyo7BAiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilfh9alfxiw/s72-c/Emergency__by_turkeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4033961907374798312</id><published>2009-08-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:32:07.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpMUv4Lr-8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l5BkazFiXaw/s1600-h/carl_jung-glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpMUv4Lr-8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l5BkazFiXaw/s320/carl_jung-glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373661593150946242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"But why on earth," you may ask, "should it be necessary for man to achieve, by hook or by crook, a higher level of consciousness?" This is truly the crucial question, and I do not find the answer easy. Instead of a real answer I can only make a confession of faith: 1 believe that, after thousands and millions of years, someone had to realize that this wonderful world of mountains and oceans, suns and moons, galaxies and nebulae,plants and animals, exists. From a low hill in the Athi plains of East Africa I once watched the vast herds of wild animals grazing in soundless stillness, as they had done from time immemorial, touched only by the breath of a primeval world. I felt then as if I were the first man, the first creature, to know that all this is. The entire world round me was still in its primeval state; it did not know that it was. And then, in that one moment in which I came , the world sprang into being; without that moment it would never have been. All Nature seeks this goal and finds it fulfilled in man, but only in the most highly developed and most fully conscious man."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Jung&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4033961907374798312?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4033961907374798312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/conciousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4033961907374798312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4033961907374798312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/conciousness.html' title='Conciousness'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpMUv4Lr-8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l5BkazFiXaw/s72-c/carl_jung-glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4905276131040567702</id><published>2009-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:18:14.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observatii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpL1OOZX0_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eUmS4nYyi5Q/s1600-h/power-of-the-mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpL1OOZX0_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eUmS4nYyi5Q/s320/power-of-the-mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373626930137912306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Un alt mod destul de abstract de a ne masura puterea in  propriul subconstient este prin observarea lucrurilor mai putin “vizibile” si mult mai putin comune.&lt;br /&gt;   Luam ca exemplu doi oameni care comenteaza o carte de filozofie  ce ca orice carte de filozofie poate fi interpretata in foarte multe feluri.Cel ce vine cu idee mai nebuna , spectaculoasa si ciudata este deci un om mai sclipitor , mai&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; puternic&lt;/span&gt; decat celalalt.Acest lucru este cel putin valabil in ochii celuilalt . Acest lucru este cel putin valabil in ochii celui avantajat , pe cand in ochii celuilalt se intampla undeva in subconstient caci in constientul  lui neaga puterea celuilalt.Sa aiba oare constientul persoanei mai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puternice&lt;/span&gt; un efect asupra subconstientului persoanei celeilalte ? Sa fie oare o energie negativa ce se poate transfera de la o persoana la alta? Sau doar o lupa a egourilor ? Eul persoanei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puternice&lt;/span&gt; poate hrani sinele persoanei mai slabe cu o incarcatura pozitiva sau negativa .&lt;br /&gt;   Omul isi doreste in subconstientul lui sa fie cel mai bun dintre toti , de parca si-ar dori sa fie singur . Dar daca ar fi nu ar mai avea cine sa-i aprecieze calitatile si nici asa nu ar fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;   Trebunie sa ne acceptam aptitudinile intreptate catre o anumita sfera de activitate si sa stim ca nu putem aveam foarte multe sfere si toate la fel de grandioase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4905276131040567702?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4905276131040567702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/observatii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4905276131040567702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4905276131040567702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/observatii.html' title='Observatii'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SpL1OOZX0_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eUmS4nYyi5Q/s72-c/power-of-the-mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2491760415523931091</id><published>2009-08-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:31:04.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHjBTl_RhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6BQmZhiKMZQ/s1600-h/003-international-no-smiling-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHjBTl_RhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6BQmZhiKMZQ/s320/003-international-no-smiling-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368821842381325842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singuratatea creeaza un stres mintal destul de grav si care te poate impinge catre nebunie intr-o clipa.Fara sa-ti dai seama frica de orice reflecta intr-un mod mai mult sau mai putin bizar frica de singuratate.Cateodata iti spui ca ai vrea sa fi singur dar din punctul meu de vedere aici intra din nou efectul de femeie grasa pentru ca atunci cand te trezesti singur esti in stare sa te apuci si de cea mai fragila creanga pentru a te ridica.De aici incep greselile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2491760415523931091?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2491760415523931091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/momente-si-sentimente-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2491760415523931091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2491760415523931091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/momente-si-sentimente-6.html' title='Momente si sentimente 6'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHjBTl_RhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6BQmZhiKMZQ/s72-c/003-international-no-smiling-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-1770716502529017643</id><published>2009-08-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:20:42.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHgexwrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ol2q9kKtnMI/s1600-h/alone-13004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHgexwrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ol2q9kKtnMI/s320/alone-13004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368819050160537138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu iti vine sa crezi cum se schimba unii oameni,daca nu toti, atunci cand vine vorba de dragoste.Foarte multi dintre cei introvertiti devin deschisi si foarte romantici.Cel mai ciudat este cand observi asta la baieti.Nenea ala dur si care n-a varsat o lacrima in viata lui se plimba ca un catelus dupa prietena lui prin magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Stau si incerc sa analizez viata.Sunt acum aici,masinile trec prin fata mea,persoana de langa mine vorbeste despre ceva si ma intreb care este rolul vietii umane.De ce existam?Exista oare un motiv?Sunt acum ,aici sunt eu....dar unde voi fi in curand?Exista oare viata? Ma pot schimba si pot fi cum vreau sau nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Este totusi aceasta intrebare la care nu  gasesc raspunsul si poate va dura o viata pana o voi face.  DE CE EXISTAM AICI ACUM ?&lt;br /&gt;Putina lume vorbeste despre asta.Sunt o mie de feluri de a exista.Transformarea psihicului tau apare atunci cand incepi sa privesti viata dintr-un alt unghi.Atunci cand preocuparile tale se focalizeaza intr-o directie noua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-1770716502529017643?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1770716502529017643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/transformari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1770716502529017643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1770716502529017643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/transformari.html' title='Transformari'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SoHgexwrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ol2q9kKtnMI/s72-c/alone-13004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-3030206827598057034</id><published>2009-08-04T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:02:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SniTrSAtmdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wczSeQl67zQ/s1600-h/wanting+and+waiting+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SniTrSAtmdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wczSeQl67zQ/s320/wanting+and+waiting+for+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366201327790430674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traim intr-o viata plina de cerinte.Tot timpul ni se cere si daca nu raspundem cerintelor nu avem.Raspundem tot prin cerinte.Daca atunci cand ne nastem nu ni se cere sa mancam nu supravietuim pentru ca noi nu stim ce avem de facut.Prin cerinte,deci,invatam,evoluam.NI se cere sa mergem la scoala,sa invatam,sa mergem la serviciu,sa castigam.Zi de zi ni se cere si cerem si noi la randul nostru.Se creaza ca un troc un pic mai subtil si care se petrece undeva in subconstientul nostru.Daca cerem si cel de langa noi nu face,chiar daca nu ii spunem el are o bila neagra in mintea noastra urmand ca nici noi sa nu respectam ceea ce ne va ruga persoana respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;   Ni se mai poate cere de exemplu ceva care pentru noi reprezinta o subestimare si astfel ne distruge stima de sine sau ni se poate cere ceva care sa ne imbunatateasca stima de sine,imaginea de sine si sa ne ajute foarte mult in dezvoltarea personalitatii si mai ales a unor aptitudini.&lt;br /&gt;   Nu ne putem deci lipsi de cerinte caci fara ele nu ne putem dezvolta si evolua facandu-ne loc in societate si in interiorul nostru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-3030206827598057034?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3030206827598057034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/cerinte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3030206827598057034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3030206827598057034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/cerinte.html' title='Cerinte'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SniTrSAtmdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wczSeQl67zQ/s72-c/wanting+and+waiting+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2079021091389319883</id><published>2009-07-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:45:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nebunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SnKE_dfimII/AAAAAAAAAJs/3NPXZ66xLu4/s1600-h/col_punker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SnKE_dfimII/AAAAAAAAAJs/3NPXZ66xLu4/s320/col_punker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364496331935225986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toti atat de naivi intr-o lume atat de nepregatita.Si cand zic nepregatita ma refer la incapabilitatea celor din jurul nostru de a manevra naivitatea celor care-i inconjoara.Astfel se nasc dezastrele.Naivitatea unui om se naste din lipsa de cunoastere.De aici si frica.Dar totusi un om naiv este fricos?Daca stau bine sa ma gandesc nu prea.Aici intra din nou in peisaj puterea impulsului.Face pentru ca nu cunoaste consecintele,sau,daca le cunoaste nu le percepe la adevarata intensitate. "Si ce daca ma arunc de pe pod in apa?"Ar putea naivitatea sa aiba totusi o legatura stransa cu nebunia?Sau noi definim nebunia ca orice lucru iesit din tiparul social?Clasificam un om ca a fi nebun cu o usurinta prea mare.De aceea defapt se nasc nebunii.Oamenilor le este frica sa se mai exprime pentru a nu fi considerati nebuni.Ne putand fi ceea ce sunt defapt ei in subconstient ajung sa stranga o multitudine de stari afective neexprimate printr-un limbaj specific si astfel stima lor de sine scade si tulburarile de personalitate iau nastere.Altii insa,cu o tarie de caracter mai puternica,reusesc sa isi sustina idealurile cu argumente refuzand sa creada ca sunt nebuni.Altora nu le pasa.Dar si celor care nu le pasa vor deveni nebuni intr-un final.Asta s-ar putea intampla din cauza puterii psihologice ale multimii.Daca oglinda ta in mai multe persoane reflecta nebunia,atunci te-ai putea trezi chiar crezand ca esti nebun.Nebunia ar trebui sa fie acceptata ca o parte a temperamentului uman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2079021091389319883?