tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287892228907183002011-04-22T02:44:44.054+03:00robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-41129375463340429982008-06-07T14:43:00.001+03:002008-06-07T14:44:29.687+03:00inca o data sunt gata sa zic "go, just walk away"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-4112937546334042998?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-11949711552929487422008-04-03T03:54:00.003+03:002008-04-03T03:57:53.884+03:00daca te urasc? Te rog, ajuta-ma sa nu o fac. Ajuta-ma sa vreau sa fiu langa tine in continuare. Ajuta-ma sa te inteleg.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-1194971155292948742?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-59324594478347751012008-03-06T23:51:00.000+02:002008-03-06T23:54:23.136+02:00<p class="MsoNormal">ti-am zis cat de mult pot uri? Multumesc pentru ca mi-ai aratat ca pot uri pe cineva mai mult decat pe mine.. nu ma credeam in stare de asemenea sentimente.. nici acum parca nu imi vine sa cred ca iubirea (poate?) pe care ti-o purtam acum cateva zile.. acum e doar o umbra.. o umbra furioasa.. si nu pot rade cand spun asta.. nu pot decat sa imi spal ochii murdari de rautatea realitatii.. ii urasc pe ei ca s-au deschis intrun moment blestemat.. ma urasc pe mine ca m-am lasat trezit din visul asta.. te urasc pe tine pentru ca mi-ai tulburat visul..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Nu te plange ca mi-ai facut rau.. nu te flata gratuit.. nici soarta nu a reusit sa imi faca un rau mai mare decat cel facut de mine..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-5932459447834775101?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-4818342416790113762008-02-29T21:33:00.002+02:002008-02-29T21:36:31.296+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/R8herHYkihI/AAAAAAAAADM/YpDHrXW_sws/s1600-h/P04-13-07_17.27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/R8herHYkihI/AAAAAAAAADM/YpDHrXW_sws/s320/P04-13-07_17.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172488266844506642" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Imi cer iertare pentru ca te condamn doar pentru ca eu nu sunt multumit de mine, imi cer iertare ca ma aprind atat de repede cand imi este amintit adevaratul statut.. este doar vina mea, imi pare rau..<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-481834241679011376?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-52267819297493124522008-02-29T21:31:00.001+02:002008-02-29T21:31:41.892+02:00<p class="MsoNormal">Pierim in nestire, ne pierdem ultima franghie care ne tine la suprafata demnitatii, pierdem ultima scandura care ne tine sa plutim prin nedreptate. Te doare cand noi, ceilalti, ne ranim intre noi.. te doare, dar nu vrei sa o recunosti. Nu e posibil pentru tine ca tu sa fii cel slab.. Nu mai ai lacrimi si preferi sa razi tot timpul doar cu gandul ca atunci cand vei plange vei simti asta.. vei putea aduna lacrimi indeajuns pentru a putea plange.. Nu te gandesti nicicand ca ai putea sa nu ai motiv pentru a o face.. tu doar asta vrei, iar fara sa iti dai seama izvorul lacrimilor seaca.. odata cu tine si cu farama de viata care te tine in picioare.. si care ne tine p noi vii.. Toate astea pentru ca tu esti un prost care mizeaza p tot ce avem.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-5226781929749312452?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-19410752629423761122007-12-29T01:30:00.000+02:002007-12-29T01:38:23.112+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/R3WIwB3l0JI/AAAAAAAAADA/3EXwJMrp1hA/s1600-h/1241232835_86a96d9acd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/R3WIwB3l0JI/AAAAAAAAADA/3EXwJMrp1hA/s320/1241232835_86a96d9acd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149172107684728978" border="0" /></a><br />si cand rasare soarele.. imi e atat de frica sa ma gandesc ca poate acela nu e rasaritul lui, inima-mi trage cu dintii de acesta idee.. desi ma mint.. ca e soarele.. ca e rasaritul lui.. intodeauna.. exista vantul care in rafalele lui imi intoarce capul cu o palma.. iar eu nu fac decat sa zambesc cu ochii in apus..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-1941075262942376112?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-15007965076249921262007-09-07T19:31:00.000+03:002007-09-22T12:51:48.184+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/RvTlnM_bdHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S7aNYV0CgYI/s1600-h/robEarth-000rr1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/RvTlnM_bdHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S7aNYV0CgYI/s320/robEarth-000rr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963938637280370" border="0" /></a><br />prieteni.. cu ei nu iti e rusine sa strigi in gura mare cand ii vezi.. prieteni.. aceste specimene.. te tin in viata:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-1500796507624992126?