<?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-7676724142436468346</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:55:08.529-08:00</updated><category term='the kill'/><category term='wallpaper'/><title type='text'>Vintage thoughts .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.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-7676724142436468346.post-1970731034264374354</id><published>2011-06-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:18:03.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vintagethoughts / nothing else matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5sNW0KjNNO0/TeZmJWNlBBI/AAAAAAAAAio/s5Rq6XZmE4o/s1600/linnas6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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As putea sa fac asta sau as putea sa ma prefac ca nu s-a intamplat nimic , ca si cum 6 luni , le-am petrecut intr-o sticla si acum o arunc in mare , in speranta ca cineva , candva o va gasi . &lt;div&gt;Dar nu am sa fac asta , o sa-mi explic mie de ce dupa aceste 6 luni nenorocite inca mai sunt MihaellaS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Decembrie , luna amarata si plina de nervi , pleci -vii , vii- pleci , un cerc vicios in care te invarti de ceva vreme . Inchide-ti amaratul ala de telefon si nu te mai chinui , nu o sa te caute nimeni !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ianuarie , cel mai urat si cretin revelion , cea mai anormala dragoste de inceput de an si inca o poveste neterminata , dar adu-ti aminte de anul trecut , ti-ai facut un nou prieten atunci , inca un dusman pe anul asta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Februarie , nimic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Martie - ei , oameni noi , prieteni noi , ce zici ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Aprilie , nimic . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Mai , nervi -stress , nimic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Iunie , sunt la inceput , oare ce imi pregatesti ?&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;Rezumat : nu ai facut nimic in plus pentru tine , ai facut totul in plus pentru altii , e timpul pentru tine , nu crezi ? Ti-ai sters tot trecutul cu buretele , ca si cum ar fi fost o urma de grasime pe o farfurie alba . I-ati gandul ! Niciodata nu o sa reusesti sa ii lasi in urma si sa o iei de la capat , niciodata , chiar daca ai zile in care zambesti si razi cu ei , in nici un caz nu o sa fii asa pana la final .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8163179286907411607?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8163179286907411607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-morning-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8163179286907411607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8163179286907411607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good morning sunshine !'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-8056444678311756418</id><published>2010-12-01T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:04:07.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-7.html"&gt;Partea 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ce? Nu pot sa cred . Tu esti moarta , nu se poate asa ceva. Ti-am vazut mormantul , te-am vazut cand te-au ingropat , ce Dumnezeu?&lt;br /&gt;-Lasa-L pe Dumnezeu ca nu are nici o treaba , daca vrei sa vorbim , fa o cafea si invita-ma inauntru , daca nu , pot sa plec imediat si sunt destul de multumita ca te-am vazut .&lt;br /&gt;-Doamne! Hai , bine , intra! Am sa pun de cafea.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine ..&lt;br /&gt;Cu o oarecare retinere , Sandra reuseste sa intre in casa . Denis o urmari cu privirea sa-i gaseasca un oarecare defect sau o pata care sa-i spuna ca nu e femeia pe care o iubeste . Nu se putea impaca cu gandul ca a "inviat din morti" . Denis a pus de cafea si si-a strans din lucruri in timp ce Sandra il privea tacuta de pe canapea .&lt;br /&gt;-Bine , uite cafeaua , aprinde-ti o tigara si poti sa incepi , se rasti Denis .&lt;br /&gt;-Ia loc si calmeaza-te . Am sa-ti povestesc tot . Deci din seara in care ne-am vazut a inceput totul. Stii ca Dana era cu Bogdan si eu i-am gasit impreuna si am plecat la motel si acolo te-am intalnit pe tine. Am aflat ca in motelul ala era si C. Adam era pe urmele mele , vroia sa ma ia in contul lui Bogdan , pentru ca acesta ii datora ceva bani , dar vazandu-ma cu tine , s-a retras , a doua zi omorandu-l pe Bogdan , asta in cazul in care nu stiai.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , nu stiam asta , raspunse Denis .&lt;br /&gt;-Ei bine , afli acum , din momentul in care l-am gasit pe Bogdan mort , mi-am dat seama ca ceva nu e in regula , ma simteam urmarita , si tu nu erai deloc in siguranta langa mine  , ai simtit-o chiar pe propria-ti piele in noaptea in care am disparut . Dupa ce ai fost tu la C. Adam la hotel a inceput toata urmarirea , pentru ca mi-am dat seama de cat de transparent era Adam. S-a folosit de Dana si de legaturile ei cu Alessio B. pentru a porni o intreaga afacere cu drogurile pe care le fabrica in Olanda . Nici nu-ti dai seama ce e in orasul asta Denis , nici nu stii de cine trebuie sa te feresti .&lt;br /&gt;-Ce stii , ce imi poti spune sa le pot pune capat ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu poti sa le pui capat , totul se invarte in lumea celor mari , nu e pentru cei mici ca tine .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , te rog frumos , asculta-ma! Daca vrei sa te cred trebuie sa imi spui totul , fara nici o minciuna , m-am saturat sa aud numai minciuni .&lt;br /&gt;-Denis , crede-ma! E adevarul , nu am de ce sa te mai mint. E pe bune!&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu daca sa te cred sau nu , dar iti dau sansa de a-i demasca pe acei indivizi si sansa de a-ti readuce numele in strada , sa fii din nou Sandra , femeia care ar putea avea orice barbat , femeia fara regrete si reprosuri.&lt;br /&gt;-Da Denis , am inteles .&lt;br /&gt;-Bine , deci , maine la prima ora mergi cu mine la sectie , dai o declaratie si incepem ancheta , bine ?&lt;br /&gt;-Bine .&lt;br /&gt;Era deja ora 1 noaptea , ei doi inca mai povesteau , Sandra nu dadea nici un semn ca ar fi obosita , in schimb Denis , mai avea putin si se ducea jos din picioare .&lt;br /&gt;-Denis , baga-te  in pat . O sa vorbim dimineata mai bine . Esti mort de oboseala , se citeste pe fata ta cata viata mai ai in  tine . Te rog frumos sa dormi , iar eu te astept aici pana dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine Sandra . Incepand din dimineata zilei de azi , esti doar a mea .&lt;br /&gt;-Am fost a ta din seara petrecuta la motel .&lt;br /&gt;-Noapte buna Sandra .&lt;br /&gt;-Noapte buna Denis . Te iubesc .&lt;br /&gt;Denis ii intoarce spatele si se duce incet incet spre camera lui . Sandra il urmari cu privirea pana cand se asigura ca acesta a intrat in camera iar ea in urma lui incepu sa caute prin lucruri , in speranta de a gasi ceva care sa-i vorbeasca despre ce a facut in timpul in care ea a fost plecata .&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce a reusit sa gaseasca au fost niste mesaje vocale lasate de colegii de servici .&lt;br /&gt;"Denis te asteptam azi sa sarbatorim 10 ani de cand faci parte din colectivul nostru" , primul mesaj .&lt;br /&gt;"Sandra a murit , dar nu si tu odata cu ea . Trezeste-te Denis , nu ne lasa de nebuni , trebuie sa vii inapoi sa ne tii in frau" , al doilea mesaj .&lt;br /&gt;"S-au facut doua saptamani de cand nu stim nimic de tine , te rugam frumos sa dai un semn de viata . Daca o mai tii asa in urmatoarea jumatate de ora suntem la tine la usa." al treilea mesaj si ultimul .&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce a ascultat toate trei mesajele si-a dat seama ca Denis suferea dupa ea , si incepea sa simta un oarecare regret , dar i-a trecut mai repede decat o senzatie de frig . Era schimbata , era distanta , dar inca mai simtea ceva pentru el. Dupa jumatate de ora s-a asezat in bucatarie pe un scaun , si-a aprins o tigara si cu o cana de cafea incerca sa-si alunge toate gandurile  , cu speranta ca atunci cand o sa se trezeasca Denis , totul o sa fie ca inainte .&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce a terminat cafeaua s-a dus in sufragerie si a incercat sa adoarma , dar nici nu a ajuns bine langa canapea ca Denis era in spatele ei .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , nu pot dormi , vrei sa-mi tii de urat ?&lt;br /&gt;-Bine Denis , asa am sa fac .&lt;br /&gt;S-au asezat amandoi pe canapea si-au tras patura peste ei , si-au aprins cate o tigara si se uitau unul la altul .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , am fost pierdut fara tine , stii ? Mi-e atat de dor de tine incat as strabate muntii pentru tine , as face orice si urasc asta pentru ca nu as face-o pentru nimeni . Nu stiu ce mi-ai facut , cu ce m-ai dat peste cap dar tot ce stiu e ca sunt nebun dupa tine .&lt;br /&gt;-Denis nu esti singurul in situatia asta , si eu sunt la fel , dar nu pot sa accept ceea ce simt asa ca prefer sa ma mint singura ca totul e in regula , ca tu ma consideri o joaca . Doar asa pot sa imi tin sentimentele in frau .&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trecea iar ei tot isi impartaseau amintirile . Oare dimineata vine sau ramane noapte pentru ei ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8056444678311756418?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8056444678311756418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-8.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8056444678311756418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8056444678311756418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-8.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (8)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-2130935465817452536</id><published>2010-11-12T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:03:07.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on , bitch!</title><content type='html'>Din nou : mi-am pus cartile pe masa , ce alegi ? iar tu domnisoara .. tu sa zbori ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit , dintr-un somn cam lung .. incerc sa imi revin si ma ajut incet incet sa ma ridic din patul moale si calduros . Imi iau hainele si ma pregatesc de o noua lupta . Cu tine , cu mine .. cei care odata au fost , si cei care vor ramane pana la sfarsit .. noi .&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare clipa , fiecare atingere , fiecare soapta .. totul e inscris intr-un carnet uitat in vise .. vise comune , asezate in ordine , in micul nostru haos .&lt;br /&gt;Suntem nebuni , suntem lipsiti de sens .. suntem noi . Eu si tu , cei ce redecoreaza Universul , cei ce au puterea de a culege stropii de ploaie din ocean . Impreuna avem totul .&lt;br /&gt;Asta e pentru tine ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: uitasem cat e de bine langa tine , iti multumesc ca ma doresti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-2130935465817452536?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2130935465817452536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-on-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2130935465817452536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2130935465817452536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-on-bitch.html' title='Game on , bitch!'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6495044631247060513</id><published>2010-11-12T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:55:25.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage thoughts / summersmile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TN2bouv7RrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kCEzlXPTrvg/s1600/i14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TN2a8RzFSjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/JutrvtbNc4o/s320/4%2Bwalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538753477096065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TN2a8ZkSvSI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qiYb5foIW-A/s1600/2%2Bwalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TN2a8ZkSvSI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qiYb5foIW-A/s320/2%2Bwalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538753479181516066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-3823518452041827927?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3823518452041827927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/vintage-thoughts-daydreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3823518452041827927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3823518452041827927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/vintage-thoughts-daydreamer.html' title='vintage thoughts / daydreamer'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TN2a8RzFSjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/JutrvtbNc4o/s72-c/4%2Bwalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-4253245624858983603</id><published>2010-09-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:21:34.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;-Domnule comisar , ne pare rau dar doamna a murit . Am incercat totul dar a fost in zadar .&lt;br /&gt;-Nu se poate asa ceva! Va rog , spuneti-mi ca nu-i adevarat. Va rog , va implor! Sandra nu are cum sa fie moarta! E imposibil!&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Asa s-ar parea ca se incheie o poveste de dragoste plina de suspans si actiune . Ce a urmat e clar pentru toata lumea . Denis a plans dupa Sandra , nu si-a  mai continuat serviciul , cat pe ce sa-l piarda , totul i se parea ca e impotriva lui , era pierdut , nu mai avea sperante , chef si nici un fel de dorinta .&lt;br /&gt;Isi pierdea vremea intr-o cafenea , cu ceaiuri si cafele , cu tigari si ziarul din ziua accidentului .&lt;br /&gt;Parca rememora fiecare pas , fiecare simtire din acea zi . Nu vroia sa renunte la amintirea ei , era mult prea importanta pentru el .A stat foarte putin in viata lui ,si a insemnat atat de mult. Nu vroia sa o lase , nu vroia  sa mearga mai departe fara ea .&lt;br /&gt;Era de nerecunoscut , ametit in fiecare zi , pierdut in visele lui , nici macar colegii lui cei care ii erau alaturi nu-l puteau ajuta , nu-l puteau scoate din starea pe care o avea .&lt;br /&gt;Trecusera mai bine de 6 luni de la moartea ei . Arata ca si cum mai avea cateva zile de trait , palid , slab , nebarbierit , cu ochii vineti si tulburi .Se plimba prin parc , fara tinta , fara vlaga , toata ziua respectiva si-a pierdut-o in parc .&lt;br /&gt;-Ca niciodata .. isi spuse el .&lt;br /&gt;Odata ajuns acasa isi trase patura peste el si incerca sa adoarma . Se ridica din pat ,. se duce la bucatarie , isi ia o cana de cafea , isi aprinde o tigara si de-odata se sperie din cauza soneriei de la usa .