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2079021091389319883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/nebunia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2079021091389319883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2079021091389319883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/nebunia.html' title='Nebunia'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SnKE_dfimII/AAAAAAAAAJs/3NPXZ66xLu4/s72-c/col_punker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2000402446438870617</id><published>2009-07-22T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:01:18.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 5 - La vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SmeaLtx1NTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e4iRhEcMW08/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SmeaLtx1NTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e4iRhEcMW08/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361423407465706802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imoralitatea poate ucide chiar si minti geniale.Controlul este greu de controlat caci emotiile sunt generate de foarte multe ori de impulsuri si impulsurile pot sau nu strica tot.Momentele pot fi penetrate usor de alte momente si nu iti mai poti da seama care moment este fals pentru a-l inlatura si asa iti jonglezi constiinta de pe un umar pe altul pana cade si se murdareste si chiar de o vei spala nu va mai fi niciodata la fel.Moralitatea impiedica omul sa se dezvolte;trage bariere si te face sa gandesti ca de vei trece vreodata acea bariera esti pe un teren minat.Atunci,ce facem?Trec cei puternici si cei slabi raman.Cei ce comit acte de rautate sunt cei puternici ,iar cei ce comit acte josnice si ne-gandite sunt cei slabi.Si mai sunt momente in care trebuie sa renunti la un moment pentru ca doua momente in acelasi timp sunt prea multe....dar nu poti pentru ca nu sti care e cel original si ti-e frica sa nu ranesti pe vreunu din momente si sa dispara ,sa ramai intr-un spatiu temporal practic innexistent si deci preferi sa ramai intre momente pana aluneci si cazi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2000402446438870617?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2000402446438870617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/momente-si-sentimente-5-la-vie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2000402446438870617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2000402446438870617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/momente-si-sentimente-5-la-vie.html' title='Momente si sentimente 5 - La vie'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SmeaLtx1NTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e4iRhEcMW08/s72-c/sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-3178586436213133754</id><published>2009-06-30T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:42:20.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SkpqjtR89oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtTo4RtCc8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353208268766115458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SkpqjtR89oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtTo4RtCc8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ajungeti sa intrebati in stanga si in dreapta o sa realizati ca nu este nimeni care sa nu stie de el.A fost un fenomen care a reusit sa treazeasca miloane de oameni dar ca orice artist dupa moarte este mai bine recunoscut.Pana si cei care au maturat cu el pe jos plang acum. Michael Jackson s-a nascut pe 29 august 1958 in Gary, Indiana - Statele Unite.Titlul de Regele "Muzicii Pop" i-a fost atribuit de milionaele de fani din intreaga lume si de catre ceilalti artisti, printre care nu isi gaseste egal. Cum a obtinut titlul, va intrebati? Totul a venit de la sine. L-a meritat! Nici un alt artist din istorie n-a generat vinzarile masive pe care le-a avut el. Nici un alt artist din istorie n-a primit atitea premii si aprecieri cite a primit el. Nici un alt artist din istorie nu strineste interesul si isteria in masa ca el. Si nici un alt artist din istorie n-a facut atitea eforturi umanitare ca el. Nu a existat nici un altul ca el pina acum, si nu va exista nici un altul ca el inca o data. Si asta... pentru ca Michael Jackson este unic!! El se afla intr-un loc in care n-a mai ajuns nimeni si nu va mai ajunge nimeni niciodata. Michael a devenit un superstar la o virsta la care majoritatea copiilor invata lucruri ca alfabetul si cum sa numere pina la 10 fiind impins de la spate de tatal lui care a abuzat de talentul lui incercand sa il dezvolte atat de tare incat acestu lucru i-a eclipsat copilaria.Pe cand canta alturi de fratii lui in Jacksons 5 nu aveau voie sa faca altceva decat sa repete cantecele si dansurile.Daca erau prinsi jucandu-se,acestia erau batuti de tatal lor.In spatele zambetelor de pe scena,se ascundeau vanatai care nu se vindecau usor.De aceea MJ a ajutat si iubit copii pentru ca el a stiut ce inseamna suferinta,ce insemna sa nu ai parte de o copilarie.El a ramas blocat in copilaria si asta se observa si la felul in care si-a decorat ferma Neverland. Michael a jucat un rol crucial in proiectul de binefacere "We Are The World", care a fost realizat pentru a combate foametea din Africa. In plina glorie, Michael s-a confruntat in 1993, cu niste acuzatiile care au zguduit lumea show-biz-ului. Un baiat de 13 ani, fiind cunoscut ca un simplu prieten al artistului, pretindea ca Jackson a abuzat sexual de el in timpul sederii sale la Neverland. Jackson se afla in turneul Dangerous cind acuzatiile au fost facute publice, si a trebuit sa amine citeva spectacole, iar in final sa anuleze restul concertelor. Dupa multe actiuni puse in miscare de justitie impotriva lui si dupa multe mizerii atit din partea familiei copilului cit si a avocailor, s-a ajuns la concluzia ca impotriva lui Michael Jackson nu pot fi aduse nici un fel de acuzatii oficiale, din lipsa de probe. Jackson opteaza pentru a incheia acest episod urit din viata lui la o intelegere in afara tribunalului, platind familiei baiatului o suma de bani estimata la 20 de milioane de dolari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joi 26 iunie s-a stins din viata lansand in urma lui un nou inceput.Albumele lui din intreaga lume au fost epuziate inca o data.Milioane de oameni s-au strans pentru a-ai aduce omagii in toate colturile lumii.Presa a anuntat ca 7 oameni s-au sinucis cand au aflat de moartea lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata lui a fost pe scena dar o data cu iesirea lui oamenii inca mai aplauda si vor aplauda pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson 1958-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-3178586436213133754?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3178586436213133754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3178586436213133754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3178586436213133754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend.html' title='The Legend'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SkpqjtR89oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtTo4RtCc8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4320436722073755591</id><published>2009-04-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:50:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interracial friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN7a-I4VyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hmuAG7Wekn4/s1600-h/interracial_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324234887769118498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN7a-I4VyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hmuAG7Wekn4/s320/interracial_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN7R772rwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CS08EB7LGvU/s1600-h/interracial_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN65nZvV5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/SAGKInbv7_s/s1600-h/interracial_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cand ma nasc sunt negru,cand cresc sunt negru,cand stau la soare sunt negru,cand mi-e frig sunt negru,cand sunt speriat sunt negru,cand sunt bolnav sunt negru ,iar cand mor sunt tot negru.Iar,tu,tipule alb,cand te nasti esti roz,cand cresti esti alb,cand stai la soare esti rosu,cand ti-e frig esti albastru,cand esti speriat esti galben,cand esti bolnav esti verde,iar cand mori esti cenusiu.Si tu pe mine ma numesti colorat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4320436722073755591?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4320436722073755591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/interracial-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4320436722073755591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4320436722073755591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/interracial-friendship.html' title='Interracial friendship'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN7a-I4VyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hmuAG7Wekn4/s72-c/interracial_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7681227445097964830</id><published>2009-04-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:41:42.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN5MJVa2LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0FOeV3EQseM/s1600-h/2718041328_7c359d2a20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN5MJVa2LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0FOeV3EQseM/s320/2718041328_7c359d2a20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232434053208242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cald,e bine,se aude marea asa frumooos.Cum sa mai vrei sa pleci de aici? Stau si ma uit la ea si imi inec toate problemele.Le pun rand pe rand pe mak si astept sa vina apa sa le stearga,sa le duca dearte de mine.Si raman eu cu marea si cu briza racoroasa si umbra soarelui.In partea dreapta a cerului este senin si soare in partea stanga sunt nori.Eu sunt undeva in mijloc.Frumoasa-i marea impletita asa cu cerul acolo la orizont.As vrea sa inot in ea intr-o noapte si sa aud toate gandurile inecate de fiecare om.&lt;br /&gt;Cate amintiri pastreaza marea asta.Cate inimi zdrobite a tinut si cate a vindecat...Ea a vazut tot caci a fost prima pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Marea...dragostea mea pontica si eterna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7681227445097964830?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7681227445097964830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/marea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7681227445097964830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7681227445097964830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/marea.html' title='Marea'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeN5MJVa2LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0FOeV3EQseM/s72-c/2718041328_7c359d2a20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4780923218904420932</id><published>2009-04-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:23:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeGxJYPd3cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/byUJOErECQI/s1600-h/11-08-how_to_survive_a_breakup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeGxJYPd3cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/byUJOErECQI/s320/11-08-how_to_survive_a_breakup1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323731009212898754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt unii oameni care stau intr-o relatioe si 10 ani si se despart.Nu inteleg cum o pot face.Si mai si zic gen : "Noi nu ne-am certat niciodata".Iti dai seama ca o relatie cand inveti sa traiesti alaturi de persoana respectiva si prin certuri.Cand inveti sa-l accepti si cand incerca sa isi "dizolve" defectele sau neajunsurile pt a convietui impreuna.Cei care nu se cearta nu  au de unde sa invete cum sta treaba.Daca nu spui ce nu iti convine nu va sti niciodata si invers.Cum pot unii oameni trece peste atatea lucruri frumoase care s-au petrecut intre ei.Isi stiu si cel mai mic secret.Cum pot renunta la o rel de 10 ani sau chiar mai mult asa intr-o clipire.Poate pt ca au tacut prea mult si nu si-au spus nemultumirile sau nelamuririle de genul "Oare de ce a spus/facut asta?".