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-60153354883760065212007-09-04T23:23:00.000+03:002007-09-04T23:36:56.036+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w68i1rz4-Og/Rt3B3Lyp5xI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUccjuFjXb8/s1600-h/jfnasnasf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w68i1rz4-Og/Rt3B3Lyp5xI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUccjuFjXb8/s200/jfnasnasf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106450706310227730" /></a><br /><ul><br /><li>Iubesti o persoana pt comportamentul ei..nu pt imbracaminte..bani..frumusetze..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana pt k e aja cum zice ea..."Ratat"...dar o iubesti cum e..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana pt k nu merita..dar meriti tu..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana pt k ai ce invatza de la aceasta..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana knd aceasta iti cere abandonul si tu doar te prefaci k i-l dai si o pazesti din umbra..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana pt sufletul ei..nu pt ce zic ceilalti..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana knd te doare sufletul atunci knd iti zice k nu merita nik bun<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana knd esti alaturi de ea mereu..si la bn si la greu..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana knd nu suporti sa se zik cv rau de aceasta..<br /><li>Iubesti o persoana atunci knd plangi pt k aceasta sufera<br /><li>Tte astea la mn sunt valabile..deci te iubesc...aja cum esti ratat..nik..urat frumos prost destept..in tte felurile..tot te voi iubi...[bn fara bentitza]..si chiar dak ceri abandonul..nu ti-l voi da>:D<<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-6015335488376006521?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Porcelainnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-16357322127582934012007-08-20T20:46:00.000+03:002007-08-20T20:47:53.491+03:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Si daca mori.. sa mori fericit cu gandul ca <span style=""> </span>ai facut ceva pentru lume.. si daca mori sa stii ca am tinut la tine.. si daca mori.. sa n-o o faci urandu-ma.. si daca mori.. sa nu ma uiti.. si daca mori.. eu, eu ce o sa fac?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Moartea ta va fi o renastere pentru mine.. cu tine mort totul va fi la fel, dar proaspat.. cu tine mort.. nimic nu va mai fi la fel decat amintirile.... ele se vor reimprospata in memoria mea.. vor arde acolo..<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-1635732212758293401?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-5957600992569382332007-08-15T23:52:00.000+03:002007-08-16T00:01:29.551+03:00si uite-ma din nou aici.. si nici nu ma mira faptul asta..<br />asta seara.. stand de vorba cu cineva am realizat.. ca de fiecare data cand sunt fericit, plang.. simt ca trebuie sa platesc tribut pentru clipele de fericire posedate..<br />va trebui sa o fac..<br />ma voi stradui din greu sa platesc pentru ele.. nu pot primi nimic gratis..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-595760099256938233?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-58666360970515365102007-08-10T00:22:00.001+03:002007-08-10T00:26:10.499+03:00<o:p></o:p>Flutur fara stire,<br />Zbor in departare,<br />Flutur care moare,<br />Zbor de adormire. <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR">Vremuri ce-o sa vina,<o:p></o:p></span><br />Culpa fara vina,<br />Aripi care dor,<br />Fluturi care mor.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR">Vise de prihana,<o:p></o:p><br />Flutur plin de chin,<o:p></o:p><br />Suflet de vadana.<o:p></o:p><br />Vreau sa mor<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><span style=""> </span><b>Amin.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-5866636097051536510?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-64459107583331052042007-08-09T09:34:00.000+03:002007-08-09T09:35:47.473+03:00"that's ok<br />i'll be fine<br />i've got myself, i'll heal in time<br />but when you leave just remember what we had...<br />there's more to life than just you<br />i may cry but I'll make it through<br />and i know that the sun will shine again<br />though i may think of you now and then...<br />can't do a thing with ashes<br />but throw them to the wind...<br />though this heart may be in pieces now<br />you know i'll build it up again and<br />i'll come back stronger than I ever did before"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-6445910758333105204?