&lt;br /&gt;Nu era sigur ce sa faca. Sa se ridice sa deschida , sau sa ramana pe scaun acolo unde era si sa se lase sa fie cautat . Dar soneria tot suna si el nu stia ce sa faca . La un moment dat , enervat de insistenta celui de dupa usa  se ridica brusc de pe scaun si deschide nervos .&lt;br /&gt;-Cine dracu' tot ma cauta?&lt;br /&gt;-Buna Denis . Nu ma asteptam la o asemenea primire , raspunde sec nimeni alta decat Sandra .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-4253245624858983603?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4253245624858983603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-7.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4253245624858983603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4253245624858983603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-7.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (7)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-8715395088074120791</id><published>2010-09-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:22:05.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks until the end .</title><content type='html'>si-am sa mor , nu de mana lor , de mana mea .&lt;br /&gt;si-am sa mor , de ziua mea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;nimic sa ma opreasca , totu-i de la sine .&lt;br /&gt;mi-am scris povestea , si din pacate nu are un final fericit .&lt;br /&gt;Totul e scris pe un colt de foaie prafuit si uitat intr-un sertar dintr-un dulap al timpului .&lt;br /&gt;uita-ma si-ti e mai bine , :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8715395088074120791?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8715395088074120791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-weeks-until-end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8715395088074120791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8715395088074120791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-weeks-until-end.html' title='2 weeks until the end .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-2014320571732613861</id><published>2010-09-10T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:49:45.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bun venit in lumea ta  , lumea ta de gheata</title><content type='html'>Mi-e frig , mi-e dor , ma doare . Sunt un sloi de gheata , imi curge frig prin vene .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt prinsa intr-o poveste gen "Alice in Tara Minunilor" doar ca la mine minunile au incetat sa apara , sunt oameni de gheata  care ma cuprind pe zi ce trece , care ma fac sa imi pierd mintile , care imi ingheata sufletul , vor sa nu mai simt , vor sa devin o marioneta , exact ca ei . Sa fiu cuprinsa in monotonia crunta a zilelor noastre , oameni care te atrag din ce in ce mai mult spre o lume nefasta , in care te joci cu gandul celui de langa tine , in care te hranesti putin cate putin cu suflul de optimism din viata persoanelor care te inconjoara , o lume in care tragi in ceilalti indiferent de consecinte .&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat de voi cei care vreti sa zambesc si sa ma mint ca o sa fiu bine . Pentru ca nu o sa fiu , niciodata , or sa fie doar momente simple de euforie , minute , nimic mai mult . Mi-ati ucis sperantele cu frigul vostru , raceala voastra ma sufoca , ma omoara , incet incet .&lt;br /&gt;Imi urasc zilele , imi urasc trupul , ma urasc pe mine .. vreau sa redevin ce-am fost odata , un copil cu zambet si speranta .&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc , urasc sa ador fiecare amintire cu tine , urasc sa ma trezesc dimineata cu gandul ca vreau sa te vad , faci parte din oamenii ghetii , faci parte din cei ce ii urasc , si totusi , urasc sa te ador .&lt;br /&gt;Tu cel ce-mi spui azi ca ma iubesti si maine esti cu ea de mana si-i spui ca o iubesti , ti-am sters lacrimile care au curs din cauza ei si urasc sa-ti fiu alaturi cand stiu ca suferi atat din cauza ei .&lt;br /&gt;Voi toti sunteti niste oameni cu gheata in sange , toti mi-ati inghetat lumea si vreti sa fiu ca voi .&lt;br /&gt;Imi vreau lumea inapoi , plina de zambete , povesti si sentimente , plina de oamenii care erau langa mine , va vreau inapoi . Imi vreau dragostea inapoi , vreau sa fie din nou dragostea mea nebuna , imi vreau visele . De ce mi le furati ? de ce mi le luati ? Chiar asa de foame va e ? Hraniti-va cu pesimismul vostru si lasati-mi ultima frantura de bine , lasati-ma in lumea mea .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-2014320571732613861?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2014320571732613861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/bun-venit-in-lumea-ta-lumea-ta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2014320571732613861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2014320571732613861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/09/bun-venit-in-lumea-ta-lumea-ta-de.html' title='Bun venit in lumea ta  , lumea ta de gheata'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6783401705653781722</id><published>2010-08-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:50:30.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cel mai bun lucru .</title><content type='html'>Din start imi adun lacrimile , imi reiau fata de iesit in lume si plec . Fii fara grija , o sa ma descurc , singura ca de obicei , dar o sa ma descurc . Cred ca e cel mai bun lucru pe care pot sa-l fac in momentul de fata .&lt;br /&gt;Bolnava , instabila psihic , cu inima sfaramata , neinteleasa pentru ca e prea greu , totul ma descrie . E asa de greu , pentru ca simt .. simt ca mi-e bine langa tine. Dar tie nu , nu cum as vrea eu , pentru ca nu ma vrei asa cum te vreau eu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o dragoste nebuna , sa ma ai , sa ma vrei , sa ma alungi , sa stii sa ma aduci inapoi , te vreau trup si suflet , langa mine .&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat sa fiu aleasa din comoditate , sau din plictiseala , vreau sa fiu speciala , vreau sa fiu dorita , vreau sa fiu eu cea care e pe primul loc . Si iti jur ca asa voi fi .&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca regret multe , n-o sa-mi para rau pentru ce voi face .&lt;br /&gt;Te ador .&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6783401705653781722?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6783401705653781722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/cel-mai-bun-lucru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6783401705653781722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6783401705653781722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/cel-mai-bun-lucru.html' title='Cel mai bun lucru .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-4207388196602818013</id><published>2010-08-04T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T03:05:52.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7dCSzLDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/chFWAM2u6OU/s1600/s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7dCSzLDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/chFWAM2u6OU/s320/s4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501493789827738674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7cxYwuzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m4SKtStdwQU/s1600/s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7cxYwuzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m4SKtStdwQU/s320/s5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501493785289341746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7cvagFBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M3ZS1tZcfKk/s1600/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7cvagFBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M3ZS1tZcfKk/s320/s3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501493784759768082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-4207388196602818013?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4207388196602818013/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-play.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4207388196602818013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4207388196602818013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-play.html' title='Let&apos;s play!'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFk7dCSzLDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/chFWAM2u6OU/s72-c/s4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-734159336091104185</id><published>2010-08-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:33:49.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata iesiti din motel in graba in care erau cu bagajele si incercand sa ajunga la masina cat mai repede , nu au bagat de seama ca in spatele masinii lor undeva la 10-12 metri departare era o duba . Cand au ajuns langa masina a inceput sa ploua cu gloante . Sandra incepu sa tipe iar Denis o arunca la pamant in speranta de a-i salva viata . El in spatele masinii , cu pistolul in mana incearca sa le tina piept dar Sandra isi scoase si ea din geanta pistolul si trage in unul din duba .&lt;br /&gt;"L-am nimerit" isi spuse in gand .&lt;br /&gt;Vazand asta , soferul dubei apasa acceleratia si pleaca , lasandu-i pe Sandra si Denis speriati de moarte . Denis inca se mai uita uimit si plin de admiratie , oarecum , la Sandra , pe cand aceasta isi stergea cu dosul palmei lacrimile si-si baga inapoi pistolul in geanta .&lt;br /&gt;-Cred ca ar fi bine sa suni la sectie , l-am nimerit pe unul din ei . Erau trei , doi lunetisti si soferul . Duba nu avea numere de imatriculare dar i-am retinut marca si culoarea , avea ceva iesit din comun . Nu te mai uita asa la mine , ma sperii .&lt;br /&gt;-Am ramas asa din cauza ta . Ce-ai facut ? Cum ai facut asa ceva ? intreaba Denis socat .&lt;br /&gt;-Sunt inutile intrebarile tale .Suna-i pe ai tai , acum cat le mai pot da de urma .&lt;br /&gt;-Da , ai dreptate . Si continua sa se uite la ea de parca ar fi vazut-o pentru prima data in viata lui . Ajung in 5 minute , vor toate detaliile .&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu , asa am sa fac . Isi ridica manecile bluzei si incearca sa se sprijine de masina plina de gauri , dar cade ca si fulgerata .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandraa , ce e cu tine ? Sandra , trezeste-te! tipa Denis disperat langa ea . Isi scoase telefonul si suna la spital sa trimita o ambulanta .&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp , in jurul lor incepu forfota , se adunau din ce in ce mai multi oameni , unii speriati de zgmotele facute de gloante , altii care erau in trecere si s-au oprit sa vada ce se intampla .&lt;br /&gt;Odata venita si una din masinile politiei apare si ambulanta . Din ce in ce mai multa lume . Sandra nu-si reveni , Denis se panica , totul parea ca o ia razna .&lt;br /&gt;-Hai , respira !! striga unul din asistentii de pe ambulanta .Incet , incet .. asa!&lt;br /&gt;Sandra isi recapata cunostinta .&lt;br /&gt;-Doamna si-a revenit , striga catre Denis .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , esti bine ?Ce ti s-a intamplat ?&lt;br /&gt;-Cred ca e din cauza stresului din ultima vreme , nu-i asa ? si-i arunca priviri de foc asistentului care parea convins si el ca despre asta e vorba .&lt;br /&gt;-E si din cauza asta , dar , ati fost impuscata doamna! Ati pierdut ceva sange si trebuie sa mergem la spital .&lt;br /&gt;-Cum ? Dar  nu am vazut nimic. Unde te-au impuscat ?&lt;br /&gt;-In spate , ii spuse asistentul . Trebuie sa mergem la spital , mergeti si dumneavoastra?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , eu raman , am ceva treaba . Sandra , am sa vin cat pot de repede , si o saruta pe frunte . Sandra scanci si incepu sa planga .&lt;br /&gt;Denis coboara din ambulanta si se duse la colegii-i de servici .&lt;br /&gt;-Sefu , ce s-a intamplat aici ? Doamna e bine ? intreaba oarecum retinut Stefan .&lt;br /&gt;-E bine , au dus-o la spital pedntru analize , se pare ca unul din ei a nimerit-o  , dar cum ? Ea statea cu fata la ei , nu cu spatele . Nu cumva a fost o diversiune si pe ea au vrut-o ? Dar de ce ? Trebuie sa aflu ce se intampla . Nu mai suport! si-ncepu sa se traga de par , agitandu-se in jurul masinii pline de gloante .&lt;br /&gt;Doru se apropie de Denis incet , si-ncepu sa-i vorbeasca dar nu inainte de a-l trage mai departe de toti .&lt;br /&gt;-Sefu , doamna ne-a dat toate detaliile ,incepem cautarile . In legatura cu ce s-a intamplat de dimineata , am gasit urme de somnifere in cestile dumneavoastra , cea a Danei era curata . Fibra gasita in usa a fost identificata . Apartine unor uniforme facute la comanda . Ghici pentru cine! C.Adam .&lt;br /&gt;Denis il privi mirat dar oarecum usurat .&lt;br /&gt;-Si asta nu e tot , incepe Doru . Se pare ca la locul asasinatului lui Bogdan au fost gasite niste fragmente de roca ce se gaseste pe un teren unde e construita o firma . Ghici cine e proprietarul !&lt;br /&gt;-C.Adam , spuse Denis senin .&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , spre surprinderea noastra , a tuturor , e firma Danei , cea care a murit de dimineata . Am reusit sa aflam asta din greseala , pentru ca se pare ca C.Adam i-a dat pe langa firma aceasta inca doua mici magazine . Si ghici de ce , pentru ca ii era draga!&lt;br /&gt;-S-a observat cat de draga ii era , raspunde sec Denis . De asta e moarta.&lt;br /&gt;-Si apare si AlessioB. in joc , incepe Doru putin ironic . Cei care erau acum in duba sunt prieteni de-ai lui , dar duba e trecuta pe numele lui C.Adam .&lt;br /&gt;-Astia doi au prieteni comuni s-ar zice . Dar de ce Sandra ? Ce vroiau de la ea ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu sefu , dar promit ca o sa aflu . Pana atunci l-am dat in urmarire pe C.Adam si stim ca AlessioB. e deja dupa gratii . Deci trebuie sa fie cineva in afara care ii face treaba , doar ca problema e ca nu stim cine anume.&lt;br /&gt;-Cauta vizitele , apelurile si tot ce tine de AlessioB. Ma duc la spital , tinem legatura .&lt;br /&gt;-Da sefu , spuse calm Doru .&lt;br /&gt;Agitat Denis ia masina unuia din colegi pentru ca a lui era plina de gauri , si porneste spre spital . Pe drum incerca sa-si puna ordine in ganduri&lt;br /&gt;"Bogdan a murit . Bine . Dana a murit . Bine . Sandra e impuscata . Oare au dat gres ? Oare se vor intoarce sa vada daca si-au terminat treaba ?Sau .. nu , nu cred . Ce treaba ar avea ? Daca nu Sandra era tinta , daca eu trebuia sa fiu in locul ei sau chiar mai rau , trebuia sa fiu mort ? Ceva nu e in regula in toata povestea . Bogdan avea afaceri cu C.Adam , Dana era prietena lui Bogdan dar facea afaceri cu AlessioB. Probabil Dana trebuia sa-l ia de partea lui AlessioB. , daca e asa cum spunea Adam ca cei doi bodyguarzi faceau treburi inafara serviciului , poate ca erau cu AlessioB. Dar de ce au omorat-o pe Dana? Ce nu le-a convenit ? Si de ce duba lui Adam era la asasinii lui Alessio? Ce treaba are Sandra cu toate astea ? Trebuie sa aflu cat mai repede! "&lt;br /&gt;Odata ajuns la spital , in fata acestuia il asteptau ziaristii , gata-gata sa-l ia pe sus , doar pentru a le raspunde la intrebari . A incercat sa ii dea la o parte si intr-un final reuseste sa intre in spital .