<?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-7079539901907388156</id><updated>2011-12-01T15:29:32.380+02:00</updated><category term='iubire'/><category term='Trecut'/><category term='nestiut'/><category term='tu'/><category term='Iluzii'/><category term='Noi'/><category term='ura'/><category term='Toamna'/><title type='text'>IluZii ReCi</title><subtitle type='html'>Iar viitorul mi-l aleg eu...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-1530285722260271451</id><published>2011-11-30T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:22:29.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se spune adesea ca persoanele care zambesc &amp;nbsp;cu colturile indreptate in sus, sunt cele mai fericite persoane, dar oare...o persoana care nu are nici pe jumatate din "darurile" celui fericit, isi poate umple fericirea prin zambet? Poate daca am pune fericirea noastra pe primul loc, am neglija alte persoane, poate si responsabilitatile, daca punem fericirea altuia, ne uitam pe noi, si uite asa..intram intr-un fel de balon, un fel de joc cu dus si intors, nestiind ce e bine, ce e de facut; tot ce ne mai ramane e sa ne prefacem ca suntem siguri pe noi si sa gresim cu zambetul pe buze.&lt;br /&gt;Dar oare cum sa&amp;nbsp;reacționam&amp;nbsp;atunci&amp;nbsp;când oamenii isi dau cu parerea referitor la persoana ta? Atunci cand te pun la zid, te incoltesc si sti prea bine ca nu e asa, &amp;nbsp;si ca doar tu sti adevarul, atunci cum sa reactionezi?chiar nu ai cum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-1530285722260271451?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/1530285722260271451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-spune-adesea-ca-persoanele-care.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1530285722260271451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1530285722260271451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-spune-adesea-ca-persoanele-care.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-636540970631740686</id><published>2011-11-10T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:52:28.597+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trecut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iluzii'/><title type='text'>It's just a matter of time I'm sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciudati mai sunt trandafirii astia, multe petale, usor catifelate, multe culori, un fel de gama pentru ocazii : galben ii duci unei persoane geloase, alb unei mame sau profesoare, roziu altor persoane si rosu celei pe care o iubesti; ca mai apoi sa ramana ce? O amintire frumoasa a ceva ce a avut viata si acum s-a stins in mai putin de 2 zile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam asa e si cu focul, arde ce arde pana se stinge, si apoi iti pare rau, pentru ca e greu sa aprinzi altul, dureaza ceva timp si nici nu sti daca iti iese, ramanand mereu cu gandul la cel care s-a stins; pe care intr-un fel il doresti, iti lipseste, te incalzea intr-un mod special, in modul acela pe care nu il poate realiza cel nou si de aceea preferi trecutul in fata prezent-viitorului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam asa e si cu o pereche de pantofi, o folosesti, te simti confortabil, pana cand se uzeaza si trebuie sa ii arunci ca sa-ti iei altii noi, in care nu te simti de la inceput chiar foarte bine si e ciudat, pana "se lasa", dar in cei vechi...parca a ramas o particica din tine si asa facem cu toate lucrurile, ne lipsesc cand sunt pe terminate sau cand le pierdem cu desavarsire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iar cu iubirea e la fel, te indragostesti, crezi in acea vapaie, iti faci iluzii pe care le hranesti cu zambete viu colorate, te simti in al 9-lea cer si mai sus cu o stea, pana cand incet incet totul se stinge, pana cand iti e tradata increderea si te uiti in urma vazand nimicul din prezent. Si ironia e ca, iti este dor de acele vremuri si ca iti e greu sa treci peste, pentru ca ceva nou te-ar deruta, te-ar face si mai confuz, pentru ca e greu sa aduni clipa cu clipa pentru o incredere la fel de subtire, sau poate mai rigida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ce ne indragostim daca riscam sa sfarsim prin a ne fi dor de trecut? De ce uneori traim cu trecutul, daca prezentul ne vrea mai mult?! De ce acea flacara te arde si acum, dublu ca intensitate, maxim ca durere?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pentru ca e aproximativ un fel de masochism pe care il acceptam din pura placere, pentru ca hranim ceva ce a plecat de ceva timp si pentru ca e prea greu de lasat acolo, in trecut, cand prezentul il doreste cu toata fiinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fragili suntem, fiinte aparent inteligente, care o dam in bara cu sentimentul, dar parca mai fragile sunt sufletele noastre de care ne batem joc si le chinuim, impunand iubirii o sclavie care nu trebuie sa existe; si atunci cand sclavul nu "respecta" regulile pe care ii le impui cu o autoritate deplina, il condamni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-636540970631740686?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/636540970631740686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-just-matter-of-time-im-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/636540970631740686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/636540970631740686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-just-matter-of-time-im-sure.html' title='It&apos;s just a matter of time I&apos;m sure'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2186418734312026564</id><published>2011-11-10T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:46:07.703+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nestiut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Din toamna spre apus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-dBoeI7EMA/TrvxCaYpwLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QVumbTtMfd0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-dBoeI7EMA/TrvxCaYpwLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QVumbTtMfd0/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div id="titlu" style="color: #960028; font-family: arial, verdana, tahoma; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Din toamna spre apus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div