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-8929408715298275972007-08-09T01:33:00.000+03:002007-08-09T01:37:16.069+03:00orice muzica pt mine acum e un zgomot insuportabil.. se naste o noua epoca.. nu stiu cat de bine ma simt din cauza asta.. de fapt, nici nu cred ca ma simt bine din cauza asta ori din orice alta cauza.. sunt doar tensionat..<br />acum orice muzica e un zgomot insuportabil pt mine .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-892940871529827597?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-62147576613224234122007-08-08T21:27:00.000+03:002007-08-08T21:40:06.956+03:00daca vreodata vei dori sa chemi pe cineva la un spectacol, pentru ca apoi sa il trimiti sa se uite de unul singur si apoi sa vina la tine acasa pe jos pe ploaie si frig si apoi sa il lasi in fata blocului sa astepte pana cand un vecin iese din bloc, asta in cazul norocos in care iese unul, si apoi sa il lasi sa astepte la usa batand si cand ii deschizi ii deschizi doar pentru ca te saturi sa il auzi batand , apoi dupa ce ii deschizi sa ii reprosezi de ce nu suna la usa, doar de asta e facuta soneria.. eliminam din start inventia ciocanitului in usa.. apoi sa incerci sa il saruti el nu cedeaza din prima, dar la cat de prost e va ceda si va trece peste si apoi cand e un inceput de preludiu tu sa te intorci cu spatele la cealalalta muchie a patului, semn ca te-a aburit destul, si sa il lasi apoi cu geamul deschis toata noaptea, gerul de afara era un semn de caldura.. apoi sa adopti termenul de trei zile.. asta insemnand daca imi da el un semn de viata la trei zile incerci si tu sa ii sugerezi "hey.. guess what.. i'm still alive" si asta e totul, daca nu vrei sa afli prea multe detalii insignifiante despre el.. cum ar fi culoarea lui preferata.. muzica care ii place..daca vreodata vei dori vreun prost de ocazie nu ezita sa ma contactezi..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-6214757661322423412?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-29919664283280832842007-08-03T14:14:00.004+03:002007-08-03T18:36:32.851+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/RrMSWLkGvDI/AAAAAAAAABo/RKr9hXW8zTI/s1600-h/rrr.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/RrMSWLkGvDI/AAAAAAAAABo/RKr9hXW8zTI/s320/rrr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094435775756811314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Cand te gandesti ca la inceput mi-au zis ca e o viata frumoasa..<o:p></o:p><br />Am pierdut certificatul de garantie, acum nu mai pot reprosa nimic.. trebuie sa indur stricaciunile ei.. sau mai e o varianta.. sa imi iau o alta, </span><span style="" lang="PT-BR"> insa, </span><span style="" lang="PT-BR">problema este ca cea de-a doua se obtine mult prea greu. De fapt dupa<span style=""> </span>cata suferinta, truda aportezi pentru a capata cea de-a doua viata, nici macar, nu ai siguranta ca o vei primi.. riscul este mult prea mare pentru a mi-l asuma.. viata-mi actuala nu imi mai permite asta.. e mult prea<span style=""> </span>deteriorata pentru a o supune la prea mult efort..mult prea afectata. Culmea e ca nici nu vreau sa o repar.. o iau ca atare <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-2991966428328083284?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-79705264834380036152007-08-01T16:15:00.000+03:002007-08-03T14:14:37.066+03:00am observat ceva la mine..<br />nu stiu daca e de bine sau nu.. dar eu prefer sa las lumea sa imi asculte tacerea.. sa ma inteleaga prin ea.. desi eu in gandul meu vorbesc, nu am curajul, poate, sa verbalizez acele ganduri.<br />daca vreun gand a fost verbalizat.. el nu va mai fi repetat..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-7970526483438003615?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-37187532635489279352007-08-01T10:40:00.000+03:002007-08-01T10:43:30.919+03:00astazi ploua dupa mult timp.. imi place senzatia de ploaie.. in schimb nu imi plac urmarile ei..<br />ma uit p geam si zaresc stropii.. unii mai repezi, altii mai lenti.. toti ajung in acelasi loc facand unde de valuri in baltocile de mii de stropi.. valuri care se sparg unul in altul..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-3718753263548927935?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-2013524485138009162007-08-01T10:17:00.001+03:002007-08-01T10:17:22.451+03:00<br /> <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><object height='80' width='300'><param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/Q9ioqoIBRr/aus=false/' name='movie'/><param value='transparent' name='wmode'/><embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/Q9ioqoIBRr/aus=false/'/></object><br/><br/>behind the red ones</div><br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-201352448513800916?