&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge la o infirmiera .&lt;br /&gt;-Nu va suparati , tocmai a sosit o doamna impuscata , imi puteti da detalii ? Va rog !&lt;br /&gt;-Da , o gasiti in salonul 612 . Ar fi mai bine sa vorbiti cu doctorul care se ocupa de dansa . E dr. Comanescu , si face stanga-mprejur si pleaca .&lt;br /&gt;-Dar .. si ramane cu vorba in gura . Bine , sa-l cautam pe domnul doctor , isi spuse singur .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-734159336091104185?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/734159336091104185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/734159336091104185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/734159336091104185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (6)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-4269815494775789196</id><published>2010-08-03T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:56:41.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bine .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O sa fiu bine si de data asta .&lt;br /&gt;am pierdut prea multe pana acum , te-am pierdut si pe tine , ca pe multi altii , nu e nimic , o sa fiu tare , am sa rezist , pentru ca roata se intoarce , si candva o sa ne reintalnim , si o sa fie frumos , ca atunci cand mi-am lasat noaptea prietenilor pentru tine , ca de fiecare data cand ne vedeam si ma tineai aproape de tine .&lt;br /&gt;nu , nu esti toti , esti tu , esti acel cineva de care am avut nevoie , dar a plecat .&lt;br /&gt;sunt puternica , stiu asta , stiu ca o sa rezist !&lt;br /&gt;si tie o sa-ti fie bine . sper din tot sufletul asta .&lt;br /&gt;Sa ai grija de tine Pissi , :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJxGzDNDUPE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJxGzDNDUPE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-4269815494775789196?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4269815494775789196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/bine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4269815494775789196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/4269815494775789196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/bine.html' title='Bine .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7073613242282932603</id><published>2010-07-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:02:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E totul bine . (monolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFOea4CUoVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zrTzZSc_iUE/s1600/44daa50a-34ac-429f-abbd-866ce1577f97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFOea4CUoVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zrTzZSc_iUE/s400/44daa50a-34ac-429f-abbd-866ce1577f97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499913754505421138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam asa arata ultimele zile .. carti , liniste , soare .. bine , fara mare , dar o sa fie si ea . Nu e tarziu pentru nimic . Zambesc , imi pasa la fel de mult , dar incerc sa fiu mai linistita . Sunt la fel , nimic iesit din comun .&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am petrecut ceva timp cu GG , ii ador din ce in ce mai mult pe Chuck si Blair . Ascult muzica din serial , e draguta in draci . Da! Sunt copilaroasa , recunosc . Dar asta sunt si n-am ce face .&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca noptile-s prea scurte pentru mine in ultimul timp , somnul e putin sau lipseste cu desavarsire , imi revin .&lt;br /&gt;Astea-s ultimele vesti de pe planeta mea , pe planeta ta cum e ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-7073613242282932603?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7073613242282932603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-totul-bine-monolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7073613242282932603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7073613242282932603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-totul-bine-monolog.html' title='E totul bine . (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TFOea4CUoVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zrTzZSc_iUE/s72-c/44daa50a-34ac-429f-abbd-866ce1577f97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-5682333924784720103</id><published>2010-07-25T05:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T05:30:30.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am primit , mersi . (monlog)</title><content type='html'>de-acum incolo , ma intorc la ce am fost . nu mai vreau nimic .&lt;br /&gt;mi-am primit raspunsurile , ce-o fi o fi .&lt;br /&gt;sa ai grija de ce a fost , sa nu se piarda .&lt;br /&gt;iti multumesc .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5682333924784720103?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5682333924784720103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-primit-mersi-monlog_25.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5682333924784720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5682333924784720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-primit-mersi-monlog_25.html' title='Am primit , mersi . 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(monolog)</title><content type='html'>in final , m-am saturat :&lt;br /&gt;sa alerg dupa vise care nu dau semne ca s-ar implini ,&lt;br /&gt;de oameni ipocriti ,&lt;br /&gt;de mine , de cum am ajuns ,&lt;br /&gt;de voi care imi intoarceti spatele cand am nevoie de sprijin ,&lt;br /&gt;de tine care ma faci pe zi ce trece sa imi pese mai tare , si pleci ca si cum as fi inca un nume pe o lista .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi pare rau :&lt;br /&gt;ca nu sunt langa tine cand ai nevoie si cand sunt nu ai nevoie ,&lt;br /&gt;ca nu ma crezi cand vorbesc serios , si iei in gluma tot ce iti spun&lt;br /&gt;ca am ajuns sa fiu calcata in picioare (nu-i nimic , ma ridic si de data asta)&lt;br /&gt;ca nu sunt cum ai vrea sa fiu si incerci sa faci un alt om din mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am grija de ce o sa se intample , si ce o sa fie n-o sa fie bine . pentru mine .&lt;br /&gt;imi spun mine ca voi trece peste tot , ma chinui in fiecare zi cu gandul ca iti pasa si o sa dai un semn ca asa e , sper ca intr-o buna zi sa realizez cate am facut spre binele tau .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viata mea e o carte de joc , tocmai ai pus-o pe masa . castigi sau pierzi ?&lt;br /&gt;a ta , Mish .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8379328222948095888?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8379328222948095888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-my-reality-monolog.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8379328222948095888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8379328222948095888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-my-reality-monolog.html' title='Welcome to my reality! (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6487986696575773880</id><published>2010-07-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T05:13:49.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesiguranta , poate ca asa trebuie sa fie ! (monolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TEmHOY-bhjI/AAAAAAAAAes/iLJ_LAbCiww/s1600/xcc_12_by_scarabuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TEmHOY-bhjI/AAAAAAAAAes/iLJ_LAbCiww/s400/xcc_12_by_scarabuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497073501474620978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa o seara placuta , discutii care ne-au facut sa ne aducem aminte de multe , am adormit cu zambetul pe buze , ceea ce s-a intamplat cam rar in ultimul timp dar exista dubii , imi este frica pentru ce va urma , la fel de frumos sau chiar mai frumos a fost si inainte sa-mi dai vestea cea "buna" , si nu stiu ce sa fac .&lt;br /&gt;m-as ambitiona sa cred ca totul o sa fie bine , asa cum am planuit aseara , mica noastra escapada . dar nu prea pot . oare e normal sa-mi fie frica ? sau sunt doar ideile mele preconcepute care nu ma lasa deloc in pace ?&lt;br /&gt;imi vorbesc mie , cea care zambeste cand e frig si plange cand e cald , care face totul pe dos cu impresia ca face bine , cea care te tine in brate si-ti zambeste cand inima i se rupe de dorinta de a te avea langa ea . imi spun ca o sa fie bine si asa o sa fie , sper !&lt;br /&gt;zambesc , e ceva bun nu ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6487986696575773880?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6487986696575773880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/nesiguranta-poate-ca-asa-trebuie-sa-fie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6487986696575773880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6487986696575773880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/nesiguranta-poate-ca-asa-trebuie-sa-fie.html' title='Nesiguranta , poate ca asa trebuie sa fie ! 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(monolog)</title><content type='html'>ha ha ha , prea frumos ca sa tina . din nou siiiinguuraaa! ce bucurie , nu?&lt;br /&gt;adevaru-i ca imi place asa de mult sa fiu singura , incat sar de bucurie in momentul asta ! pe naiba , :-j . oare daca nu plecai se mai intamplau atatea? plecai de tot din viata mea ? oare cum era daca acceptam tot ce mi-ai spus ? mi-am facut-o cu mana mea .&lt;br /&gt;ce pot sa mai zic ? din nou tre sa ma descurc cum pot , si cum cateodata am reusit sa o fac , e totul bine . cad , ma ridic , si merg mai departe . nimic de spus , nimic de facut . nu mai am nici o sansa la nimic .&lt;br /&gt;imi repet zi de zi ca nu-s buna de nimic , poate ca gresesc , poate ca nu , stiu doar ca atunci ca mi-a fost lumea mai draga , mi-a cazut cerul in cap si se pare ca e din ce in ce mai rau , :-j&lt;br /&gt;dar o sa vina si vremea mea , cand n-am sa mai fiu lasata deoparte , si voi fi fericita , nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;ma am pe mine si-o tigara . merg mai departe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You make me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be good enough&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna  die&lt;br /&gt;And everything you love,will burn right up in the light&lt;br /&gt;Every time I  look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5269895125828644601?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5269895125828644601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/m-am-trezit-degeaba-monolog.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5269895125828644601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5269895125828644601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/m-am-trezit-degeaba-monolog.html' title='M-am trezit . Degeaba! (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7762538345818790512</id><published>2010-07-20T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:36:53.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sandraaaa , Sandra ajuta-ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sandra se trezeste , ametita fiind de tipetele lui Denis .&lt;br /&gt;-Hei , ce e cu tine? Ce tipi in gura mare? Si se da jos din pat , incet , ca si cum i-ar fi frica sa calce .&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge in camera Danei , il vede pe Denis plin de sange si pe Dana in bratele lui .&lt;br /&gt;-Ce s-a intamplat ? si-n timp ce intreaba alearga dupa telefon .&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu , asa am gasit-o cand ma duceam sa imi fac cafeaua . Cum s-a intamplat asta ? Aici , in casa mea ? Cu mine in casa!!!&lt;br /&gt;-O ambulanta la Motel Heather , urgent! tipa Sandra in telefon .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , Dana e moarta!&lt;br /&gt;-Vin imediat , Dumnezeule!&lt;br /&gt;Cu ambulanta pe drum , Denis plin de sange si Dana moarta , Sandra pleaca in bucatarie isi ia geanta si se aseaza pe scaun . Isi scoate pachetul de tigari , lucru ce-l ascundea foarte bine , isi scoate o tigara si o aprinde , incepand sa priveasca-n gol .&lt;br /&gt;Denis se apropie de ea si e intrigat de reactia pe care o are in toata nebunia asta .&lt;br /&gt;-Hei , ce s-a intamplat ? Fumezi ?&lt;br /&gt;-De sase ani , ma ascund destul de bine , nu ? Ma asteptam sa se intample asta. Urmez eu sau tu. Trebuia sa o lasam balta de la inceput , nu e de gluma cu ce se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , despre ce vorbesti ? intreaba Denis intrigat de seriozitatea si calmul de care ea da dovada .&lt;br /&gt;-Vorbesc despre ce o sa se intample . Acel C. Adam are legatura cu tot ce ni se intampla iar Bogdan si Dana sunt doar inceputul . Nu trebuia sa ne amestecam . Trebuia sa-l ascult pe Bogdan cand mi-a spus sa nu ma amestec in viata lui indiferent de ce o sa se intample . Parca stia ce o sa urmeze . Ce putem sa facem Denis? Spune , ce e de facut?&lt;br /&gt;Denis foarte linistit , se aseaza pe canapea in timp ce colegii de servici ii invadau casa . Politia , asistenti medicali , toti misunau prin casa in timp ce Sandra is savura tigara si dadea semne ca nu vrea sa fie intrerupta . Parca totul in jurul celor doi se misca cu incetinitorul , doar ei incercau sa-si dea seama ce se intampla si de ce .&lt;br /&gt;-Sefu , usa a fost fortata . Ati baut ceva inainte sa adormiti ? Sau eu stiu , ati mancat undeva ? intreaba Doru cu o oarecare retinere .&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , n-am baut si nici n-am mancat decat la sectie si dupa am venit aici . Crezi ca mi-au bagat ceva in mancare?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu cred . Sunt sigur! La cum arata usa sigur s-au trantit in ea , n-avea cum sa nu va treziti de la zgomot .&lt;br /&gt;-Stai! si se duce in fuga spre Sandra .&lt;br /&gt;-Tu ai baut din cafeaua facuta de Dana ?&lt;br /&gt;Speriata Sandra ii raspunde prompt .&lt;br /&gt;-Da , si tu ai baut din ea , inainte sa te bagi in pat , spuneai ca te doare capul .&lt;br /&gt;-Doru! Vino aici! Cafeaua , spune-le baietilor de la laborator sa ia monstre din cesti . Dana ne-a facut-o , dar cum a ajuns sa fie ea omorata? Sigur nu le-a convenit ceva .&lt;br /&gt;-Da sefu , Am inteles . Stati , trebuie sa va mai spun ceva . Baietii de la Moravuri au descoperit ca Dana asta a fost prinsa cu 4 ani in urma cu un traficant , Alessio B. si a luat 2 ani de puscarie , tipul a scapat basma curata iar ea i-a platit lui in loc , pentru ca , cu 3 luni in urma el a intrat in puscarie pentru  aceeasi treaba . Se pare ca nu mai avea cine sa ii plateasca in loc .