&lt;br /&gt;Comunicare si chiar certurile sunt esentiale intr-o rel.Numai asa invatam.Si doar daca vrem cu adevarat rezistam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4780923218904420932?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4780923218904420932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/certuri.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4780923218904420932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4780923218904420932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/certuri.html' title='Momente si sentimente 4'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeGxJYPd3cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/byUJOErECQI/s72-c/11-08-how_to_survive_a_breakup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-8701963860772960786</id><published>2009-04-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:08:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Sd4PXxZQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ai62jD5-Hq8/s1600-h/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Sd4PXxZQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ai62jD5-Hq8/s320/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322708710669217314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu pretindem ca lucrurile sa se schimbe daca tot timpul facem acelasi lucru.Criza este cea mai binecuvantata situatie care poate apare pt tari si persoane ,pt ca atreage dupa sine progrese.&lt;br /&gt;Creativitatea se naste din necesitate precum si ziua se naste din noapte.&lt;br /&gt;In perioada crizei se nasc inventiile,descoperirile si marile strategii.Cine depaseste pe sine insusi ,fara a ramane depasit.&lt;br /&gt;Cine atribuie crizei esecul,isi amentinta propriu  talent si respecta mai mult problemele decat solutiile.Adevarata criza este criza incompetentei.&lt;br /&gt;Problema persoanelor si tarilor este lenea si indiferenta pentru a gasi solutii si iesiri din astfel de situatii.&lt;br /&gt;Fara criza nu exista duel,fara duel viata este o rutina,o agonie lenta.Fara criza nu exista valoare.In perioada crizei infloreste ce-i mai bun in fiecare,pentru ca fara criza orice vant este o mangaiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-8701963860772960786?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8701963860772960786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/criza.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/8701963860772960786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/8701963860772960786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/criza.html' title='Criza'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Sd4PXxZQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ai62jD5-Hq8/s72-c/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-6607243533361667835</id><published>2008-01-16T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R43ZgxZV_XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OdjSA7Axoo8/s1600-h/232150871.img"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156016305447763314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R43ZgxZV_XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OdjSA7Axoo8/s320/232150871.img" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Me&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa cred ca nu exista munti doar 1 efect de lupa,zambetul e un camp de lupta,si-ajungi sa zici cafeaua mai amara dupa,ne-am ratacit pe alta ruta si trandafiri putrezesc in apa adanca,si spini ne cresc prin piele inca. Ardem din temelii tot ce simtim din frica,si orice mana intinsa se sparge cand o strangi de parca ar fi de sticla,rece lumea face din frica lege,arunca cu noroi in tot ce nu intelege,rasare uragan cand ai sadit furtuna. Rasare ura cand ai sadit minciuna,incet ne pierdem urma pierduti prin multe,vorbim intr-una,dar cine s-asculte cu sute coduri de bara in suflete sufoca sute tacute trecutele priviri in viata relatii ne-incepute ce-am fi putut sa fim nu stim ca ca viitorul e putred,masina de simtit naste emotii programate. Prea des si fals ne apelam cu frate! Frate vrei sa fiu sincer?dar nu mai duce adevarul in spate,simtim numai jumate,iubim culorile doar daca nu-s amestecate,imbratisarile sunt decadente toate,as vrea sa simti ce simt macar o noapte,vezi cand gasesc singuratate,revin la felinarele mele ciudate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dagga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-6607243533361667835?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6607243533361667835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6607243533361667835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6607243533361667835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R43ZgxZV_XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OdjSA7Axoo8/s72-c/232150871.img' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4411366827381638161</id><published>2007-12-22T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:22:29.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vizita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R22BuRZV_WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kPllzapMjmg/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146912581098012002" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R22BuRZV_WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kPllzapMjmg/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana trecuta am facut o vizita impreuna cu scoala.O vizita la care nu am vrut sa iau parte,dat fiind faptul ca eu sunt mai sensibila.Este vorba de o vizita la azilul de bartani (Centrul de ingrijire si asistenta nr.1)&lt;br /&gt;O data ajunsi acolo ,am asteptat sa se stranga toti in sala de mese dupa care a trebuit sa tin un mic discurs inventat pe loc,urmat de niste urari,ce spre uimirea mea au starnit lacrimi in public.Cand am inceput sa cantam colindele,m-am mai linistit intr-un fel si pentru prima oara am ridicat privirea din foaie si m-am uitat in jurul meu.Unele fete erau inecate in lacrimi,iar altele pur si simplu inconstiente de ceea ce se intampla in jurul lor.Mai erau slabe expresii de bucurie.Bucurie dinaceea de moment.Stiam ca atunci cand vom pleca noi se vor intoarce la aceleasi fete triste imbibate in riduri trecute de vreme.&lt;br /&gt;O data ce am terminat de cantat am fost invitatii cu totii sa dam cadourile pe care le pregatisem.Am daruti cadoul meu doamnei care a inceput sa planga chiar de la primul cuvant al discursului meu si i-am spus sa nu mai fie trista,(un gest copilaresc sa fac asta;nu m-am pus nici o secunda in locul dansei)dar lacrimile i-au dat din nou.&lt;br /&gt;Am luat-o pe o colega de a mea (s-a brodit ca si ea sa fie la fel de sensibila ca mine,lucru pe care nici una dintre noi nu l-a lasat sa iasa la iveala) si ne-a propus sa stam de vorba cu unii dintre ei.Sincera sa fiu tot timpul mi-am dorit sa ascult povestrea unui batran si uite ca am avut ocazia.Majoritatea erau foarte tristi si amarati ca de exemplu Maria Enache in varsta de 78 ani ,nici nu mai auzea bine(fapt care m-a impiedicat sa aflu prea multe).Era in azil de 3 ani .MI-a spus ca nepotul ei o adusese acolo si ca nu o viziteaza nimeni cu anul.Ne-am dus mai departe la un domn pe nume Ionescu Alexandru.Un domn in varsta de 65 de ani cu zambetul pe buze,lucru care mi-a aratat ca fericirea unui om consta defapt in gasirea linistii sufletesti.Domnul Ionescu este in azil de 4 ani ,de atunci de cand piciorul stang i-a fost amputat din cauza artritei.Bucurestean de originie,a practicat hamballul de la 14 ani pana la 36.Din 1982 a inceput sa lucreze in strainatate,in Libia,Maroc,Tunisia,Germania si Turcia.La 24 de ani s-a casatorit ,dar sotia a murit in urma cu 10 ani in 1997.Are un baiat de 40 de ani care il viziteaza destul de des.M-a impresionat faptul ca se aranjase pentru noi.Cand am intrat in camera,l-am surprins pieptanandu-se.L-am intrebat daca este fericit in azil si mi-a raspuns: " Asta este familia noastra.Ultima noastra statie.Dar imi place aici;o noua zi ,aceiasi prieteni,aceleasi discutii interminabile."Iata un om care nu-si plange de mila cu toate ca ar avea 1000 de motive;demn de totate aplauzele din lume.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am dus mai departe in alta camera unde ne-am intalnit iar cu doamna Enache si am cunoscut-o si pe vecina dansei de pat,doamna Victoria Vasile in varsta de 78 de ani.Dansa era in azil de un an .In tinerete lucrase ca infirmiera la spitalul 9 (timp de 35 de ani).Avea strania pasiune pentru bonlavi.Stand de vorba cu cele doua am aflat ca doamna Enache nu prea vede si ne-am oferit sa ii trimitem o pereche de ochelari sa poata vedea si dansa la televizor,luand in considerare faptul ca are o pensie de 70 de lei noi,700.000 lei vechi.Dupa discutia cu cele doua doamne ne-am indreptat catre iesire ,iar in drum am salutat-o si pe doamna Ecaterina ,care era in aceiasi camera cu doamna Enache si doamna Vasile si am intrebat-o cum se simte.Dansa era de 8 ani in azil si raspunsul ei a fost foarte sumbru : "Ma bate vantul ca pe pomul ala fara frunze." Cuvinte care mi-au racit sufletul si m-au facut sa imi fie frica de batranete. Exact langa usa de la camera mi-a captat privirea o doamna destul de tanara.NU imi aduc aminte numele ei ;era in varsta de circa 40 de ani si era in azil de 12 ani.Doamna din carut nu mai avea decat o sora care o vizita din cand in cand..Fusese paralizata de la varsta de 6 luni si Dumnezeu stie din ce traieste.Nu imi iese privirea ei din minte.&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit din camera aceea si uitandu-ma in stanga mi-am vazut aproape toti colegii stransi in jurul unei doamne.M-am dus si eu sa o cunosc pe batrana ce facea furori.Doamna Puia Maria Popescu din Bucuresti ,nascuta in Curtea De Arges.Am vrut sa aflu cati ani are dar dupa ce am intrebat-o mi-a dat o privire senina si mi-a raspuns spre uimirea mea in franceza : "Je suis tres tres jeune !! " . Mi-a zis "Tineretea e in suflet ,nu pe fata." Fusese tenoare in tinerete si cunostea limba franceza foarte bine.Radea in continuu ,exact ca un coplil;defapt de la o varsta...care mai e diferenta?&lt;br /&gt;Care o fi acel sentiment? Ca ai ajuns aproape de capatul drumului? Sunt sigura ca este destul de greu.Dar eu consider ca cel mai important lucru este cum ai ajuns la capatul vietii.Ai trait asa cum ai vrut? Ti-ai atins toate tintele? Ai avut iubirea vietii? Ai avut regrete,suspine,usi inchise si altele deschise? Daca ajungi sa poti gandi asa este mare lucru pentru ca in primul rand iti face tristetea sa zboare,sa te lase sa te ineci in amintiri si sa pleci cu gandul ca ai realizat ceva aici si ca in urma ta oamenii te vor pomeni in semne bune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Pentru bunicul meu ,&lt;br /&gt;Naiman Datz (1929-1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4411366827381638161?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4411366827381638161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-vizita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4411366827381638161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4411366827381638161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-vizita.html' title='O vizita'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R22BuRZV_WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kPllzapMjmg/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-1880435599519163896</id><published>2007-12-08T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjure Conjure One/Sinead O'Connor - Tears from the Moon Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R1peyRsE_qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iVBuI8S9OLI/s1600-h/The_old_man_by_Vanar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R1peyRsE_qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iVBuI8S9OLI/s320/The_old_man_by_Vanar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141526142431592098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep so I went out walking&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you and hearing us talking&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;Echo now, inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel something falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad I made the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't fair this thing called loving&lt;br /&gt;When one step there and the other feels nothing&lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, baby I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I keep from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;But at night when the sky gets dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, Stop haunting me&lt;br /&gt;It should be easy&lt;br /&gt;As easy as when you stopped wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;but tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;can't wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-1880435599519163896?