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-33224937765025569262007-08-01T09:28:00.001+03:002007-08-01T09:28:27.509+03:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bblDse3DNE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bblDse3DNE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-3322493776502556926?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-89282554772585640612007-08-01T08:56:00.000+03:002007-08-01T08:59:18.576+03:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Un gand imi trecuse aseara prin cap, <span style="" lang="PT-BR">unul din multitudinea lor.. de fapt era mai mult o dorinta:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">"taticule spune-mi o poveste”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><span style=""> </span>cat de stupid, cat timp el era aici nu am vrut niciodata asta, ba chiar dimpotriva dadeam ochii peste cap ori de cate ori imi povestea cate ceva, spunandu-mi in gand: "iar incepe!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-8928255477258564061?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-88077660398686926652007-08-01T01:20:00.000+03:002007-08-01T01:30:10.887+03:00stii ce e amuzant?<br />ca eu sunt primul la coada interminabila a celor care imi doresc moartea..<br />doar ca uneori cate cineva se gaseste sa ma traga la o parte..<br />si asta doar pentru a-mi da un branci mai in fata<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-8807766039868692665?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-90430158214147929362007-08-01T01:13:00.000+03:002007-08-01T01:19:52.239+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-1BLkGvAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9Gfdn4_nenE/s1600-h/vcv.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-1BLkGvAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9Gfdn4_nenE/s320/vcv.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093488735468043266" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">"Sunt ..sunt si asta imi e de ajuns.As putea spune ca sunt luna oglindita in mare, dar imi este teama ca voi ajunge si eu sa cred asta, desi pe zi ce trece ma conving tot mai tare de asta... imi este teama de voi, desi va iubesc...nu privesc decat spre orizont, niciodata nu am timp sa fiu trista, dar aproape niciodata nu spun niciodata. Cea mai grea povara a mea e sa fiu. Eu sunt punctul dintre lumina si intuneric, la trei sferturi departe de lumina, dar care nici macar nu tinde spre ea. Eu sunt punctul dintre caldura si frig, la trei sferturi departe de caldura, dar care nici macar nu tinde spre ea. Eu sunt punctul dintre vis si somn, la trei sferturi departare de vis, dar care nu a visat niciodata.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Eu sunt punctul dintre muzica si arta, dintre mare si luna, eu sunt fiecare in parte, eu sunt absolutul nimicului din ele. Aparent nimic, in definitiv o usa spre mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Eu sunt violetul lunii, sunt sangele din piatra, lacrima marii, reflectia soarelui, sunt umbra stelelor, teama vantului, eu sunt emotia frunzei cazatoare, copacul dezgolit de sentimente..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Eu sunt."</span></p>Intradevar, ea este una dintre persoanele pe care nu le inteleg, nu inteleg de ce nu ma parasesc ca si ceilalti.. unori o blestem pentru faptul ca sta langa mine.. o iubesc.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-9043015821414792936?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-87820171472346948092007-08-01T01:03:00.000+03:002007-08-01T01:12:38.046+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-zubkGu_I/AAAAAAAAABI/yUr_mD9ZYDU/s1600-h/P3182215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-zubkGu_I/AAAAAAAAABI/yUr_mD9ZYDU/s320/P3182215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093487313833868274" border="0" /></a><br />undeva aici in lume.. cineva ma va face sa simt ca merit..<br />m-am saturat sa mi se demonstreze cat de putin contez.<br />Multumesc celor care au contribuit la consolidarea acestui proiect :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-8782017147234694809?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-67323840933930415932007-08-01T00:52:00.001+03:002007-08-01T01:02:33.999+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-wPLkGu-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xn1ZqzD7hDc/s1600-h/DSCN2904tetete.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-wPLkGu-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xn1ZqzD7hDc/s320/DSCN2904tetete.