&lt;br /&gt;-Mersi Doru. Ocupa-te de cafea si vezi ce e cu usa .&lt;br /&gt;Denis se aseaza inapoi pe canapea si se gandeste la ce i-a spus Doru si la ce s-a intamplat .&lt;br /&gt;"Daca Dana ne-a pus ceva in cafea inseamna ca noi eram tintele, si totusi Sandra de ce e asa de linistita ? S-a intamplat ceva si nu vrea sa-mi spuna ."&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica , se spala de sange , isi ia sacoul pe el , o saruta pe Sandra si da sa plece .&lt;br /&gt;-Am uitat , Sandra , pana dupa amiaza vreau sa ai bagajele facute , plecam de-aici .&lt;br /&gt;-De ce ? Unde vrei sa pleci ? intreaba Sandra simtindu-se incoltita .&lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa lucreze baietii sa-mi spuna ce s-a putut intampla aici . Mergem in alta parte . Punct!&lt;br /&gt;-Bine , vii dupa mine?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , o sa vin . Si pleaca spre sectia de politie .&lt;br /&gt;Sandra asteapta sa plece toata lumea si incepe sa isi faca bagajul dupa cum ii spusese Denis . Printre haine isi ascunde si un pistol si 2 fiole .&lt;br /&gt;"Trebuie sa scap , trebuie" , isi spuse in gand .&lt;br /&gt;Isi mai aprinde o tigara , se plimba prin casa si trece timpul . Pana cand ajunge Denis .&lt;br /&gt;-Ti-ai strans tot ? Putem pleca?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , asta-i tot . Spune-mi , ce au aflat baietii ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai , usa a fost fortata , nu au gasit amprente , dar au gasit niste fibre dintr-un material si le analizeaza . Cafeaua a fost punctul de reper. Dana ne-a pus somnifere amandurora , de asta n-am auzit nimic din ce s-a intamplat . Am analizat glontele gasit in corpul Danei si spre surprinderea noastra apartine unui pistol cu care s-a mai tras cu 4 ani in urma intr-un bar , pe cand Dana facea trafic de droguri . Seful ei , un anume Alessio B. , este inchis , dar credem ca are oameni in afara si asa au ajuns la ea . Dar inca mai incercam sa facem legaturi intre C. Adam si moartea lui Bogdan , si acum si moartea Danei .&lt;br /&gt;In mintea Sandrei se desfasura un intreg scenariu . Oare o sa scape in viata din toata povestea asta ?&lt;br /&gt;-Denis , dar unde ne putem ascunde ? Nu ma simt deloc in siguranta , mi-e frica de ce s-ar putea intampla .&lt;br /&gt;-Stai linistita , nu o sa se intample nimic. Ai incredere in mine si o sa fie bine .&lt;br /&gt;O strange in brate si o saruta pe frunte .&lt;br /&gt;"Off iubitule , daca ai sti cate o sa se intample" isi spuse ea in gand .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-7762538345818790512?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7762538345818790512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7762538345818790512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7762538345818790512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (5)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7426883852246149197</id><published>2010-07-19T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:44:06.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorm . Nu-mi pasa! (monolog)</title><content type='html'>Doar niste cuvinte mai am de spus : Hai du-te dracu'!&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc , :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-7426883852246149197?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7426883852246149197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/dorm-nu-mi-pasa-monolog.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7426883852246149197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7426883852246149197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/dorm-nu-mi-pasa-monolog.html' title='Dorm . 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(monolog)</title><content type='html'>a plecat .. din nou singura . dar ma simt mai bine . stiu ca acolo unde e , se gandeste la mine si face tot posibilul sa vina inapoi , asa cum ar fi trebuit sa fie . eu si el , amandoi , sub ignoranta celor din jurul nostru , sub perdeaua de minciuni care ne-o punem inainte , de fiecare data cand ne intalnim . el e bine asa , eu sunt multumita . mai mult nu mi-as dori .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt bine , chiar daca mai am cosmaruri din cand in cand , chiar daca mai suspin in somn , chiar daca zambesc cu ochii plini de lacrimi , am incercat sa depasesc momentul si sa-mi astept clipa de satisfactie . si-o sa-mi fie si mai bine dupa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"sub masca plina de ipocrizie se ascunde un suflet care plange "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6670018439978326979?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6670018439978326979/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/plec-noapte-buna-monolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6670018439978326979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6670018439978326979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/plec-noapte-buna-monolog.html' title='Plec , noapte buna ! 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(monolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TEAG3niZ2JI/AAAAAAAAAek/6zgVqed2eio/s1600/play22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TEAG3niZ2JI/AAAAAAAAAek/6zgVqed2eio/s400/play22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494399097967859858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TEAG3niZ2JI/AAAAAAAAAek/6zgVqed2eio/s1600/play22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soare , tu , ahh , ce mi-as mai putea dori ? dupa atatea zile in care simteam ca nu mai am scapare , ai aparut tu , si mi-ai readus zambetul pe buze . ai rabdare , esti intelegator si esti langa mine cand am nevoie , chiar daca mai are cineva nevoie de tine . ar trebui sa ma simt prost , dar nu o fac . ma simt bine pentru ca esti pentru mine . cadoul perfect pentru o vara perfecta! Da , pentru mine acum incepe vara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o saptamana in spital , una la tine . recuperarea perfecta nu crezi ?&lt;br /&gt;Da , pot zambi , pot sa spun ca acum mi-e bine . Sper sa ramana asa .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-3931670324301307394?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3931670324301307394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/mai-stai-stiu-ca-nu-iti-este-somn.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3931670324301307394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3931670324301307394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/mai-stai-stiu-ca-nu-iti-este-somn.html' title='Mai stai .. stiu ca nu iti este somn! 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(monolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"buna buna vrei sa facem schimb de guma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frate , te ador! deci asta-mi trebuia sa scap de tot . mersi .&lt;br /&gt;tu+vin+carti=:x&lt;br /&gt;daca nu esti tu(cel care mi-ai facut ultimele zile un cosmar) e altu (cel care m-a facut sa rad cu lacrimi , chestie de care imi era dor sincer) care m-ajuta!&lt;br /&gt;hai , fa-ma sa-mi aduc aminte cum ne-am jucat in ploaie , cum am mancat gheata , cum am baut amandoi , am plans pe umarul tau si-mi spuneai ca o sa fie bine . am sa rad si-am sa-ti spun ca sunt doar amintiri care , candva , o sa fie de folos. aici pentru tine , niciodata pentru mine .&lt;br /&gt;e timpul sa fiu si eu in prim plan , nu crezi ? eu spun ca da . EU si atat . (bine , de azi e si el prin peisaj )&lt;br /&gt;sa te vad .. cum defilezi .. cum o urmezi .. sa vad cum te face sa te simti , daca o sa ii zambesti la fel cum imi zambeai mie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai .. capu sus , pieptu inainte , fundu-napoi .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-2395237395401507127?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2395237395401507127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/lasa-somnul-hai-la-mine-monolog.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2395237395401507127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2395237395401507127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/lasa-somnul-hai-la-mine-monolog.html' title='Lasa somnul , hai la mine! (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6147744923786661287</id><published>2010-07-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:04:37.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu pot dormi . De ce? Azi nu . (monolog)</title><content type='html'>cand iti e lumea mai draga vine unu si-ti da in cap . da , asa mi s-a intamplat . dar o dau usor spre chill . faci ce vrei , ce te taie capu . dragul meu , draga mea , nu mananc oameni , nu am nimic si nici nu o sa am cu voi . am treburile mele .&lt;br /&gt;beau , imi e bine . sunt calma , in sfarsit . dupa 2 ore dormite in noaptea asta si vreo 5 pachete de servetele ma simt mai calma . n-o sa ma mai doara nimic . sunt sigura .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*e starea aia euforica , plina de nimic . esti gol dar te simti bine . stai relax pe o canapea , cu ochii in tavan si nu gandesti . nu faci nimic . esti calm .&lt;br /&gt;incerci sa te ridici , tremuri , esti scheletic , simti cum incet incet te lasa viata . esti un nimic pentru tine . calm iti pui un pahar , bei putin , tii paharul usor , mai mai ca-l scapi . te asezi incet inapoi pe canapea . ai vrea sa-ti aprinzi o tigara , fuck , e criza . n-ai . nu-i problema , bei in continuare cu pofta din pahar , iti lasi capul pe perna si gata .&lt;br /&gt;in 2 minute iti revii , sunt ok . sunt calma .&lt;br /&gt;azi nu vreau nimic .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6147744923786661287?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6147744923786661287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/nu-pot-dormi-de-ce-azi-nu-monolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6147744923786661287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6147744923786661287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/nu-pot-dormi-de-ce-azi-nu-monolog.html' title='Nu pot dormi . De ce? Azi nu . (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-8384503390630266725</id><published>2010-07-10T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:58:28.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau sa dorm , pot ? (monolog)</title><content type='html'>okei .&lt;br /&gt;nu dormi de 3 zile , nu-i nimic , ai avut parte si de mai rele (pana aici) , dar pe la 3 si oleaca incepe telefonul sa vibreze , sa fie ce ai asteptat ? un "imi cer scuze , n-am sa mai fac , vreau sa vorbim" ? in nici un caz , ai sperante mult prea mari . crezi ca vrea cineva asta ? no fuckin' way . deci vibreaza telefonul , te uiti , de fapt , incerci sa te uiti (ai ochii prea umflati de .. "ras") si ca sa vezi , da mah , el e , te bucuri prea mult pentru ce urmeaza . in mesaj niste chestii care in loc sa te faca sa zambesti , mai de-a dracu te fac sa plangi . inca unul . lasi totul balta .&lt;br /&gt;te-ai gandit la tine , la mine te-ai gandit ?&lt;br /&gt;las deoparte totul . ce-a fost frumos bag totul intr-un cufar , il inchid cu lacat si cheia ti-o dau tie . tu decizi cand o sa mai fie ceva si cand nu . eu am sa fiu aici , cand o sa ai nevoie de o scapare .&lt;br /&gt;o noapte intreaga mi-ai repetat ca o sa fie bine . uite ca pentru tine e . si crede-ma , sper asta din toata inima , chiar ai nevoie sa fie bine in viata ta .&lt;br /&gt;la 4 mai vibreaza odata . nu dormi , plangi , mdah , blah blah blah .. pareri de rau .. nu mai ajuta la nimic . faptul e consumat . tot timpul te-am iertat pentru tot , indiferent de ce a fost . ce te face sa crezi ca nu te iert acum ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*e timpul sa ma intorc la vechile obiceiuri . tigari , bautura si ura cat cuprinde . (razbunarea continua) . mai sunt multe de discutat , sper doar sa nu te trezesti la usa ta cu o individa care iti cerseste un zambet sau cel mult o imbratisare , care o sa-ti multumeasca si o sa plece cu ochii in lacrimi, pentru ca asa e invatata , si care o sa se faca disparuta , dar sa fie acolo langa tine fara sa stii .&lt;br /&gt;*pacat , incepea sa fie frumos . pentru prima oara in viata mea chiar nu-mi parea rau pentru ce-am facut . acum incepe sa doara a dracu de tare .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8384503390630266725?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8384503390630266725/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/vreau-sa-dorm-pot-monolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8384503390630266725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8384503390630266725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/vreau-sa-dorm-pot-monolog.html' title='Vreau sa dorm , pot ? (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-1113151072156018889</id><published>2010-07-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:49:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gata m-am trezit . (monolog)</title><content type='html'>crezand ca faci bine ceea ce faci te-ai aventurat ca idioata intr-o chestie care nu ti-a iesit .&lt;br /&gt;Surprizaaa! Am veniiit!&lt;br /&gt;cacat , nici macar nu ma vroia  in preajma lui . nici nu stiu de ce am facut-o . de ce te-ai dus sa-l vezi cand puteai bine mersi sa te duci acasa , sau eventual sa te mai plimbi .&lt;br /&gt;de ce faci lucruri de-astea? iti raspund eu , pentru ca vrei sa fie bine , pentru ca uiti de tine in speranta de a fi bine pentru toti .&lt;br /&gt;si uite cat de bine e . ai ramas mai mult decat singura , esti ignorata si lasata-n lume de toti , si pe langa asta nu mai ai nici un scop in viata inafara de cel de a te razbuna .&lt;br /&gt;crezi ca e bine ? tot eu iti raspund . nu , nu e bine . ei scapa basma curata , tu gresesti de fiecare data .&lt;br /&gt;te-ai trezit acum ? eu cred ca da .&lt;br /&gt;nu mai cauta daca nu esti dorita , nu te mai ingrijora daca nu esti vruta in preajma acelei persoane .&lt;br /&gt;suna ciudat , eu nu pot sa fac asta . de ce crezi ca in loc sa dorm noaptea eu ma gandesc la tot felul de tampenii ? pentru ca imi pasa . imi pasa mai mult decat trebuie .&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa fie bine . cand o sa fie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: serie de discutii cu mine , nu-ti plac , nu citi . daca te regasesti , da-mi sfaturi .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-1113151072156018889?