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1880435599519163896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/12/conjure-conjure-onesinead-oconnor-tears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1880435599519163896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/1880435599519163896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/12/conjure-conjure-onesinead-oconnor-tears.html' title='Conjure Conjure One/Sinead O&apos;Connor - Tears from the Moon Lyrics'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R1peyRsE_qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iVBuI8S9OLI/s72-c/The_old_man_by_Vanar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7605930210234691463</id><published>2007-11-20T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>InLove 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0MV6BvY7cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NqYk8M_nafc/s1600-h/InLove_by_kennith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0MV6BvY7cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NqYk8M_nafc/s320/InLove_by_kennith.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134972086776294850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit together on the couch, enjoying each other’s company. We talk softly of our love for each other and our future together. He runs his small but strong hands through my hair as he spills his feelings to me. I feel so loved and secure with my head resting this man’s lap, like nothing in the world can bring me down. The strong smell of roses wanders to my nose as it escapes my strands of hair. The fragrance dances with that faint scent that is distinctly his, causing a wonderful combination of masculinity and femininity in the air. I close my eyes and drink in the smell. He drags his soft fingers slowly across my cheek. My eyes open to see his loving face looking down at me. I smile as I remember first meeting him and first falling in love with him. He smiles back with his broad, overpowering smile. I focus on his Angelina Jolie lips, so full and prominent. They are perfectly shaped and kissably soft. My eyes are drawn over his scarred cheek to his adorable ears. I imagine myself nibbling on them and getting that reaction that I so love to get from him. His hair is that wonderful shade of reddish black that he likes to call hibiscus. It shines in the dim light, inviting my touch. My eyes wander to meet his. He looks at me expectantly, as though he is patiently waiting for me to take in his attractiveness. I allow myself to become lost in his hazel eyes. I reach my hand up to touch his smooth-shaven cheek. It is as soft as the velvety petal of a rose, fitting to the smell of roses in the air. I prop myself up to taste his sweet lips. He pulls me closer and huskily whispers, “I love you.” The words, along with his soft, soothing voice and the gentle tickle of his breath send warm shivers down my spine. I close my eyes again and try to preserve this moment in my mind. It crosses I want this night to last forever. But then it occurs to me that so many more are sure to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7605930210234691463?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7605930210234691463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/inlove-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7605930210234691463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7605930210234691463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/inlove-2.html' title='InLove 2'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0MV6BvY7cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NqYk8M_nafc/s72-c/InLove_by_kennith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-6449460801721381711</id><published>2007-11-19T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GZeRvY7bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYbhOG4u9tA/s1600-h/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GZeRvY7bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYbhOG4u9tA/s320/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134553795616370098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenomenul se repeta zi de zi ,in cotidianul fiecaruia.Orice poveste de dragoste incepe prin a darui tot si se sfarseste tragic prin a lua tot.La inceput vrem sa daruim in permanenta ,dupa care avem  impresia ca totul ni se cuvine,iar dragostea se transforma in conditionare.Nu ne dam seama pentru cca asa am fost crescuti si educati la randul nostru.Cea mai pura dragoste,cea a parintelui pentru copilul sau,ia turnuri ciudate in lipsa constiintei.Drumul spre iad e pavat  cu intentii bune : "Daca ai rezultate bune iti iau bicicleta.""Daca nu dai la Drept o sa ajungi un ratat."&lt;br /&gt;Lupta pentru putere ,pentru a-l constrange pe celalalt sa devina altceva decat este, ca e la serviciu,ca e la scoala,ca e pe strada,ca e in relatia de cuplu sau intr-o rel de prietenie,nu are nimic d-a face cu iubirea adevarata,ci creeaza doar tristeti si dezamagiri.Iubirea nu cunoaste constrangeri,conditionari si nici nu are asteptari .Iubirea raspunde vulnerabilitatii cu mai multa iubire si incredere,nu cu  control  si opresiuni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-6449460801721381711?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6449460801721381711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/fenomene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6449460801721381711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6449460801721381711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/fenomene.html' title='Momente si sentimente 3'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GZeRvY7bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYbhOG4u9tA/s72-c/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4407385014575073265</id><published>2007-11-19T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GWXhvY7aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/reqPdmc4Mfk/s1600-h/Indians_by_Buchemi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GWXhvY7aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/reqPdmc4Mfk/s320/Indians_by_Buchemi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134550381117369762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca un caine se intalneste cu un alt caine ,iar unul dintre ei se lasa pe spate intr-o atitudine de supunere,celalat caine nu il va musca.Daca un leu intalneste un alt leu,iar unul dintre ei se preda,celalat leu il va lasa in pace,poate il va si accepta.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rasa alba e singura specie care,daca intalneste un popor primitor,il va distruge.&lt;/span&gt;Prima data teritorial,dupa care spiritual.La o scara ,mult mai mica,la fel de semnificativa insa,acest lucru se intampla zi de zi cu noi toti,de multe ori fara sa ne dam seama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4407385014575073265?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4407385014575073265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/pacea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4407385014575073265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4407385014575073265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/pacea.html' title='Pacea'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/R0GWXhvY7aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/reqPdmc4Mfk/s72-c/Indians_by_Buchemi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-3526765718452325577</id><published>2007-11-15T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iN LoVe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy6UhvY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R36uJHluqAw/s1600-h/i__ll_protect_your_heart__1_by_art_ifice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy6UhvY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R36uJHluqAw/s320/i__ll_protect_your_heart__1_by_art_ifice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133182537112808850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si iata cum de la texte melancolice si triste am dat in texte dalea de iubire profunda.In seara asta sunt sigura acasa si eu cand nu am ce face scriu.Asa ca ma apuc sa scriu.Acest text vreau sa ti-l dedic,te simti tu care esti. My V! Si vreau sa iti spun ca viata mea cu tine este o comoara nesfarsita &lt;br /&gt;de cele mai gingase simtiri ,de cele mai fierbinti dezmierdari.Lumea &lt;br /&gt;nu ar mai &lt;br /&gt;exista pentru noi si noi pentru lume,caci ne &lt;br /&gt;uitam pe zi ce trece in betia sentimentelor recioproce.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa mai zic ca alaturi de tine cuvintele devin fapte.&lt;br /&gt;Am incheiat un capitol din viata mea si am inceput unul nou cu tine care este mult mai viu colorat.NU regret nici o secunda .Poate ca sunt prea sentimentala dar asta este exact ceea ce simt in acest moment.Si dupa cum vezi las sa vada toata lumea acest fapt.Iti multumesc ca imi esti aproape in fiecare moment al zilei ,iti multumesc ca esti tot timpul mana care ma bate pe umar,iti multumesc ca imi esti ,frate,prieten,coleg,iti multumesc ca esti totul pentru mine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy6UhvY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R36uJHluqAw/s1600-h/i__ll_protect_your_heart__1_by_art_ifice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-3526765718452325577?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3526765718452325577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3526765718452325577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/3526765718452325577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-love.html' title='iN LoVe'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy6UhvY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R36uJHluqAw/s72-c/i__ll_protect_your_heart__1_by_art_ifice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2336982018525026593</id><published>2007-11-15T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara titlu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy2LBvY7YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B2VVQX2ouks/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy2LBvY7YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B2VVQX2ouks/s320/candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133177975857540482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa trag draperiile noaptea,ca sa se strecoare luna,iar eu o data cu ea...Sa dorm acum langa tine si sa'ti mangai chipul cand adormi,sa fiu langa tine,pentru tine,poate nestiuta,nevazuta.Doar lumina lumanarilor parfumate in jur is doar tu sa ma privesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte  buna !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2336982018525026593?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2336982018525026593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/fara-titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2336982018525026593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2336982018525026593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/fara-titlu.html' title='Fara titlu'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rzy2LBvY7YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B2VVQX2ouks/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5994124866314978165</id><published>2007-11-10T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenie de 11 ani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzYvD22TEcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1J1bmvgGWy4/s1600-h/GYKN3A032445-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzYvD22TEcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1J1bmvgGWy4/s320/GYKN3A032445-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131340568744628674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Tu me dices che`stoi loca / Eu tzi-o`mping, tzi-o`ndes pe mocca&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Dau din craci ca cei saraci si din buci ca cei nauci&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ce aveti ma in seara asta?&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: am gasit niste statusuri si le impart&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: vad&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: tu si crivat&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ia da-mi si mie unu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sunt usor de agatzat si cad repede la pat...