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093483478428072930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-wE7kGu9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pkxA7nF1q6g/s1600-h/DSCN2904tetete.JPG"><br /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><span style="" lang="FR">Icar<span style=""> </span>te-ai numit,</span><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p></o:p><br />Atom de lumina<o:p></o:p><br />Zacut pe nisip,</span><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p></o:p><br />Amintire deplina<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Si clipele scurse…<o:p></o:p><br />Si norii-adunati,<o:p></o:p><br />Si timpul zorit.<o:p></o:p><br />Mor fluturi nevinovati…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Plutitai-ai usor ca gandul senin,<o:p></o:p><br />Iubita-ai caldura si zarea.<o:p></o:p><br />Iti sunt ochii stinsi de moarte,venin<o:p></o:p><br />Si neagra iti este culoarea.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Cu ochii-n lumina<o:p></o:p><br /><span style=""></span>Nalta-te-ai<span style=""> </span>spre cer.<o:p></o:p><br />Amintirea-i deplina.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Urasti acum iubitul Infern,<o:p></o:p><br />Saruta incet, inalta strigand<o:p></o:p><br />Rizate ,negre petale.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Gasit-ai timp …pe aripi de timp… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Acum clipa moare din clipa…<o:p></o:p><br />Suflarea de viata… suspin incetat<o:p></o:p><br />Un fosnet prelung se sfarseste.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p><br />Legat esti de ceruri,<o:p></o:p><br />Batut esti de vant,<o:p></o:p><br />Moarte fara de sensuri.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><b><span style="" lang="FR"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Copil omorat,Intregul Pamant, Lumina se stinge odata cu tine !</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-6732384093393041593?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128789222890718300.post-81567002704693844602007-08-01T00:18:00.000+03:002007-08-01T09:08:18.215+03:00<p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span style="">Incarcat de emotie, in spatele ochilor cafenii nu-mi spun ca trebuie, imi spun ca pot! Traiesc in amintirea unor vremuri ce au murit sub apasarea timpului. </span></span><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Intr-o lume ce-si pierde orice urma de inteles, nebunia mea devine lucida. Sunt atat de departe de orice este material. Atat de departe incat ma regasesc in fiecare anotimp, in fiecare senzatie abia perceptibila…daca n-as sti ca am un trup as putea jura ca nu m-am</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">vazut niciodata. Si</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">n-as</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-o0rkGu4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zL6-Gesg-FE/s1600-h/robert.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7WQJm1GBfjM/Rq-o0rkGu4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zL6-Gesg-FE/s320/robert.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093475326580145026" border="0" /></a></span><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gresi facand-o. Sunt viu cand totul piere</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">si mort</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">sub pecetea eternitatii. Inteleg ca nu-si gaseste sfarsitul nici un inceput, in</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">intuneric. Urasc noaptea pentru iluziile pe care le creeaza, dar si mai tare ziua pentru himerele ce-mi ofilesc privirea cu perfectiunea lor inchipuita. Imi plec tamplele reci pe bratele celor fara de chip, cautandu-mi somnul placid, ce nu are sa vina nicicand. Ei nu inteleg, ei nu vor intelege. De ce tac cand spun atat de multe, de ce rad cand totu-n mine plange. De ce traiesc cand apus demult e-n mine. N-or sa ma vada cand ma inchin icoanelor lor in noptile albe. Nu vor sti niciodata cum tremur privind cadranul ceasului, sorbind fiecare secunda in involburarea mintii. In tristul amurg tin zambetul intregului univers. Sunt </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" >ROSU APRINS </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" >cand toti se vor albi. Cat de mici sunt toate cand ma inalt, cat de frumos e negrul cand nu ma vrea. Voi inceta sa fiu, cand timp va fi-n zadar.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" > </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128789222890718300-8156700270469384460?l=robearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robEarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429993398965875159noreply@blogger.com2