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1113151072156018889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/gata-m-am-trezit-monolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/1113151072156018889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/1113151072156018889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/gata-m-am-trezit-monolog.html' title='Gata m-am trezit . (monolog)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-5059951896316117819</id><published>2010-07-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:09:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma trezesc singura , mersi . (monolog)</title><content type='html'>fa-ti griji , iti faci degeaba . esti o proasta . da , cum auzi , crezi ca lor le pasa ca tie ti-a murit nush cine , sau ca te dor toate oasele de nu te poti misca , sau ca plangi noptile in loc sa le dormi ? neaaah . fiecare are lucruri mai bune de facut decat sa-ti auda tie smiorcaielile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in fiecare zi dai peste oamenii de care nu erai despartita candva , oameni care acum fie ca-ti intorc spatele (ca deh , cum sa vorbeasca cu tine ? e cea mai mare rusine .. ) , fie ca iti spun un "buna , ce faci , pa" si cand pleaca fac diferite fete (gen "wtf? ce dracu mai vroia si asta") .&lt;br /&gt;*cei care au intrat in viata ta ceva mai tarziu , sunt cei care acum fie ca vrei sa ii ai langa tine tot timpul dar nu poti (prea ocupati dom'le pentru tine) , fie ca nu primesti reactiile pe care ar trebui sa le primesti de la ei .&lt;br /&gt;*sau sunt oamenii cu care ai vrea sa vorbesti , sa ii tii langa tine tot timpul , dar esti prea obosita sa mai lupti cu cei din jurul respectivilor . prieteni , cunostinte de-ale lor cu care nu poti concura , nu poti lupta . daca nu fac treaba ta , o completeaza si o completeaza a dracu de bine incat nu mai e nevoie sa mai faci tu ceva .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incet incet renunta la toate ideile astea cu care te-ai obisnuit , draga mea , pentru ca gandesti , crezi , faci , spui degeaba . multumeste-te cu ce ai , cu ce primesti . nu cere mai mult , poate ca o sa ramai fara tot .&lt;br /&gt;si-acu hai , trezeste-te . e o noua zi in care iti pierzi din curaj , dar treci mai departe . treci mai departe dar nu uiti .&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multumeste-te cu firimiturile , painea poate nu o sa o ai niciodata!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5059951896316117819?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5059951896316117819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/ma-trezesc-singura-mersi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5059951896316117819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5059951896316117819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/ma-trezesc-singura-mersi.html' title='Ma trezesc singura , mersi . 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Arata-mi ca-ti pasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5527348474197464746?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5527348474197464746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/pauza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5527348474197464746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5527348474197464746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/pauza.html' title='Pauza .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-5826556433051004887</id><published>2010-06-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:17:15.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Black .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inapoi la sufletul meu negru , plin de venin , plin de ura , plin de rau . Ma dor oasele , tremur din toate incheieturile , mor de dorul zilelor in care radeam cu pofta , simteam soarele , simteam binele . Vreau sa te chem langa mine , vreau sa te pun la o incercare . Ai putea rezista in fata unui om turbat de ura ? Ai reusi sa faci omul ala sa se intoarca la bine ? Sa fie fericit si sa zambeasca ? Te provoc! Incearca asta cu mine , vreau sa vad daca reusesti .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cea mai mare ipocrita si cea mai mare egoista , stiu . Imi spun asta in fiecare zi cand ma uit in nenorocita aia de oglinda care nu-mi arata decat o fiinta seaca , obosita , fara pic de viata si fara putin rosu in obraji . M-am saturat de mine , de cum am ajuns , de cum sunt .&lt;br /&gt;Din nou , la fel ca la inceputul verii trecute , am aceeasi etapa a vietii . Parca mi-e scrisa in frunte nenorocirea . Se apropie iulie , se apropie sfarsitul lunii iulie , se apropie "aniversarea" a 5 ani de cand am devenit cum ma vezi .&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am inceput tratamentul . Din nou , vesnicele calmante care ma mai tin intr-o anumita stare de normalitate , vesnicele tigari care ma ajuta sa-mi fumez trecutul si vesnicul amar care mi-l innec intr-un pahar de vin/bere/vodka .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt nebuna , sarita de pe fix , dementa . Spune-mi cum vrei .&lt;br /&gt;Dar incearca sa intelegi , nimic din ce vezi in jurul tau nu-i asa cum crezi . Stii cum e cand te izbesti de-un zid sau cand dai cu capu de-o usa/geam ? Eh , asa m-am izbit eu de realitate , brusc si fara sa constientizez ca asta e ceea ce trebuia sa vad de la inceput .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt sigura ca o sa incepi cu " Da , si ce mai vrea si nebuna asta ? Crede ca numai ea e suparata si trista ? " Vreau doar sa te uiti bine in jurul tau , sa iti numeri prietenii care-s langa tine si cei care or sa ramana langa tine si sa imi spui . Crede-ma la mine nu ies decat 2-3 la socoteala si aia trasi de par . Nu vreau sa ajungi ca mine . Invata sa nu mai crezi atat in oameni , invata sa crezi in tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5826556433051004887?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5826556433051004887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-black.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5826556433051004887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5826556433051004887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-black.html' title='Back To Black .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-3301447105886136595</id><published>2010-06-21T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:02:31.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19/20 iun 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TB-oB8dpyiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QMJFjbvxukk/s1600/h13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TB-lyclmSCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r34MnsbIL9o/s400/h10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485285157246486562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-3301447105886136595?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3301447105886136595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/1920-iun-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3301447105886136595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/3301447105886136595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/1920-iun-2010.html' title='19/20 iun 2010'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TB-oB8dpyiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QMJFjbvxukk/s72-c/h13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6712037712445669516</id><published>2010-06-18T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:29:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amintire .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TBtX4y6Cp8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/tMKFmiWNSIM/s1600/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TBtX4y6Cp8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/tMKFmiWNSIM/s320/Picture+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484073604503218114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TBtX4vdpyMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/guF8rDdCRVs/s1600/3+cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TBtX4vdpyMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/guF8rDdCRVs/s320/3+cp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484073603578841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Petty (aka Tanu) , nu mai e printre noi . A fost cel mai dragut si simpatic motan care l-am avut vreodata . De cand era doar un ghem de blana pana cand abia il mai dadeam jos de pe mine , a fost mereu preferatul meu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii cuminte acolo unde esti , pissii , :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6712037712445669516?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6712037712445669516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/amintire.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6712037712445669516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6712037712445669516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/amintire.html' title='amintire .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TBtX4y6Cp8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/tMKFmiWNSIM/s72-c/Picture+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7269279267998697472</id><published>2010-06-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:07:19.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimente , ai ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sentimente la cutie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ganduri puse sub lacat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea scrie doua saptamani despre toate tipurile de sentimente care m-au incercat in viata asta a mea (scurta pentru unii , mult prea lunga pentru mine) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu urasti ca atunci cand ai o zi buna , o ora buna sau chiar si un minut de bucurie , se trezeste cate unu (merge si femininul aici) care iti strica toata buna dispozitia . Cand simti ca simti ,cand iti dai seama ca nu esti sec , cand poti simti si altceva decat ura si frustrare , cand poti fi vesel , cand poti simti si bucurie , iti cade ceru-n cap . Poti trece repede peste asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii , era un vers "minte-ma , dar minte-ma frumos" , eh , asa se intampla si cu mine . Nu-mi vrei compania , fa-o frumos , nu-mi tranti in fata tot ce nu-ti convine , crede-ma as putea face o lista mai lunga decat ai facut-o tu . Dar , nesimtirea-i la ea acasa . Nu-mi pasa daca te simti . Ar fi bine sa o faci .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da , urasc . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urasc &lt;/span&gt;sa-mi pese atat de mult !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot fi langa tine fizic , dar ma gandesc la tine . Imi adun amintiri noaptea si in loc sa dorm , ma gandesc la cum era. Sa stii ca pot face si de-astea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pentru cei care nu inteleg nimic , sa stiti ca nu conteaza . Ma simt atat de rau , incat nici sa ma exprim nu pot . Vroiam sa impartasesc sentimentul asta urat , frustrarea pe care o simt , vroiam sa o simtiti si voi . Stiu ca ati patit . Stiu ca va regasiti undeva acolo , putin , dar va regasiti . Am vrut sa va pun pe ganduri . Vreau sa va ganditi ca exista un om undeva acolo , caruia ii pasa de voi mai mult decat ii pasa unei vechi cunostinte (prieten/a) . Este un om care se ascunde de frica sa nu fie ranit , sa nu fie luat in ras pentru ceea ce simte . Si da , o spun din propria experienta . Stiu cum e atunci cand esti luat peste picior pentru ceea ce simti , dar am invatat ca timpul e un bun prieten , ma pot baza pe el , stiu ca intr-o buna zi cineva o sa-si aduca aminte de tot ce am facut pentru prietenii mei , pentru tot ce am spus si am incercat sa-i invat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viata e un joc , daca nu joci dur , pierzi . Si asta am facut eu , am pierdut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca tu , cel ce citesti aberatia asta , sa fii un invingator .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa ai grija de cei ce simt , :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-7269279267998697472?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7269279267998697472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimente-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7269279267998697472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7269279267998697472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimente-ai.html' title='Sentimente , ai ?'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-168981599497387520</id><published>2010-06-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:28:10.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postare de Iunie .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se simte miros de vara , incet incet ma adun de pe cele 20 de mii de carari si ma duc acasa .&lt;br /&gt;Ai putea crede ca eram beata , dar nu eram . Eram aruncata pe cele 20 de mii de carari pentru ca nu stiam incotro sa ma duc , unde sa o iau mai departe .&lt;br /&gt;Speranta de a avea putin bine in viata e cam putina . E greu . Mi-e greu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa-mi pierd cumpatul , as putea face crize , as putea innebuni in 2 secunde si sa-mi revin in una singura .&lt;br /&gt;Pot zambi  , pot sa plang , pot sa alerg si sa urlu in acelasi timp .&lt;br /&gt;Pot fi ceea ce tu nu esti , pot fi ceea ce n-ai sa poti fi tu niciodata .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa ma adun si sa ma arunc in acelasi timp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu are sens nu ? Stiu .&lt;br /&gt;Asa e viata mea acum , fara sens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea : Iti place ?&lt;br /&gt;El : Daca zambesc , normal ca-mi place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi putut fi inca o seara frumoasa. Dar nu . Nu a fost sa fie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se anunta cateva saptamani incarcate . N-am sa mai fiu pe-aici mult timp . Stiu ca blog-ul asta nu e interesant , nu-ti place , ai vrea sa-l sterg dar uite ca nu am sa iti fac placerea asta . Inca mai am amintiri de asternut , ganduri de cules si zambete de starnit . Sandra si Denis or sa apara in curand , pozele or sa mai fie si ele , putine dar o sa fie . Eu inca mai respir deci e totul bine .&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu gasesti discutii filozofice sau nu stiu ce aberatii gandite la rece , nu te astepta la ele prea curand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da , imi e dor de vremea cand eram amandoua Anne , sunt aici sa te ajut oricand Bianca . Daca nu dau semne de viata nu inseamna ca am uitat de voi Ioana , Maddu . Iar tu Mircea , incearca sa fii tare . Esti baiat mare , te descurci .