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: da merci&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: sau lol = la o laba&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: )&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: RDS... sa ti-o-ndes&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Nu exista femei urate, ci doar barbati insuficienti de&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Traim intr-o era in care pizza ajunge la noi acasa mai repede decat&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Mi-am luat de curand BMW X5 si l`am tunat pana l-am facut&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Femeile sunt impartite de catre barbatzi in 4 mari categorii:1.mame; 2.doamne; 3.cu*ve; 4.mama doamne ce mai cu*ve&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Calare... pe situatie&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Nu conteaza cat ma iubesti... atata timp cat te prefaci...&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Corup minori/minore la domiciliu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Vrei internet de 555 ori mai rapid?? N-AVEM&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Opinia mea nu conteaza, asa ca nu mi`o bag&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Eu sunt dovada vie ca omul poate traii fara creier&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Dumnezo` va`nbucure..... 380 v-a scuture&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " Nu sunt? Cautati-ma pe Google ! "&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: My name is Bond... Vaga Bond&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Don't be sad... don't feel blue... Frankenstein was ugly too&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Compania Durex va anuntza cu regret ca nashterea dvs. a fost un accident...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca esti invizibil, poarta-te ca atare&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Invisible... only loosers can see me&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Dragostea = batai de inima pentru dureri de cap&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca dragoste nu e, macar sex sa fie&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ba mor aici&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Lasati femeile sa vina la mine...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: 0&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: eu m-am pisat pana akm de 3 ori&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sex instructor, first lesson free&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: ))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cum sa pot avea incredere in tine?? cand eu nu am nici in mine, odata am vrut sa ma besesc si m-am cac*t pe mine&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I'm busy talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: asta e marga&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: :marfa&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Drujba Ileana : Taie lemne, bate cuie, f*te`n cur si da si mu*e&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Si marmota invelea marijuana in lenjerie intima sa poata trece granita&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca femeia ar fi buna la ceva, si Dumnezeu ar avea una&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Viatza-i plina de kkt shi eu sunt plin de viatza&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Du-te tare vino lent ji mai zici ca n-am talent&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sanatate si virtute... hai noroc s`avem ce f**e&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ce bine aretzi... ai fost bolnava&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sa curga Jack cu Red Bull pan dimineatza... imi bag p*la-n ea de viatz&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Napoleon e mort, Einstein e mort, Mihai Viteazul e mort  si nici eu nu ma simt prea bine&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Foaie verde busuioc, iti dau mu*e... vrei non-stop&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Nu beau, nu fumez, ma scol la 6 in fiecare zi, ma culc la 10, nu-mi insel nevasta. asta pana ies din puscarie...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " A gresi este omeneste... totusi, a da vina pe altul este si mai omeneste&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " Le doresc la toti dusmanii mei 3 masini in fata casei?.POLITIA, POMPIERII si SALVAREA&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca ai vointa poti muta si muntii, daca ai creier ii lasi acolo, ca nu te deranjeaza&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " Sunt la 2 m sub pamant... daca vreti sa vb. luati pamantul de deasupra mea...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: URGENT !!! schimb Caiet A4 cu Audi acelashi model, rog seriozitate&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Inteligenta ma urmareste... dar eu sunt mai rapid&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine rade la urma, nu s-a prins de gluma...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: sii cea mai tare&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ?&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: statusu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cand eram mic credeam k faima si banii ma vor face faericit... acum ca am crescut am realizat ca... chiar asa&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Foaie verde de bihor nu da mass ca ai ignore&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Te`ai apucat de karate de frica sa nu te bata Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Grab your dick and double click&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: si cel mai marfa dintre toate&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine a pus "u"? langa "i"? pe tastatura ca am vrut sa-i scriu la o tipa " misto " si i-am scris "&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: muisto&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ce bine mirosi , ce bine te`nbraci... parca vii de la vaci&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Voi radeti toti de mine ca sunt diferit , iar eu rad de voi ca sunteti toti la fel...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: e mortal asta&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Nu Ma Supar Ca Vorbesti Asa De Mult... Atata Timp Cat Tu Nu Te Superi Ca Eu Nu Te Ascult&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I was born intelligent! Education ruined me...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Acolo unde dragoste nu e... facem&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " Munca nu a omorat niciodata pe nimeni, dar de ce sa risc&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: vFac baie , a mai trecut 3 luni...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Lasa ca daca vreau sa vb. te caut eu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca ai putza nu ma deranja...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Alcoolul omoara incet incet... nu conteaza, nu ma grabesc&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Membru al asociatiei nationale " darma-s-ar scolile&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Prosti sunt muritori... dar prostia e vesnica&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Available just for one person , ahh...de tine am uitat&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I am busy , you are an idiot... have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Nu`s acasa , cauta-ma in porumb&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: pasta poti sa il pi&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: pui&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Dus cu pluta... revin pe conducta&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca o pasarica ti-a soptit ceva... atunci inseamna ca ai inebunit pentru ca pasarelele nu vorbesc&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Am luat o razna... promit sa o dau inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: De ce sa bei si sa conduci... cand poti sa fumezi si si zbori&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cu ocazia zilei internationale a copiilor strazii, va urez un sincer " La Multi Ani!!!&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Raspund greu , insistati!&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Pentru moment , abonatul nu poate fi contactat... reveniti!&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine vrea gripa ?? E moca !&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Plecat dupa bani, si voi dupa mine...&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: ce status m-am tras&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Viata e ca parul de la c*r , scurta si plina de ca*at&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I'm ăuei" sau "dus cu pluta&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Idealul meu in viata e femeia cu musteatza&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: se stie&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87:&lt;br /&gt;► " Stire de ultima ora: Posta Romana a retras de pe piata timbrele cu DINAMO deoarece oamenii nu mai stiau pe ce parte sa scuipe "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: In bere e putere , In vin e sanatate , In cognac e distinctie, iar in apa sunt microbi&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Io cacare, tu mangiare, se finito la mancare&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Never take life seriously. Nobody get`s out alive anyway&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Esti primu` meu gand inainte de a ma trezi si esti ultimu` meu gand inainte de a ma culca…&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Se spune ca vremea e frumoasa atunci cand in suflet e soare.Se spune ca ploaia e mai rece cand in suflet te doare.Se spune ca vantul nu bate atunci cand iubesti?! dar cand frunzele se misca, sa sti doar ca TE IUBESC !!!&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: =)&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I can`t to sleep azi`noapte Si`am stat sa learn ceva From cartea de engleza Sa`ti tell iubirea mea&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: sa iti trim o portie de ras esti preg&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: ?&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ma dor obrajii deja&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: CMF = cand ma f**&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: NPC = nu port chiloti&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: LOL = la o laba&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: PLM = plecat la magazin&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: FMM = frate mersi mult&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: STF = sa-ti traiasca familia&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: si ce e mult strica&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Tanar , chipes , cu bani multi , mashina scumpa caut status...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: ATENTIE daunez grav sanatatii&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Femeia e o comoara.... de aia trebuie ingropata&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: O oaie.... doua oi.... trei oi....uite si magarul!&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Hai..............Hai sa.............Hai sa ne..............Hai sa ne f...........Hai sa ne fu...............Hai sa ne furam timp pentru o cafea&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ai fost alaturi de mine cand m`am imbolnavit... Ai fost alaturi de mine cand mi`au furat hotii portofelul... Ai fost alaturi de mine cand mi`am busit masina... Mai plimbate`te! Imi porti ghinion!!! "&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ti`ai facut operatie estetica cumva? Caci am vazut azi la fereastra un cap de castravete in loc de cartof cum eram obisnuita...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine ma ? Eu ???? Eu sunt frate... Toparceanu nu a fost... Nici Creanga , nici Eminescu... nici restul turmei... !!! "&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: No mesteci?? Nu pe dracu...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Vroiam doar sa stii cat de mult inseamna prietenia noastra pt mine, daca am fi pe un vapor care se scufunda si cu o sg. vesta de salvare... Mi`ar fi f dor de tine! "&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: o stiu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: " Arati asa de bine, incat era sa fac infarct!!!&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: alyy&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sunt perfect sanatos... mi`au spus vocile ! "&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133: ce e poru?&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sunt perfect sanatos... mi`au spus vocile&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Alti numara cate stele is, da io cate nu-s&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Daca ai putza mai bine l-ai cauta pe Gutza...