id="poezie"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vântule suflă-mi chipul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Să ard în dor nebun&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scălda-mi neștiutul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De iubirea ce-o adun&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poartă-mi focul spre lumină&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Și ceartă-mi slăbiciunea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Că de-o iubire sublimă&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu mi-am acoperit lumea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ia-mă de mână&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Să mă simt mizantrop&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Și surâsul tău în lună&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Să mă facă filozof&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi-ai marcat chipul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu însemnul iubirii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Și mi-ai scăldat neștiutul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu teama nelinistirii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vântule suflă-mi chipul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Că mi-a luat sufletul foc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Și tu scălda-mi neștiutul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De iubirea ce i-o port.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-2186418734312026564?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2186418734312026564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/din-toamna-spre-apus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2186418734312026564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2186418734312026564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/din-toamna-spre-apus.html' title='Din toamna spre apus'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-dBoeI7EMA/TrvxCaYpwLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QVumbTtMfd0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-6740446853963726659</id><published>2011-11-05T22:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:28:09.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama : Spune-mi ce-i cu tine !&lt;br /&gt;Fata : Nimic...o zi obositoare, doar atat .&lt;br /&gt;Mama : Cunosc aceasta privire, cunosc acest suras de sictir, iar pe mine nu ma pacalesti cu aceste mici trucuri, nu ascunde lucruri, fa-le sa tipe. Spune-mi !&lt;br /&gt;Fata : E ceva prostesc !&lt;br /&gt;Mama : Prostesc e sa ascunzi ceva ce poti spune, sa taci atunci cand te poti descarca.&lt;br /&gt;Fata : Mama, ce vrei sa-ti spun ?! Ce vrei tu sa auzi ? &amp;nbsp;Aceste nimicuri ce-mi umplu viata, aceste lucrusoare care nu-mi dau pace si ma fac sa visez, de ele mama, de ele? Vrei sa-ti spun ca sunt imens de fericita, chiar daca imi spuneai ca fericirea e relativa, vrei sa afli daca iubesc chiar daca mi-ai spus ca pana si iubirea are un sfarsit ?&lt;br /&gt;Da, da mama, sunt cea mai fericita si cea mai iubita, iar in bratele lui simt cerul cum ma curpinde si zbor usor din norisor in norisor, tot mai sus, tot mai frumos. Mama, e atat de frumos sa visezi.&lt;br /&gt;Mama : Nu iti e frica de o prabusire ?&lt;br /&gt;Fata : De ce sa ma gandesc la o prabusire cand inima mea topaie acolo sus ? De ce sa imi fac ganduri negre cand am inima colorata ? De ce sa ma gandesc negativ cand ma simt atat de pozitiva ? Iar astea toate, datorita lui, datorita sensului pe care i l-a dat umilei mele vieti, pentru surasul acela plin de iubire, pentru &amp;nbsp;ca ma accepta asa cum sunt, in ciuda a multe.&lt;br /&gt;Fata : Iubesc, nu, il iubesc !&lt;br /&gt;Mama : ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-6740446853963726659?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/6740446853963726659/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/mama-spune-mi-ce-i-cu-tine-fata-nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6740446853963726659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6740446853963726659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/11/mama-spune-mi-ce-i-cu-tine-fata-nimic.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-6025339500180374755</id><published>2011-10-30T19:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:27:54.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baiatul meu doarme, si ma tine in brate, dar el nu stie ca e cineva langa el care nu poate inchide un ochi deoarece il priveste necontenit, ii mangaie chipul fara sa-l trezeasca si se supara in joaca de fiecare data cand el trage cu pofta din tigara, spunandu-mi ca e ultima. Baiatul meu probabil viseaza ceva frumos, pentru ca zambeste, sau poate ca face asta deoarece sunt langa el; si daca as putea intra in capul lui, oare ce voi gasi? voi fi eu acolo sau alte chestii masculine ca de exemplu masinile ?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baiatul meu respira profund si e relaxat, dar nu stie ca langa el e o mica fiinta care se joaca cu degetele lui, eventual il trage de urechi, parandu-i-se amuzant. Il iubesc, of, dar oare ma voi satura vreodata de iubirea asta? Eu zic ca nu, pentru ca imi place, mult, foarte mult, si toate chestiile la superlativ pe care le-as putea gasii, pentru el sunt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-6025339500180374755?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/6025339500180374755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/baiatul-meu-doarme-si-ma-tine-in-brate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6025339500180374755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6025339500180374755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/baiatul-meu-doarme-si-ma-tine-in-brate.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3092804670658306455</id><published>2011-10-28T22:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:27:33.