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multi cu care nu am mai vorbit , multi care n-au mai zambit cand ne-am intalnit . Multi care au uitat . Eu nu , nu-s asa . Cand o sa termin ce am de facut , am sa iti demostrez ca nu am uitat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragul meu , sunt aici .&lt;br /&gt;Oricand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-am plecat . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-168981599497387520?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/168981599497387520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/postare-de-iunie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/168981599497387520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/168981599497387520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/postare-de-iunie.html' title='Postare de Iunie .'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-92975404828140918</id><published>2010-05-30T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:03:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TAKaKKsqtxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QyzrhUUAKwc/s1600/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TAKaKKsqtxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QyzrhUUAKwc/s320/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477109596297017106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuvintele-s de prisos . Esti sora mea si a mea o sa ramai toata viata!&lt;br /&gt;Te ador , :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-92975404828140918?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/92975404828140918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/te-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/92975404828140918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/92975404828140918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/te-iubesc.html' title='Te iubesc;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/TAKaKKsqtxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QyzrhUUAKwc/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7657292957094877922</id><published>2010-05-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:51:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would you give me back my summer ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S_1Rak8tg9I/AAAAAAAAAag/DyklgEh9MPs/s1600/DSCF3987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: 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simt mai bine cand dupa o saptamana , doua chiar , ma cauti sa-mi spui ca ti-a fost dor de mine si ca vroiai sa vezi ce mai fac , cand realizezi ca sunt suparata si vrei sa ma imbunezi cu cateva zambete cum numai tu stii sa mi le arunci , cand vrei sa ma vezi , pentru ca pur si simplu simteai nevoia de ceva nou .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da , poti fi si bine , pot fi si rau .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week-end-ul asta e dedicat amintirilor , cat mai multe .. am sa le arunc intr-un pahar , o doza , un fum , si-am sa le petrec pe fiecare in parte . aici fraiere , te-am luat de mana , aici am baut impreuna , aici am stat de vorba , aici ne-am despartit , aici te-am intalnit dupa 4 luni  , aici ai aparut iar tu , marele cuceritor , vrei inapoi la mine , scuze mama , nu-mi convine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ha ha ha , ce-mi plac glumele mele .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saptamana obositoare , personaje vechi si noi , aceeasi eu , aceleasi probleme . dar imi e mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Revenge! 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='vara;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S--mg3RSWPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/tVdTCycY30s/s72-c/thinkin__bout_next_summer_by_ketroI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-2061248731254882596</id><published>2010-05-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:36:05.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coma;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu stiu ce-anume ma uita-n trecut...&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce ma incurca mai mult:&lt;br /&gt;De ce e crezul pe care ti-l pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Sau cuvinte ce nu le mai crezi.&lt;br /&gt;Simt acum sau simt ce-am simtit?&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma tulbura nu vad sa prind.&lt;br /&gt;Ce-a mai fost in acea zi demult?&lt;br /&gt;Sau a fost destul ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[am avut nevoie de 2 minute , unul sa mor&lt;br /&gt;iar celalalt sa ma readuci la viata . spune-mi tu om fara inima ,&lt;br /&gt;cel ce distrugi vieti , te simti bine cand ma privesti in ochi? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipseste-mi noaptea de cuvant&lt;br /&gt;Transpira-mi trupul si atat&lt;br /&gt;Complica-mi ingerii-n desfrau&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi fii tu-n asta noapte sfant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[te vreau inapoi , sa te simt langa mine ,&lt;br /&gt;stii inca ma mai bantuie parfumul tau . crezi ca-i corect?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa nu-mi ceri sa te iert&lt;br /&gt;c-ai uitat sa mai vii&lt;br /&gt;chiar de-ai vrea ce-a fost ieri&lt;br /&gt;nu mai poti sa reinvii&lt;br /&gt;credeai ca n-ai s-auzi&lt;br /&gt;asa ceva de la mine&lt;br /&gt;esti uimit!&lt;br /&gt;priveste inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;priveste prin mine!&lt;br /&gt;prin cearceaful curvelor tale&lt;br /&gt;si vezi de-unde se nasc uimirile tale...&lt;br /&gt;prea mult in iluzii mai sper&lt;br /&gt;sau uneori ma gandesc sa te iert&lt;br /&gt;dar ar fi si-asa mult prea mult&lt;br /&gt;am uitat ce insemni desi-nsemnai atat de mult&lt;br /&gt;desi o parte din mine ar  vrea sa tac&lt;br /&gt;nimic nu ma condamna pentru ceea ce fac&lt;br /&gt;nu incerca sa-mi spui ca e normal sa gresesti&lt;br /&gt;cand pe mine in ochi ai  uitat sa ma privesti*&lt;br /&gt;din cel mai de pret lucru al meu acum te vad ieftin si jos ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[du-te dracu']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raspund de-al meu pacat&lt;br /&gt;si nu-ncerca sa ma schimbi&lt;br /&gt;asa sunt eu, asa sunt eu&lt;br /&gt;lasa-ma acum, nu-ti face griji,&lt;br /&gt;nu m-ajuti cu nimic&lt;br /&gt;lasa-ma acum,&lt;br /&gt;am  ales ce-am ales,&lt;br /&gt;iar daca gresesc e o parte din mine ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nu incerca sa ma judeci ,&lt;br /&gt;da , sunt nebuna , isterica , egoista ,&lt;br /&gt;nesimtita , asa esti si tu .&lt;br /&gt;don't try to judge me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca azi este iar o zi&lt;br /&gt;pe care n-am ales-o noi&lt;br /&gt;beau cu fantome vii ,&lt;br /&gt;ganduri vechi si noi&lt;br /&gt;azi ma inchin si inchin cu venin&lt;br /&gt;un pahar pentru tot ce-a fost ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sunt aici , vrei si tu sa inchini cu mine? hai , incearca ,&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne spunem ce ne doare ,&lt;br /&gt;hai sa fim iar amandoua , sa ii calcam in picioare!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rog nu mă-ntreba&lt;br /&gt;Să nu mă crezi nebun&lt;br /&gt;Ia-mi haina să nu-ngheţi&lt;br /&gt;De-oi fi să cad, să cad la drum&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Cenuşă-n pieptul tău&lt;br /&gt;Rugină pe obraz&lt;br /&gt;Ai plîns în drum mereu&lt;br /&gt;Adînci cărări pe chip ţi-au rămas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hai , vino]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O palm-ntinsa pentru noi&lt;br /&gt;Cerseste-o soarta l-amandoi&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;La colt de strada&lt;br /&gt;Atat de singura ai stat&lt;br /&gt;Stiu nu e nimeni,&lt;br /&gt;nimeni nu e vinovat ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[inca-mi cersesc soarta ,&lt;br /&gt;ai putea sa ma ajuti sa-mi recapat zambetul ?&lt;br /&gt;nici daca te rog frumos?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;later edit : alternosfera;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7676724142436468346-2061248731254882596?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2061248731254882596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/coma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2061248731254882596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/2061248731254882596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/coma.html' title='coma;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-8929978929860691555</id><published>2010-05-08T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:08:07.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bine;</title><content type='html'>Sunt bine , da , dupa atata timp in care am plans , in care mi-am rememorat greselile , sunt bine . Pot zambi! Da , pot face asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHbA0Ork-AI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHbA0Ork-AI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-8929978929860691555?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8929978929860691555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/bine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8929978929860691555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/8929978929860691555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/bine.html' title='bine;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-6863641508380061258</id><published>2010-05-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:06:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>putin din ce-a fost , mult din ce va fi;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S978mrDiITI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lbPghKr03kU/s1600/m3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S978mrDiITI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lbPghKr03kU/s320/m3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467084738997133618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Si multe sensuri noi pe chipul hasurat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi ascund pivirea de cei ca tine , nu suport sa te vad langa mine doar de fatada . Decat asa , mai bine fara .&lt;br /&gt;Mai e putin timp pentru voi , si o sa va fie dor . Mi-as dori sa uitati ca v-am fost prietena , sa ma ignorati si sa treceti mai departe ca si cum nu m-ati cunoaste .&lt;br /&gt;Am fost :&lt;br /&gt;- langa tine oricand ,&lt;br /&gt;- am incercat sa te ajut oricand ,&lt;br /&gt;- ti-am aratat cum e sa lasi sentimente deoparte pentru o prietenie ,&lt;br /&gt;- lasata pe langa de fiecare data cand va intalneati ,&lt;br /&gt;- v-am aratat prietenie , iubire ,&lt;br /&gt;- am incercat sa va arat partea frumoasa a vietii , de fiecare data cand ati avut nevoie ,&lt;br /&gt;- am zambit calcandu-mi pe inima atunci cand erati indragostiti ,&lt;br /&gt;- acolo cand plangeai din tampenii si iti spuneam "o sa fie bine" ,&lt;br /&gt;- "Gasesc 10 mai buni ca tine " , macar am incercat sa va ajut sa treceti peste clipe nasoale .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc :&lt;br /&gt;- sa fiu aici oricand pentru voi .&lt;br /&gt;- sa zambesc atunci cand va vad impreuna .&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu mai am prietene/i (mi-e bine singura)&lt;br /&gt;- sa profit de timpul ramas pentru a va arata ca ati gresit .&lt;br /&gt;- sa fiu bine , atunci cand imi e rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi :&lt;br /&gt;- a dracu de proasta cand vine vorba de alegerea prietenilor .&lt;br /&gt;- incredibil de egoista cand va veni vremea sentimentelor .&lt;br /&gt;- extrem de nesimtita la prostia celor din jur .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca nu e cum zic eu , poate e cum spuneti voi . Dar nu va pasa si n-o sa va pese mult timp de-acum inainte . Fiti indiferenti , eu n-am sa fiu . Fiti ignoranti , eu n-am sa fiu . Nu te apropia de mine doar daca te simti in postarea asta . Te doare? sa te doara . Pe mine inca ma doare , si stiu ca nu-ti pasa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ziceai , daca o sa plec , o sa-ti fie dor de mine? Nu cred.&lt;br /&gt;Am sa iau pozele , colajele , gandurile si vorbele voastre cu mine , macar atat sa-mi ramana daca voi nu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpsVJXFY6F0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpsVJXFY6F0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-6863641508380061258?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6863641508380061258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/putin-din-ce-fost-mult-din-ce-va-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6863641508380061258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/6863641508380061258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/putin-din-ce-fost-mult-din-ce-va-fi.html' title='putin din ce-a fost , mult din ce va fi;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S978mrDiITI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lbPghKr03kU/s72-c/m3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-2423954870127223600</id><published>2010-05-02T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:58:11.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e primavara;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S91oyeiBHLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tqPPEkbmbwQ/s1600/m10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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(4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denis , odata ajuns la motel , ramane surprins de apropierea dintre cele doua.&lt;br /&gt;-Hei , sunteti bine?&lt;br /&gt;-Denis , ai venit? intreba mirata Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;-Da , am venit. Credeai ca te las de izbeliste Sandra? Revino-ti!&lt;br /&gt;-Imi pare rau . Ai aflat ceva in legatura cu cei doi de azi?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , se pare ca erau garzile de corp ale unui anume C. Adam. Iar Bogdan .. Bogdan ii era partener de afaceri .In plus , am dat si peste o prietena de-a lui Bogdan , o anume Adina G. Stia de tine , de Dana , de Andrei. Erau prieteni buni , cel putin asa spunea ea.&lt;br /&gt;- Adina , imi pare cunoscut numele . Cum ai dat de ea? intreaba suspicioasa Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;-In buzunarul unuia dintre tipi , am gasit o cutie de chibrituri . Era de la Empire Hotel . Am decis sa mergem acolo , poate aflam ceva. Si ne-a intampinat ea , e receptionista .