&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Dus..... peste 7 mari, 7 tari, 7 ape, 7 continente, 7 munti, 7 dealuri, 7 campii, 7 movile, 7 crevase, 7 lacuri, 7 izvoare, 7 pajisti, 7 orase, 7 cartiere, 7 blocuri, unde nici buzz-urile nu ajung...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine vrea plictiseala??.... o da u pe gratis !&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Mama prostilor....... e mereu gravida&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: I`m the best so fuck the rest&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ceea ce se afla in stanga acestui status se numeste barbatul ideal&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Am zdrobit un soricel, seara pe perete si din burta de la el am mancat spaghete... "&lt;br /&gt;AllyHontas_133:&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cine`i harnic si munceste, are tot ce vrea. Cine`i prost si leneveste, are tot asa&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Cu coasa printre vecini&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: citeste statusul meu&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Sunt usor de agatzat si cad repede la pat...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Ce dai bah, nu stii sa-njuri ???&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: maica cat de originala e asta&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Caut loc pt. cershit........cine ma ajuta sa gasesc primeste 40% din castig&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Va doresc o zi buna! Ceea ce nu cred...&lt;br /&gt;mihaicretu87: Mi-am luat de curand BMW X5 si l`am tunat pana l-am facut ARO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5994124866314978165?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5994124866314978165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/prietenie-de-11-ani.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5994124866314978165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5994124866314978165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/prietenie-de-11-ani.html' title='Prietenie de 11 ani'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzYvD22TEcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1J1bmvgGWy4/s72-c/GYKN3A032445-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4850518697127029275</id><published>2007-11-10T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzX5w22TEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/qBvH4r8f9SE/s1600-h/light-coke-flower-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzX5w22TEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/qBvH4r8f9SE/s320/light-coke-flower-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131281968210842034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ies  lah einaiim iafot,ve gam guf iafe,tov li alieteh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani ohev otah.&lt;br /&gt;Ani rote otah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4850518697127029275?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4850518697127029275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahava.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4850518697127029275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4850518697127029275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahava.html' title='Ahava'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RzX5w22TEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/qBvH4r8f9SE/s72-c/light-coke-flower-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7467968261602137818</id><published>2007-10-30T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:32.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A young photografer also</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyedBxJ4adI/AAAAAAAAADk/3QjuYsiOx0c/s1600-h/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyedBxJ4adI/AAAAAAAAADk/3QjuYsiOx0c/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127239354484812242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Ryec7xJ4acI/AAAAAAAAADc/MFTHDGY9wyQ/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Ryec7xJ4acI/AAAAAAAAADc/MFTHDGY9wyQ/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127239251405597122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyecvhJ4abI/AAAAAAAAADU/inqdPjR49uE/s1600-h/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyecvhJ4abI/AAAAAAAAADU/inqdPjR49uE/s320/collage20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127239040952199602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa imi fie dor de tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7467968261602137818?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7467968261602137818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/young-photografer-also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7467968261602137818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7467968261602137818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/young-photografer-also.html' title='A young photografer also'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyedBxJ4adI/AAAAAAAAADk/3QjuYsiOx0c/s72-c/collage13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-6729655018133981330</id><published>2007-10-30T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:32.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un minut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyebTRJ4aXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6QRtCwjcCD0/s1600-h/5-1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyebTRJ4aXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6QRtCwjcCD0/s320/5-1861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127237456109267314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toti devenim roboti intr-un final..Facem si gandim lucruri pe care nu le realizam.Cel putin pe moment..si cand realizam mai tarziu nu mai e nimic de facut.Atunci regretam ,offf regretele.Sa stai sa traiesti in regrete? Sinucidere curata...Si? Noi tot o facem...Toti  suntem facuti la prototip,ROBOTI ! Mergem la scoala pentru ca trebuie.Ne ducem acasa ,pentru ca aasa suntem obijnuiti.Daca mi-as schimba drumul intr-o zi? Unde as ajunge? Ce-ar fi daca as face totul pe dos? Oare as fi fericita? As vrea sa stiu raspunsurile  la aceste intrebari..Dar nu le stiu.Stiu multe lucruri pe care poate nu mi-as dori sa le stiu,pe care as vrea sa le trec cu vederea...dar pot? Ce putem schimba...Crezi in destin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-6729655018133981330?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6729655018133981330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-minut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6729655018133981330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6729655018133981330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-minut.html' title='Un minut'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyebTRJ4aXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6QRtCwjcCD0/s72-c/5-1861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5013739784392847618</id><published>2007-10-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:41:19.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5013739784392847618?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5013739784392847618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/v.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5013739784392847618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5013739784392847618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/v.html' title='My V'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7931106066625029170</id><published>2007-10-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:32.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezentul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyX10RJ4aVI/AAAAAAAAACk/JoeU5HpAYZI/s1600-h/3141233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyX10RJ4aVI/AAAAAAAAACk/JoeU5HpAYZI/s320/3141233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126774029138028882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii pe care-i intalnesc in prezent sunt superficiali. ei isi imagineaza meritul ca fiind ceva ce are o anumta forma. ei isi risipesc bogatiile si macelaresc creaturile pamantului si ale marii. se preocupa prosteste de ei insisi intaltand statui si stupe, spunand oamenilor sa ingramadeasca lemne de constructie si caramizi, sa vopseasca aici albastru dincolo verde. isi istovesc trupul si mintea, se vatama pe ei insisi si ii amagesc pe alii. si nici macar nu se rusineaza. cum ar putea ei deveni vreodata iluminati? ei vad ceva tangibil si imediat se ataseaza. daca le vorbeste despre lipsa formei, raman muti si zapaciti, lacomi de placerile marunte ale acestei lumi, ei raman orbi fata de marea suferinta ce va sa vina. asemenea discipoli se ostenesc in zadar. decand de la adevar la fals, ei nu vorbesc despre nimic altceva decat despre binefacerile viitoare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7931106066625029170?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7931106066625029170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/prezentul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7931106066625029170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7931106066625029170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/prezentul.html' title='Prezentul'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RyX10RJ4aVI/AAAAAAAAACk/JoeU5HpAYZI/s72-c/3141233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4317311582384160980</id><published>2007-10-23T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:32.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5UkfYEbFI/AAAAAAAAACU/V5dfFjZS_Vc/s1600-h/year_in_ideas_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5UkfYEbFI/AAAAAAAAACU/V5dfFjZS_Vc/s320/year_in_ideas_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124626411868679250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum imi trec prin cap mii de ganduri acum si alte mii in secunda doi.Pentru unii nu exista acea secunda doi...de acea tre sa le traim pe fiecare cu macar o tenta de gand bun.Un gand bun e ca o floare cu cat mai maiestros cu atat mai frumos.Dar gandurile se rastoarna in favoarea unuia sau altuia...de nu s-ar rasturna ar fii plictisitor,nu?Flacarile ideilor distrug iluzia lumii,sunt doar unele probleme care te innebunesc.Doar din idei.Doar din ideile astea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4317311582384160980?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4317311582384160980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/idei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4317311582384160980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4317311582384160980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/idei.html' title='Idei'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5UkfYEbFI/AAAAAAAAACU/V5dfFjZS_Vc/s72-c/year_in_ideas_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7488452912132195944</id><published>2007-10-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOmente si sentimente (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5Ut_YEbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/rXOp5kRXObk/s1600-h/f_friendship_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5Ut_YEbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/rXOp5kRXObk/s320/f_friendship_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124626575077436514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand nici lacrimile nu le mai simti&lt;br /&gt;pe obraz si momente in care sentimentele unei&lt;br /&gt;persoane ti se par irreale.Si atunci  te gandesti....&lt;br /&gt;exista iubirea?Sau e doar un cuvant care il folosim&lt;br /&gt;aievea pentru a ne arata mandria?Doar asa ca sa fie&lt;br /&gt;ceva de zis.Ma uit in jur si vad fetze triste.Incerc sa&lt;br /&gt;ma detasez dar starea celor din jur ajunge sa ma&lt;br /&gt;influenteze usor,sa ma abata de la sentimentul meu pontic de indragostita.Foi si scoala,fum si ameteala,scrum.Noroc cu el...As&lt;br /&gt;vrea sa inteleg sentimentele celor din jur ca si cum ar&lt;br /&gt;fi ale mele.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt si alte momente care au aparut recent in viata mea....momente care pot fii descrise cu greu in cuvinte.Ar trebui sa imi insir sufletu pe hartie pentru a le exprima la adevarata lor valoare.Momente care imi sunt aduse de cateva persoane...doar 2 defapt.(se exclude familia in acest context.)Cele 2 persoane care le datorez totul,care le iubesc extrem de mult si de care nu m-as putea lipsi,pentru ca doar ele imi creeaza acele sentimete unice si in splendoarea lor...ma vindec de orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love V &amp;amp; D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7488452912132195944?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7488452912132195944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/momente-si-sentimente-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7488452912132195944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7488452912132195944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/momente-si-sentimente-2.html' title='MOmente si sentimente (2)'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rx5Ut_YEbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/rXOp5kRXObk/s72-c/f_friendship_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-634822452072268510</id><published>2007-10-18T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rxe4qfYEbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDoTyQ4j7sU/s1600-h/3773~The-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rxe4qfYEbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDoTyQ4j7sU/s320/3773~The-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122766141273697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ONE BIG HUG pentru un nou inceput.pentru un nou sentiment.pentru felul in care ma tii in brate.pentru felul in care ma privesti.pentru ca nu imi dai drumu la mana.pentru k ma astepti la metrou.pentru k imi trimiti biletele in ore.pentru k te risti pt mine.pentru k m-ai invatat sa fluier in ghinda.pentru ca esti morocanos dimineata.pentru ca ma simt in siguranta in bratele tale.pentru ca ma suni inainte sa te culci.pentru ca iti pasa.pentru ca au trecut doar 4 zile.pentru  k iti simt lipsa.pentru k ma apreciezi.pentru tine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-634822452072268510?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/634822452072268510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-session.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/634822452072268510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/634822452072268510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-session.html' title='New session'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rxe4qfYEbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDoTyQ4j7sU/s72-c/3773~The-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5039482605524369099</id><published>2007-10-17T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-a atins limita/traim in salbaticie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxYuPfYEbBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wZpTtc-MzaI/s1600-h/2_gigi_becali-1858993879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxYuPfYEbBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wZpTtc-MzaI/s320/2_gigi_becali-1858993879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122332469835885586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Capitala europeana.....Da...Ar fi ceva sa fie asa...Dar hai sa va zic parerea mea.Aici conteaza f mult caracterul omului si al poporului.Un neamtz de exemplu nu ar arunca niciodata o coaja de banana sau un pampers de copil in strada.Acest popor roman,nu este obijnuit sa stea intr-o coada in trafic normal ,sa lase un batran sa stea jos in metrou,sa fie sociabil sau sa fie curat si ordonat.NU! Insa stie sa fure,sa faca tara de ras peste granita : ex romanii din italia .(ma gandesc cu as mai putea sa ma duc intr-o vacanta in italia si sa nu imi fie rusine sa zic :"sunt romanaca")...sa nu mai vb de vestitele caractere ,stamplilele tarii in lumea fotbalului mai ales,in frunte cu faimosul gigi care intruchipeaza cu oroare prostia.A avea bani la noi inseamna a fi smecher (ar trebui sa se bage in dictionar) , nu a fi destept si competent sa detii o suma mai mare de bani.Se fac si exceptii bineinteles.Oameni care isi muncesc banii si atunci cand ii au,isi iau talpasita si se cara de aici.NU,cei care fura cu nemiluita banii celor saraci care abia isi tin painea pe masa,cerandu-le taxe chiar mai mari decat salariu  pe economie.Eu zic sa le luati si painea.Protestati.&lt;br /&gt;Cine a zis proverbul ala "pisica cat traieste soarece mananca" a avut mare dreptate.Suntem incompetenti de a schimba ceva in aceasta comunitate urbana.&lt;br /&gt;E posibil sa nu fiti de acord cu mine la aceste parerei personale insa am in fata mea prea multe exemple ca sa nu trag astfel de concluzii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5039482605524369099?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5039482605524369099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-atins-limitatraim-in-salbaticie.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5039482605524369099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5039482605524369099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-atins-limitatraim-in-salbaticie.html' title='S-a atins limita/traim in salbaticie'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxYuPfYEbBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wZpTtc-MzaI/s72-c/2_gigi_becali-1858993879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4389207164585728357</id><published>2007-10-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:24:59.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gropile Bucurestiului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxTI7vYEbAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hesc3X1k9wQ/s1600-h/pink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121939604882353154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxTI7vYEbAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hesc3X1k9wQ/s320/pink1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe strazile capitalei se strang zilnic din ce in ce mai multe panarame,parasute.Polueaza vederea prea-putinilor oameni normali.Cu gentile lor mari si pline de paiete ,gen  "Ce matura sunt" ,tinute la cot si folosite drept ghiozdan de scoala si cu mersul lor imprastiat ce fac zalele de pe Lipscani sa sara,sau cu vorbele lor goale ce nu fac nimic altceva decat sa te intrebi " Has the world gone wild?"&lt;br /&gt;Ele  ce se deschid sincer in fata oricarui baiat ce are masa in bamboo sau prezinta cheile unei masini luxsoase cumparata de niste parinti dobitoci.Cu bentite  roz cu sclipici si cu unghii din plastic,defapt sunt cu totu din plastic . Dadeale-as foc.&lt;br /&gt;Cu cearcane pana la buric dupa nopti funky style in cluburi gen "ochelari de soare noaptea".Iubirea dintre ele e nemarginita in momente de disperare acuta,dar se mananca de cur precum cainii in calduri defapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bine k ele vad viata in roz !!!!!! Cel mai grav poluant a devenit prostia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4389207164585728357?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4389207164585728357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/gropile-bucurestiului.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4389207164585728357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4389207164585728357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/gropile-bucurestiului.html' title='Gropile Bucurestiului'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RxTI7vYEbAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hesc3X1k9wQ/s72-c/pink1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-959426445012714262</id><published>2007-06-17T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gesturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnURW21Z6mI/AAAAAAAAABs/AzQ1cRLmR80/s1600-h/podb112_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnURW21Z6mI/AAAAAAAAABs/AzQ1cRLmR80/s320/podb112_40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076983239304407650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merg pe strada si ma uit in jur.VAd oameni,diferite fete,diferite mersuri ,diferite invelisuri si totusi aceleasi obiceiuri.Femei si Barbati cele doua categorii.Stau in statie si astept.Observ imagini in diferite colturi ale globului meu ocular.Ma uit vis-à-vis si vad o doamna stand in picioare.Imbracata in rosu,pantaloni negri,un pic cocosata ,cu parul roscat si buzele de un rosu strident.Pare nepasatoare  de ceea ce e in jur,amestecata in gandurile ei  propii.Din stanga ei vine un barbat.Inalt,stilat,cu un mers grabit,cravata rosie.Doamna il vede.Ridica  barbia,umerii in spate,pieptul in afara.Barbatul priveste parca deasupra ei,ridica umerii in semn de barbatie si incetineste.A trecut de ea.Doamna revine la pozitia initiala si cu un gest felin isi da parul dupa ureche.O masina se opreste in fatra ei ,din care coboara un barbat si un copil.Doamna il ia pe copil de mana ,il saruta  pe barbat si pleaca spre parc.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt unele gesture care nu le putem controla oricat am incerca.Toate ne neastem femei sip e certificate scrie “sexul-femeiesc”,purtam roz cand suntem mici ,ne jucam cu papusi si rujuri ,iar usor usor stam din ce in ce mai mult in fata oglinzii.Carcasa diferita,dar in interior,toti avem acelasi gesture si simtiri de necontrolat .Exact ca in jungle.Poate maimuta din stanga are mai mult par decat cea din dreapta,si poate manaca o bana mai mare,dar tot banana e !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-959426445012714262?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/959426445012714262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/06/gesturi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/959426445012714262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/959426445012714262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/06/gesturi.html' title='Gesturi'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnURW21Z6mI/AAAAAAAAABs/AzQ1cRLmR80/s72-c/podb112_40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4967282845706540242</id><published>2007-06-17T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnUQNW1Z6lI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uuv0Es7nQCY/s1600-h/City-lights-Pic7-4sec-f3_5-ISO175-EV0-Res1600-2002-11-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnUQNW1Z6lI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uuv0Es7nQCY/s320/City-lights-Pic7-4sec-f3_5-ISO175-EV0-Res1600-2002-11-25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076981976584022610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne nastem.Prima oara cand deschidem ochii vedem lumina.Se spune ca unui copil ii ia cinci secunde sa se ataseze de mama si 0.5 sec de lumina.Prima noastra dragoste e lumina ce o purtam cu noi in suflet pana inchidem ochii.Si poate si dupa.Poate e acea lumina Dumnezeiasca despre care vorbesc toti.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multe lumini in jurul meu,in jurul nostrum.Si totusi care e cea mai importanta?Lumina soarelui?Da,pentru ca fara ea nu am putea trai.Ea infloreste florile,ne da culoare in obraji.Dar ce ziceti de lumina sufleteasca?Cu ea cum sta?Lumina aia care iti arata ce e bine si ce e rau.Care te conduce atunci cand ai ramas in intuneric.Care te ridica atunci cand ai cazut mult prea mult ca sa te descurci singur.Lumina din ochii persoanei  cand iti zice :” Te iubesc!”Acea lumina unica ,dar diferita de cea a unui batran.Mi-ar place sa stiu povestea unui batran.Chiar de-ar fi si domnul din autobus.Mi-ar place sa-o pun bucatele ,bucatele pe hartie.Sa stiu ce-ar da    sa se simta din nou tanar,,sa invat din greselile lui,sa-mi spuna cum a reusit sa treaca prin anii vietii.Sa-I cunosc luminile.O barca albastra plutind pe un lac pustiu,doar ea si lumina lunii.Care or fi secretele ei?Lumina ne da o stare de bine unica ! As putea sa scriu la infinit despre lumina.Am scris cateva randuri….restul  reflectati-l voi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4967282845706540242?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4967282845706540242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/06/lumini.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4967282845706540242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4967282845706540242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/06/lumini.html' title='Lumini'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RnUQNW1Z6lI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uuv0Es7nQCY/s72-c/City-lights-Pic7-4sec-f3_5-ISO175-EV0-Res1600-2002-11-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-164360883398994063</id><published>2007-05-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:33.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce si cum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlqbCa6ldCI/AAAAAAAAABc/wus-h2X41Gs/s1600-h/Stars_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlqbCa6ldCI/AAAAAAAAABc/wus-h2X41Gs/s320/Stars_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069534796446004258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ai vrea sa privesti ceea ce nu ai voie?&lt;br /&gt;*Ai vrea sa-ti ratacesti gandurile printre mii de culori?&lt;br /&gt;*Ai vrea sa te inteleaga doar din priviri?&lt;br /&gt;*Ai vrea sa sti ce ganduri sunt dupa acel zambet?