&lt;br /&gt;-Da , acum imi aduc aminte , spuse Sandra. Bogdan m-a avertizat. Eram la ziua lui Andrei cu un an in urma , inainte sa te cunoasca pe tine , ii spuse Danei . Era si ea pe acolo . Au vorbit cam 20 de min si apoi a plecat nervoasa. Bogdan mi-a spus ca e doar geloasa , dar acum cateva saptamani si-a adus aminte de ea din senin , mi-a spus sa ma feresc de ea , ca e periculoasa si ar putea sa-mi faca rau. Dar nu inteleg , ea spune ca erau prieteni buni?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , ea asa mi-a spus . E ceva aiurea aici , trebuie sa aflu ce anume.&lt;br /&gt;Dana le arunca priviri de foc . Denis banuia ca era ceva in neregula cu ea , banuia ca are legatura cu moartea lui Bogdan . Dar pentru orice eventualitate , i-a luat pistolul pe care i-l daduse in sectia de politie.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa doua zile zbuciumate , Sandra se mai linistise iar Denis isi relua munca.&lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa fim tari , orice ar fi trebuie sa trecem peste toate!&lt;br /&gt;-Impreuna Denis , impreuna vom reusi.&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , sper sa nu te superi pe mine , dar vreau sa te intreb ceva.&lt;br /&gt;-Spune dragul meu .&lt;br /&gt;-Ai vorbit cu Dana ? Ce stii despre ea?&lt;br /&gt;-Am vorbit despre Bogdan , despre cum s-au cunoscut , despre cum au petrecut timpul impreuna . Nimic special . De ce intrebi?&lt;br /&gt;-Stii , am o presimtire in legatura cu ea . Cred ca are de-a face cu moartea lui Bogdan . Prea le stie pe toate si nu pare asa de afectata de ceea ce se intampla , nu asa cum esti tu. Am inceput sa o cercetez , dar sper sa nu fie adevarat ceea ce banuiesc.&lt;br /&gt;-Am simtit si eu putina raceala din partea ei , dar pana la a fi implicata in moartea unui om , nu stiu , mi se pare deplasat.&lt;br /&gt;-O sa fie totul bine .&lt;br /&gt;-Asa-i . O sa fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata , Denis era in drum spre bucatarie si observa ca usa Danei era intredeschisa. Impinge usa si o striga:&lt;br /&gt;-Dana! Dana te-ai trezit? Danaaa!&lt;br /&gt;In camera liniste , haine pe jos , pe pat dezordine . 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(4)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-8697733577514084903</id><published>2010-04-20T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:35:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce-i asta? întreaba mirata Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;- E spre binele tau , ai încredere în mine?&lt;br /&gt;- Am încredere în tine . Sper ca faci bine ceea ce faci .&lt;br /&gt;Si ofteaza. Denis o ia de mâna si o saruta. Sandra încearca sa-l respinga dar nu poate , ceva nu o lasa sa faca asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ajunsi în fata sediului politiei , Sandra se da jos din masina cu Denis în spatele ei iar in fata lor erau ofiterul si Dana .&lt;br /&gt;- Va rog , luati loc si asteptati doua minute. Trimit pe cineva sa va cheme când trebuie sa dati declaratia .&lt;br /&gt;Cele doua iau cate un scaun , se aseaza dar în acelasi timp în sediu intra doi tipi bine facuti , pusi la patru ace cu câte o valiza în mâna. Denis nu-i baga în seama si se duce în biroul lui cu gândul de a încerca sa-i explice Sandrei ce s-a întamplat cu Bogdan si ce-o sa se întample de-acum încolo. Dana devine din ce în ce mai agitata iar Sandra nu se mai oprea din plâns. Cei doi tipi , se duc în biroul lui Denis , deschid valizele si scot din ele doua pistoale. Acestia încep sa-l ameninte pe Denis .&lt;br /&gt;- Ai patru ore sa închizi cazul lui Bogdan N. , m-ai înteles? tipa unul din ei .&lt;br /&gt;- Dar trebuie sa-i gasesc ucigasul , cine va credeti de veniti si ma amenintati în propria-mi sectie?&lt;br /&gt;Când l-au auzit pe Denis acestia au început sa darâme biroul si dosarele de pe el , i-au pus pistolul la tâmpla lui Denis si l-au amenintat ca il vor omorâ . Sandra tragea cu ochiul la ce se întâmpla în birou când a vazut ce se întampla a deschis încet usa si i-a împuscat pe cei doi . Denis a luat-o în brate .&lt;br /&gt;-Îti jur , asta nu se termina asa . Linisteste-te . Gata , s-a terminat .&lt;br /&gt;Sandra plângea , nu se putea opri . Dana ramasese socata de cele întâmplate .&lt;br /&gt;Ofiterii din sectie încercau sa-si explice ce s-a intamplat , cum s-a putut intampla asa ceva  cu ei acolo .&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra , incearca sa te linistesti , trebuie sa vorbim .&lt;br /&gt;-Denis , nu puteam . N-am putut sa-i las sa-ti faca rau . De ce mie ? De ce tocmai eu ?&lt;br /&gt;In cateva ore s-au linistit toti , curatenie , toti ofiterii erau la posturile lor , aceleasi arestari , aceleasi plangeri , doar ca de data asta ceva era in plus . In biroul lui Denis erau trase jaluzelele . Dana era acolo , incerca sa isi revina din soc , Sandra privea in gol iar Denis incerca sa-si dea seama ce s-a intamplat .&lt;br /&gt;-Dana , spune-mi despre Bogdan , cine era cand era cu tine? Am nevoie si de cel mai mic detaliu , crede-ma . Ajuta-ma te rog .&lt;br /&gt;-Bogdan , Bogdan era cel mai tandru , cel mai atent si cel mai frumos baiat pe care l-am cunoscut . Intotdeauna era atent cu mine . Ne plimbam , mergeam prin restaurante . Pana intr-o zi , cand a venit la mine doar sa doarma , spunea ca e obosit , ca nu i-a iesit o afacere si ca trebuie sa stea cateva zile la mine , credea el ca e mai bine asa.&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra stiai de asta ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , stiam ca trebuie sa plece in tara , are niste treburi de rezolvat cu Andrei. Atat , nimic altceva! Ce poate fi? Ce s-ar fi putut intampla Denis?&lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa vorbim cu Andrei si sa ii dau de urma sefului astora doi. Sandra stai calma , nu se va intampla nimic , incearca sa o linisteasca Denis.&lt;br /&gt;-De asta mi-ai pus pistolul in geanta? Stiai ca se va intampla asa? Raspunde-mi Denis , raspunde-mi!!&lt;br /&gt;-Nu de asta , eram sigur ca se va intampla ceva asemanator , dar nu aici , nu in propria-mi sectie de politie. Sunt sigur ca Bogdan nu era asa de cuminte precum parea. Trebuie sa plec Sandra , am sa te sun cat mai curand. Du-te la motel si ne vedem in seara asta. Am sa sun sa-ti pregateasca o camera.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu plec pana nu-mi spui banuielile tale , te implor. Si in plus , imi este frica sa ma duc singura.&lt;br /&gt;-Du-te cu Dana , amandoua sunteti speriate si cu ocazia asta puteti sa mai explicati una alteia ce si cum s-a intamplat. Ai incredere in mine , te rog.&lt;br /&gt;-Doar daca vrea ea , eu vreau sa lamuresc treburile intre noi , spuse cu regret Dana.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine , atunci ne vedem diseara.&lt;br /&gt;Au plecat amandoua cu masina politiei , cu cate un pistol in geanta pentru orice eventualitate , cu frica in san si speranta de a se face dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;Denis incerca sa dea de Andrei , prietenul lui Bogdan dar in zadar .&lt;br /&gt;-Cautati tot ce se poate despre Andrei G. trebuie sa gasim ceva , trebuie. Iar indivizii aia doi , aveau acte la ei ? Stie careva?&lt;br /&gt;-Sefu , nu aveau nici unul acte , dar am gasit in buzunarul unuia o cutie de chibrituri "Emipre Hotel" . Deci trebuie sa aiba legatura , cred eu .&lt;br /&gt;-Crezi bine Stefane , crezi bine . Hai cu mine si ia-l si pe Doru . Sa trecem la treaba!&lt;br /&gt;In urmatoarele 20 de minute erau in fata hotelului Emipre , au intrat , s-au dus la receptie si incercau sa afle cat mai multe despre cei doi morti.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna ziua , de la Politia Nationala suntem , avem cateva intrebari pentru dumneavoastra , se poate?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , sigur , foarte amabila domnisoara receptionera.&lt;br /&gt;-Numele si prenumele va rog.&lt;br /&gt;-Adina G.&lt;br /&gt;-Lucrati de mult timp aici? intreaba Denis foarte calm.&lt;br /&gt;-De aproximativ un an si 2 luni. Dar ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisoara , il recunoasteti pe vreo unul din cei doi? si ii intinde doua fotografii cu cei doi din sectie.&lt;br /&gt;-Pe tipul asta il stiu , e garda de corp a domnului Adam.&lt;br /&gt;-Ati putea sa-mi dati niste detalii despre acest domn Adam?&lt;br /&gt;-Sta in hotelul nostru de 2 saptamani , e client fidel. De cand sunt eu aici , vine cam o data pe luna si sta cate 2-3 saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;-Cunoasteti un anume Bogdan N.?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , era prietenul domnului Adam. Venea odata cu el , pleca odata cu el. Dar de data asta nu a mai venit.&lt;br /&gt;-E mort , de asta nu a mai venit! ii spuse Denis.&lt;br /&gt;-Poftim? Cand , cum ? Ce s-a intamplat? Nu pot sa cred!! si a inceput sa planga .&lt;br /&gt;Denis a ramas masca.&lt;br /&gt;-Va rog sa va calmati , de ce plangeti? Aveati vreo legatura cu Bogdan?&lt;br /&gt;-Imi era prieten , de fiecare data cand venea aici , ieseam la cafea si ne povesteam unul altuia pataniile , imi spunea de Sandra si de cat de mult o iubeste , imi povestea de Dana si de Andrei ca ii sunt prieteni foarte buni. Dar nu inteleg cine ar fi putut sa faca asa ceva! Cum s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;-A fost impuscat in cap , pe scarile unui bloc.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu pot sa cred. si continua sa planga.&lt;br /&gt;-Ati putea sa-mi spuneti va rog numarul apartamentului domnului Adam?&lt;br /&gt;-Sigur , 221.&lt;br /&gt;-Multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;Denis o lasa pe aceasta Adina cu Doru , il ia pe Stefan si se urca in lift. Ajunsi in fata apartamentului lui Adam dau peste doua gorile (garzi de corp) , se uita unul la altul si incep sa vorbeasca.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna ziua , de la Politia Nationala suntem . Am vrea sa vorbim cu domnul Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre cei doi de la usa ,intra in apartament . Se aude o mica discutie , si iese.&lt;br /&gt;-Puteti intra , spuse pe un ton foarte aspru.&lt;br /&gt;-Multumim , raspunse Denis.&lt;br /&gt;Intra , urmat de Stefan , amandoi foarte suspiciosi , cu o mica retinere , fac cativa pasi pana in sufragerie.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna ziua domnilor , ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;-Dumneavoastra trebuie sa fiti domnul Adam ,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , asa e , raspunse un domn trecut de 50 de ani , cu un zambet oarecum ironic , bine facut si cu putin par alb.&lt;br /&gt;-Vroiam sa va punem niste intrebari in legatura cu un anume Bogdan N. Ce-ati putea sa ne spuneti despre el?&lt;br /&gt;-Bogdan , e un foarte bun prieten , de ce ? ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;-A fost asasinat pe scarile unui bloc. Stiti ceva despre asta?&lt;br /&gt;-Cum? Nu pot sa cred. Bogdan? Omorat? De asta nu-mi raspundea la telefon!&lt;br /&gt;-Iar in legatura cu cei doi fosti body-guarzi ai dumneavoastra , ce-ati putea sa-mi spuneti?&lt;br /&gt;-Fosti body-guarzi? Nu inteleg!&lt;br /&gt;-Acestia doi nu lucrau pentru dumneavoastra?&lt;br /&gt;-Ba da , dar nu mai lucreaza de 2 saptamani!&lt;br /&gt;-De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;-Au facut niste afaceri in afara job-ului si i-am dat afara!&lt;br /&gt;-Ahha , ce afaceri?&lt;br /&gt;-N-as putea sa va spun exact , stiu doar ca nu erau curati. Daca asta e tot , va rog sa plecati , am putina treaba!&lt;br /&gt;-Ahha , la revedere.&lt;br /&gt;Au iesit , au coborat , Doru inca mai era cu receptionista.&lt;br /&gt;-Se pare ca cei doi aveau alte afaceri , probabil au legatura cu moartea lui Bogdan. Hai inapoi la sectie.&lt;br /&gt;-Va multumim domnisoara , tinem legatura.&lt;br /&gt;-La revedere.&lt;br /&gt;In drum spre sectie , Denis o suna pe Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna , ai ajuns la motel?&lt;br /&gt;-Da , sunt cu Dana , povestim. Vii?&lt;br /&gt;-Ajung intr-o ora.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine , ai grija de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Si tu , voi!&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp Sandra statea cu Dana in camera de motel. Acestea isi povesteau cate putin din viata si din viata cu Bogdan.&lt;br /&gt;-Imi pare rau , sincer , probabil nu trebuia sa reactionez asa atunci , trebuia sa fiu calma si sa va ascult pe amandoi , daca te ascultam si pe tine probabil era altfel acum. spuse cu regret Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;-Asta este de-acum nu avem ce sa mai facem , s-a intamplat , odata si odata trebuia sa se intample , dar nu inteleg de ce a trebuit sa moara . Nu pot sa imi dau seama. si Dana incepe sa planga.&lt;br /&gt;-O sa aflam in curand . 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S5QA_l5hxcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Nf6grhrBGjE/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445978941902931394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S5QA_WUpRYI/AAAAAAAAASI/v-gZm2pqFno/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S5QA_WUpRYI/AAAAAAAAASI/v-gZm2pqFno/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445978937721701762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la multi ani fetelor; &lt;br /&gt;asa-mi pot exprima mai bine sentimentele;&lt;br /&gt;:xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-954937385346234818?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/954937385346234818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/954937385346234818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/954937385346234818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie.html' title='8 martie;'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S5QA_l5hxcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Nf6grhrBGjE/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-5374160024254355933</id><published>2010-03-03T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:20:25.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><title type='text'>light;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S45iCYSmXnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K4E2Q5ZIvXA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html"&gt;Partea 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un moment in camera nu se auzea decat respiratia lor . Sandra se ridica usor si-l saruta pe frunte , Denis ii zambeste .&lt;br /&gt;- Nu cred ca-i bine sa continuam , ii spune el .&lt;br /&gt;- Dar .. imi pare rau , spune ea oftand .&lt;br /&gt;- E bine . Stai linistita . Ar fi bine sa dormi , esti destul de obosita .&lt;br /&gt;- Da , ai dreptate .&lt;br /&gt;- Hai , noapte buna. Si-o saruta .&lt;br /&gt;Sandra ii zambeste si se agata de bratele lui mari , incercand astfel sa se protejeze de cosmarurile care stia ca or sa o impanzeasca .&lt;br /&gt;Au dormit asa pana dimineata cand Denis trezindu-se se imbraca si se pregateste sa iasa pe usa . Sandra se trezeste cu zambetul pe buze .