&lt;br /&gt;*Ai vrea cam multe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mi-as dori o casa facuta din ganduri buna ! Si inauntru sa aiba numai amintiri frumoase.Pe jos sa fie imprastiate zambete si perdelele sa fie facute din  suflete.As vrea sa am in gradina multe rasete si gardul sa fie facut din imbratisari calde.As vrea sa ploua cu stele colorate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-164360883398994063?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/164360883398994063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/ce-si-cum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/164360883398994063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/164360883398994063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/ce-si-cum.html' title='Ce si cum'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlqbCa6ldCI/AAAAAAAAABc/wus-h2X41Gs/s72-c/Stars_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-2975098528088892190</id><published>2007-05-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auzi tu viseee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlYPs66ldBI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Usjmsf0dc0/s1600-h/Falling_out_of_love-3een2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlYPs66ldBI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Usjmsf0dc0/s320/Falling_out_of_love-3een2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068255695055713298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-2975098528088892190?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2975098528088892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/auzi-tu-viseee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2975098528088892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/2975098528088892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/auzi-tu-viseee.html' title='Auzi tu viseee'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlYPs66ldBI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Usjmsf0dc0/s72-c/Falling_out_of_love-3een2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-6238885603706699042</id><published>2007-05-20T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlBnbq6ldAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nruWO9VclFM/s1600-h/kkfdkf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlBnbq6ldAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nruWO9VclFM/s320/kkfdkf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663305865950210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unele persoane  nu inteleg arta adevarului si neaga la nesfarsit nestiind ca defapt ceea ce neaga e personalitatea lor.Dar sunt prea oarbe sa vada pura ironie.Na-i ce sa le faci...Se joaca cu reputatia si imaginea lor pentru intreaga lume.Chiar hilar.Dar cine vede? Doar orbii,nu?pacat ca sunt prea putini si aia care sunt trebuie sa fie ignorati sau luati drept nebunii.Atunci defineste nebunia.Mai multi au incercat dar cati au reusit.Nu ne intereseaza asa ceva ,nu? E ami in voga muzica minimalistica sa sa zicem ca ascultam acest gen de muzica.Un fapt prea putin important....genul omului.Carcasa sau coaja lui....dar toti ne uitam la carcasa cand ceea ce este sub ea e important.Dar nu conteaza,nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-6238885603706699042?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6238885603706699042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/nu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6238885603706699042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6238885603706699042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/nu.html' title='NU?'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RlBnbq6ldAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nruWO9VclFM/s72-c/kkfdkf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5221678259969522451</id><published>2007-05-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar timpu' asta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkySgK6lc-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hef5Pp9CgJo/s1600-h/OldYoungHandsbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkySgK6lc-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hef5Pp9CgJo/s320/OldYoungHandsbig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065584762268513250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce repede trece timpul cand te bucuri.Minutele,orele,zilele,o luna....si inca una,si inca una,pana cand ne vom trezi intr-o buna zi in parc cu nepotii de mana povesindu-le ce faceam noi in acel loc ,in acea zi ,numai ca era cu vreo 20 de ani in urma.Va veni si timpul ala asa cum va veni si ziua de maine.Repede! Tata mi-a zis o data:"Timpul nu trece la fel de repede si pentru voi!".Si cred ca acum incep sa ii dau dreptate.Pana la urma ziua tot 24 h are si ora tot 60min.Daca astepti ceva timpul trece mai greu.Cum noi tinerii(adolescentii cum le place sa ne numeasca) ne dorim sa treaca mai repede anu scolar,ziua de luni,sa devenim maturi.Atunci cand vom fi de varsta parintilor mei sau ai tai,ne vom dori ca ziua sa nu se mai termine, sa nu mai apuna soarele, sa nu mai imbatranim cu o zi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5221678259969522451?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5221678259969522451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/iar-timpu-asta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5221678259969522451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5221678259969522451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/iar-timpu-asta.html' title='Iar timpu&apos; asta'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkySgK6lc-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hef5Pp9CgJo/s72-c/OldYoungHandsbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-5932816728994162074</id><published>2007-05-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si sentimente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rkig-OGFabI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aAqTlvPRFro/s1600-h/the_last_moments_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rkig-OGFabI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aAqTlvPRFro/s320/the_last_moments_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064474771774073266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca voi evada din nou.As vrea! Dar tu?&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrea ca eu sa vreau? Hai cu mine !Ne asteapta drumurile !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-5932816728994162074?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5932816728994162074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/momente-si-sentimente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5932816728994162074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/5932816728994162074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/momente-si-sentimente.html' title='Momente si sentimente'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/Rkig-OGFabI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aAqTlvPRFro/s72-c/the_last_moments_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-4079134170160563273</id><published>2007-05-11T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuvinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkSVzOGFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/M0OVhUhhMAU/s1600-h/words.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkSVzOGFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/M0OVhUhhMAU/s320/words.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063336588260764066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ud,rece,calm,apa,vant,nisip,caldura,atingere,iubire,sarut,pasiune,&lt;br /&gt;imbracaminte,cearceaf,transpiratie,sentiment,eden,acasa,dulce,&lt;br /&gt;viata,dor,lume,intelegere,spart,eu,scris moale,lin,soare,capsuni,giraffe,stele,muzica,cuvant,trandafir,&lt;br /&gt;zambet,joc,culoare,lumina,aer,fluture,floare,mar,blond,verde,&lt;br /&gt;roua,dimineata,rasarit,raze,unda,apus,inchis,noapte,luna,racoare,&lt;br /&gt;briza,val,mistic,inodor,insipid,ireal,imaginatie,spiridusi,zane,&lt;br /&gt;cadouri,reusita,familie,uniti,aievea,clandestin,vedere,dans,miscare,&lt;br /&gt;dezamgire,pierdere,lacrimi,el,ea,plimabre,park,despartire,dur,&lt;br /&gt;nu,amar,dulce,mic,minciuna,hoinar,sex,durere,dc ce?,dorinta,&lt;br /&gt;tarziu,ieri,16,inceput,fara sfarsit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-4079134170160563273?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4079134170160563273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuvinte.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4079134170160563273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/4079134170160563273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuvinte.html' title='cuvinte'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkSVzOGFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/M0OVhUhhMAU/s72-c/words.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-6113146718337106389</id><published>2007-05-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:34.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untiteld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkOxO-GFaYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SQNl6gIyDac/s1600-h/28042007435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkOxO-GFaYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SQNl6gIyDac/s320/28042007435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063085276839373186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare ochi are povestea lui.Dupa fiecare zambet se ascunde o lacrima.Fiecare om are o iubire pierduta,o usa inchisa si o privire uitata.Fiecare dar cati au spus cuvintele "Te iubesc!" si le-au si simtit?Nopti nedormite,lacrimi varsate,distante sparte,sentimente daramate.Lucruri ascunse si nedorite.Frica ! Umezeala pernii de care imi voi aduce tot timpul aminte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-6113146718337106389?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6113146718337106389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/untiteld.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6113146718337106389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/6113146718337106389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/untiteld.html' title='untiteld'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkOxO-GFaYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SQNl6gIyDac/s72-c/28042007435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010487194128502674.post-7147079617936557683</id><published>2007-05-10T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:35.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pe unde...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkN-1OGFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IXLGdsE8lEg/s1600-h/sad+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkN-1OGFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IXLGdsE8lEg/s320/sad+angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063029858876352882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit singura,singura si foarte pierduta printre mii de ganduri.Intru  in panica....De afara se aude un greiere....cred ca ma linisteste intr-un fel.Defineste nebunia!Nebunia e singratatea.Nu sti cum ,pe unde si cu cine s-o iei.Acel careva care stiai ,simteai ca poate fi special...unic....s-a ales praful.Dar repede a aparut Printz Charming care e ffff dulce si-ti ofera tot.Pacat k nu-i poti oferi si tu acelasi lucru pentru ca inima ta a ramas in urma cu evenimentele;ea inca spera si asteapta o impacare.Aici se contropesc cele doua.Ratiunea si iubirea.Binele si Raul.Dar,care e  bine si care e rau?Incercam sa realizam dar ne da cu virgula.Oamenii curajosi asculta inima,risca,nu planifica,se asteapta la ce-i mai rau si spera la bine.Cei care actioneaza cu ratiune sunt cei echilibrati,carora riscul e redus la 0,000111 %.Si totusi ,ce alegi?E ca si cum ar trebui sa asortezi haine ,iar tu sa fi dalton.Trebuie s-o faci din instinct.Temptant si arogant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010487194128502674-7147079617936557683?l=insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7147079617936557683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/pe-unde.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7147079617936557683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010487194128502674/posts/default/7147079617936557683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidemymagicbox.blogspot.com/2007/05/pe-unde.html' title='pe unde...?'/><author><name>Ally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330554836593209553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/SeOH_6Nyr5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTycTKhAu74/S220/IMG_4741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFVX9QIXMU/RkN-1OGFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IXLGdsE8lEg/s72-c/sad+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