&lt;br /&gt;- Hei , pleci fara sa-mi spui "neata" ?&lt;br /&gt;- Neata somnoroas-o!&lt;br /&gt;- Pleci?&lt;br /&gt;- Da , am niste treburi de rezolvat , dar daca vrei ne vedem peste trei ore la restaurantul de care ti-am spus .&lt;br /&gt;- Eu cred ca am sa-mi fac bagajul , spuse Sandra .&lt;br /&gt;- Te intorci la el ?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu . Ma intorc sa-mi iau ce-i al meu . Lasa-mi numarul tau .&lt;br /&gt;Denis ii lasa numarul , o saruta si pleaca . Sandra se ridica din pat , trage perdeaua si vede ca soarele ii zambeste .&lt;br /&gt;- A sosit timpul meu Bogdane , si incepe sa rada .&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o ora , preda cheile , se urca in masina si porneste spre oras . Ajungand in fata blocului vede un grup de oameni adunati in jurul unui tip care zacea pe scarile blocului . Uitandu-se atent isi da seama ca era Bogdan . El zacea pe scari cu un glonte in cap .&lt;br /&gt;- Sunati careva la politie , nu stati asa , incepand sa planga . Bogdaaaan , nu , nu!! Raspunde-mi , Bogdan te roog!&lt;br /&gt;In 5 minute apar si echipajele de politie si ambulanta , Sandra inca mai tipa la Bogdan sa se trezeasca . Nu avea nici un sens . Cine ar fi putut sa faca asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Politistii au asigurat zona , ambulanta a ridicat cadavrul dar Sandra inca mai statea pe scari plangand si plina de sange.&lt;br /&gt;- Doamna , il cunosteati pe decedat? o intreaba discret un politist .&lt;br /&gt;- Da , pana ieri era logodnicul meu , ii raspunse ea printre lacrimi .&lt;br /&gt;- Pana ieri ? Ce s-a intamplat ?&lt;br /&gt;- Imi dati 10 minute sa imi revin ? Va rog frumos , si incepe iar sa planga .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine , va aduc un pahar cu apa ? , intreaba el amabil .&lt;br /&gt;- Nu , multumesc . Pot intra in casa?&lt;br /&gt;- Da , intrati .&lt;br /&gt;Politistul o ajuta sa intre in apartament , ii aduce un pahar cu apa si incearca sa o linisteasca . In momentul acela intra Dana . Sandra se ridica .&lt;br /&gt;- Ce cauti aici? Iesi afaraaaa! si incepe sa tipe .&lt;br /&gt;- Doamna , doamna linistiti-va! spuse politistul .&lt;br /&gt;- Ce s-a intamplat cu Bogdan ? Unde e ? Ce-i cu sangele acela pe scari ? Ce i-ai  facut? tipa Dana .&lt;br /&gt;- Bogdan , Bogdan a murit! Cineva l-a impuscat! spuse Sandra printre lacrimi .&lt;br /&gt;- Nuuuu , nu el . Nu se poate asa ceva .&lt;br /&gt;Politistul ramane uimit , incearca sa le linisteasca dar nu reuseste . Amandoua tipau una la alta , plangeau , mai aveau putin si se luau la bataie .&lt;br /&gt;- Doamnelor , va rog sa veniti cu mine la sectie . Trebuie sa va iau cate o declaratie . Imi pare rau , spuse politistul .&lt;br /&gt;Le ia pe rand de brat si ies afara . In fata blocului apare Denis . Sandra i se arunca in brate .&lt;br /&gt;- Denis , a murit . Bogdan a murit . Cineva l-a omorat!&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra ce-i cu tine aici ? ramase Denis uimit .&lt;br /&gt;- Sefu' , doamna trebuie sa mearga la sectie , trebuie sa dea declaratie .&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai inteleg nimic , "sefu' " , de cand ? Tu ce cauti aici ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra o sa-ti explic totul la sectie , hai sa mergem .&lt;br /&gt;O ia de brat si o urca in masina .&lt;br /&gt;- Ia-o pe domnisoara si veniti la sectie . Ai inteles? se rasti Denis la politist .&lt;br /&gt;- Da sefu` , am inteles .&lt;br /&gt;Denis se urca in masina , o priveste pe Sandra si porneste . La 20 de metrii de sectie opreste masina .&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra , raspunde-mi sincer . Tu ai facut-o ? Tu l-ai omorat? o intreaba discret .&lt;br /&gt;- Cum poti sa spui asa ceva ? Niciodata n-as putea sa fac asta , indiferent de cat rau mi-ar fi facut , nu as putea .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine . Atat am vrut sa stiu . Ai incredere in mine , si-i baga un pistol in geanta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. va urma ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-5584730258722743030?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5584730258722743030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5584730258722743030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/5584730258722743030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ? (2)'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-7107197188716677043</id><published>2010-02-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:10:03.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><title type='text'>back to work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S4VrXNDbcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/82UdPgjtd28/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S4VrXNDbcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/82UdPgjtd28/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441873771132317938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-7107197188716677043?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7107197188716677043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7107197188716677043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/7107197188716677043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-work.html' title='back to work!'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilPKvkfYSR4/S4VrXNDbcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/82UdPgjtd28/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-1004943358777293729</id><published>2010-02-23T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:34:37.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-2.html"&gt;Partea 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-3.html"&gt;Partea 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-4.html"&gt;Partea 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-5_20.html"&gt;Partea 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar-6.html"&gt;Partea 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ei hai , cat mai incolo si incoace . Ar fi bine sa-ti iei taratura si sa pleci , n-am chef sa va mai vad .&lt;br /&gt;Si a inchis usa si-a plecat . A pornit masina , se uita in geanta sa vada daca si-a luat agenda cand Bogdan se apuca de tipat in gura mare ca ii pare rau .&lt;br /&gt;- Te implooor , asculta-ma . 5 minute , atat!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok . Poti sa incepi , uitandu-se la ceas.&lt;br /&gt;- Stii nu-i ceea ce crezi , am cunoscut-o ieri la Andu si s-a tinut dupa mine . Credeam ca doar asa pot scapa de ea . Sandra tu esti baza , pe tine te vreau . Ea e un nimic!&lt;br /&gt;In clipa aceea , iese Dana aka Taratura , s-a schimbat la fata cand l-a auzit pe Bogdan si a inceput si ea sa tipe .&lt;br /&gt;- Cuum ? Dupa jumatate de an in care te-am suportat , in care ti-am facut toate mofturile , acum sunt un nimic? Si ne-am cunoscut ieri la Andu? Nu ne-am cunoscut la aniversarea Dariei acum fix jumatate de an? Nenorocitule!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ehhe , se schimba treaba aici dragule . Juma' de an spui , a? Bine Bogdane , tu ti-ai facut-o cu mana ta! Tanteste portiera si pleaca .&lt;br /&gt;Bogdan ramane cu ochii dupa masina , in timp ce Dana tipa la el . Se retrage incet incet in apartament , bineinteles cu Dana in spatele lui , aceasta cerandu-i explicatii.&lt;br /&gt;- Stii , vroiam sa ma casatoresc cu ea!&lt;br /&gt;Dana ramane uimita .&lt;br /&gt;- Ce vroiai sa faci ? Cum poti sa-mi spui asta asa senin? Cum ai putut sa-mi faci asa ceva? Esti un ipocrit!&lt;br /&gt;Isi ia hainele si pleaca trantind usa dupa ea .&lt;br /&gt;Sandra , in graba in care a plecat , a uitat sa ia cheile de la apartament asa ca opreste la un motel , la care se cazeaza o noapte . Pe hol da peste un anume Denis , din pura intamplare . El amabil se baga in seama , ii vorbeste frumos si arata un oarecare interes . Sandra fiind mult prea obosita si dezamagita de tot ce se petrecuse cu 3-4 ore in urma , nu-l prea baga in seama .&lt;br /&gt;- Stai , vrei sa te ajut cu geanta?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh , nu multumesc . Ma descurc.&lt;br /&gt;- Bine . Te opresti in noaptea asta aici? Stiu un restaurant foarte bun aici si e chiar foarte aproape . Asta daca vrei sa mananci ceva .&lt;br /&gt;- Mersi , dar nu prea am pofta de mancare .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine , daca vrei sa stii ceva despre imprejurimi , te pot ajuta . Vin foarte des aici .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine , am sa te caut .&lt;br /&gt;- Sunt Denis , imi pare bine .&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra .&lt;br /&gt;- Ei bine Sandra , ma gasesti la 223 . Sa ai o seara placuta .&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc . La fel .&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o mica pauza , ia o gura de aer si-si spune in gand ca poate sa treaca peste asta .&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge in camera , isi lasa geanta pe masa , cheile de la masina si paltonul . Se aseaza pe pat si incepe sa planga .&lt;br /&gt;- Ti-am oferit totul , mi-as fi dat si viata . In toti cei 3 ani de cand suntem impreuna am crezut ca te cunosc , am crezut ca te-ai schimbat . Cat m-ai mintit idiotule ? Cat? Cate ai mai avut si mi le-ai ascuns? Cate? Ipocritule! Lasa Bogdane , o sa plangi cu lacrimi de sange pentru tot ce mi-ai facut. Iti jur!&lt;br /&gt;Isi sterge lacrimile , se ridica si se indreapta spre baie . Terminase dusul cand a batut cineva la usa . Deschide usa , si ramane uimita . Denis era cu bratele pline de bomboane , ciocolata si inghetata .&lt;br /&gt;- Ce-i cu tine aici? , intreaba Sandra razand .&lt;br /&gt;- Pai cand ne-am intalnit in hol pareai suparata si stiu ca cele mai bune remedii impotriva supararii sunt dulciurile , asa ca iata-ma aici .&lt;br /&gt;- Da , dar de unde ai stiut in ce camera sunt?&lt;br /&gt;- Daca vin des pe aici am diferite avantaje , spuse Denis zambind .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine , nu cred ca-i frumos sa te tin la usa . Intra!&lt;br /&gt;Denis se chinuie sa intre pe usa , ceea ce ii era cam greu din cauza bratelor pline de dulciuri . Reuseste intr-un final sa intre , lasa toate pe masa si se aseaza pe pat . Ii face semn Sandrei sa se aseze si ea , dar Sandra ezita .&lt;br /&gt;- Hai , nu te mananc . Eventual daca imi e foarte foame o sa termin dulciurile si o sa ramai suparata .&lt;br /&gt;- Ei bine , asa sa faci , si incepe sa rada.&lt;br /&gt;Se aseaza langa el pe pat , dar la cat era de obosita isi lasa capul pe umarul lui , Denis o strange in brate dar ea incepe sa planga , din nou .&lt;br /&gt;- Poti sa iubesti si sa urasti in acelasi timp? il intreba printre suspine .&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ca e posibil , dar nu-i sanatos deloc . Ce s-a intamplat ? Poti sa ai incredere in mine .&lt;br /&gt;- Pot?&lt;br /&gt;- Da . Tot ce-mi spui n-o sa treaca de peretii astia .&lt;br /&gt;- Pai , cu cateva ore in urma mi-am gasit logodnicul cu o tipa in pat , in propria-mi casa .. si incet incet i se descarca lui Denis , printre lacrimi si suspine incearca sa-si gaseasca cuvintele sa-i povesteasca ce a patit .&lt;br /&gt;- Off , saraca de tine . Ia de-aici o bucata de ciocolata . Hai capul sus , ce naiba . Sa ne purtam ca niste oameni maturi ce suntem . Ti-e greu si o sa-ti fie si mai greu un timp , dar o sa-ti treaca , am incredere in tine ca o sa treci peste asta . Nu merita sa plangi dupa el , e un tampit . Hai zambeste , te rog , si-i face din ochi .&lt;br /&gt;Sandra incepe sa rada , si se intoarce cu spatele la Denis . El incepe sa o gadile iar din gadilieala aceasta ajung sa se bata cu pernele , de la bataie cu perne ajung sa rada de cat pot fi de copii si la un moment dat ajung sa stea intinsi pe spate , pe pat .&lt;br /&gt;- Aveam nevoie de asta , iti multumesc , ii spuse Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;- Placerea mea , stai linistita , asa incerc si eu sa ma destind . Esti mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;- Da , mult mai bine . Dar tu ce ai patit?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh , cam aceeasi poveste ca si tine , doar ca nevasta-mea mi-a luat si casa si masina.&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh , imi pare rau .&lt;br /&gt;- E ok . Am recuperat casa si masina , dar ea a ramas cu altul , care cica-i mai bun , e mai bogat si are si doi copii , incepe sa rada .&lt;br /&gt;- Ahh , nu pari prea afectat . Se mira Sandra .&lt;br /&gt;- Incerc sa nu fiu , chiar daca am tinut foarte mult la ea si inca tin . Incepe sa-mi treaca .&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica de pe pat si se pregateste sa plece .&lt;br /&gt;- Pleci ? intreba ea mirata .&lt;br /&gt;- Da , te las sa te odihnesti , si-i zambeste .&lt;br /&gt;- Denis , si-si ridica privirea de pe pat , stai cu mine in noaptea asta , vrei ?&lt;br /&gt;El ramane uimit , si-i zambeste .&lt;br /&gt;- Bine , am sa raman.&lt;br /&gt;Si-o ia in brate si trag patura peste ei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. va urma ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676724142436468346-1004943358777293729?l=mihaella-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1004943358777293729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/1004943358777293729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676724142436468346/posts/default/1004943358777293729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mihaella-s.blogspot.com/2010/02/traiesc-un-vis-frumos-sau-un-cosmar.html' title='Traiesc , un vis frumos sau un cosmar ?'/><author><name>MihaellaS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07860416157541747633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9c4g5Yyu_o/Tp200U6eblI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dOMDpdyB7bg/s220/tt2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676724142436468346.post-4451008129677274358</id><published>2010-01-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:04:56.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kill'/><title type='text'>The Kill .</title><content type='html'>Sedinta foto cu &lt;a href="http://in-jur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mircea&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://linna-s.deviantart.com/"&gt;Linna&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;A fost frig , extraordinar de frig as spune , dar am rezistat.&lt;br /&gt;Povestea originala era "Doamna si vagabontul" dar pana am ajuns la locatia propriu-zisa m-am hotarat ca ar fi mai bine sa povestim despre cum il omoram pe &lt;a href="http://in-jur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mircea&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Ce-a iesit ? 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