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cam asta e... II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As discuta despre Sting, pentru ca baiatu meu asculta Englishman in new york, dar melodia e cu stil, acel tip de stil pe care eu nu-l am, sau intr-un fel, nu l-am dobandit, considerandu-ma insensibila la viziunea unora, uneori. Intr-adevar, mie imi lipseste cu desavarsinta, dar el...la el s-a prins mai usor, si nu stiu ce-l face mai elegant, poate privirea, poate felul in care ma ia in brate, decent, nu vulgar, incet nu prea brutal, totodata pastrandu-si doza masculina pe ici pe colo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As discuta despre chestii profunde, pentru ca baiatul meu gandeste mult, uneori prea mult, si uneori ma enerveaza, dar imi place felul in care abstractizeaza lucruri, sofisticat cuvant si al &amp;nbsp;naibii de lung, iar daca el ar citi asta, mi-ar reprosa ca sunt comoda, ca imi e prea lene si ca trebuie sa o transform. Da scumpule, am sa o transform in mai multa iubire; ce zici, incheiem pactul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As discuta despre &amp;nbsp;vremea de afara, pentru ca e frig, iar asta nu ne caracterizeaza, pentru ca baiatului meu ii place caldura, iar eu vreau sa fiu langa el sa il iau in brate, sa-i incalzesc mainile...dar pana la urma, se multumeste si cu autoincalzire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As discuta despre iubire, pentru ca baiatul meu ma iubeste si ma iubeste, si ma iubeste iarasi, pentru ca mi-a demonstrat-o, facandu-ma fericita; si sunt fericita, si iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baiatul meu e minunat si ii fac reclama buna [ discutam noi acasa dragule] pentru ca merita, chiar daca e aiurit uneori si indecis, si nu ii place shoppingu, si trage din tigara cu pofta chiar daca ma uit urat la el, dar ma iubeste, ma intelege, ma face sa zambesc, as putea cere ceva mai mult?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3092804670658306455?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3092804670658306455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-cam-asta-e-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3092804670658306455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3092804670658306455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-cam-asta-e-ii.html' title='Si cam asta e... II.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4399987709484854977</id><published>2011-10-19T20:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:43:20.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Discutie mama-fiica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXmiQbETcME/Tp8LdbOurnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nMDk3kyM8jA/s1600/displaypicture_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXmiQbETcME/Tp8LdbOurnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nMDk3kyM8jA/s320/displaypicture_large.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: ma oftic..&lt;br /&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: nu pot sa scriu nimic...kkt&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: gata mami&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: nu te mai gandi&lt;br /&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: sti ce ma dispera?&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: spune&lt;br /&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: ma dispeca ca nu vad la mine ceea ce e frumos si ca vad doar aspecte negative...de ce? pentru ca traim intr-o lume prost pusa...prost...am vrut sa atrag priviri...bun atrag..am vrut sa fiu roscata, bun , am fost...am vrut sa fiu speciala..sunt..am vrut sa dansez...am dansat...am vrut sa iubesc..iubesc..si pe langa toate astea..e el ma..el..care ma face parca sa vreau mai mult...sa ma consider nu indeajuns de buna...sa imi fie frica...si sti de ce imi e? e simplu..pentru ca il iubesc si doamne...nu vreau neam sa-l pierd...si e stupiditatea asta feminina numita orgoliu..un orgoliu prostesc de-am vedea numai defectele..cand el imi spune ca sunt frumoasa si ca ma vrea asa...cand tu...tu micuta mea imi spui ca ma iubesti...iar mie nu-mi mai ramane decat sa va iubesc...si chiar asta fac&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: off iubita mea&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: daca ai sti&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: ca aproape mi-au dat lacrimile cand am citit mai sus&lt;br /&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: pt ca peste toate astea..si peste multe altele...voi ramaneti alaturi de mine chiar daca am o zi mai naspa...chiar daca azi arat mai prost ca ieri..mai bine ca maine...chiar daca am nervi si nu-mi gasesc locu....va iubesc..pe tine...pe bianca..pe dany...si nu in ultimu rand..pe el ma ca ma face sa zambesc in fiecare zi de-o saptamana incoace...si ca e cel mai frumos lucru care mi s-a intamplat in ultimu timp...voi si el si ma jur ca asta inseamna fericire....cineva care dupa o zi plina de rahat si barfe...sa iti zica ca esti minunata si speciala si sa aiba puterea sa se uite in ochii tai si sa te mai si inteleaga&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: &lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: off iubito&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: hai sa iti spun&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: stii faza cu "lumea"&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: ca spune "lumea"&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: ce spune "lumea"&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: ei bine&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: lumea ta suntem noi&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: noi cei care te stim oricum ai fi&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: noi te placem asa cum esti&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: in fiecare zi&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: cand esti nervoasa (by the way cand esti nervoasa mi se pare ca esti f sexy &amp;nbsp;asa..mica si rea nush cum sa zic)&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: cand esti fericita&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: nebunatica&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: in toate felurile&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: deci nu trebuie sa iti pese&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: daca cineva din exterior&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: care nu inseamna lumea ta&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: te jigneste..sau mai stiu eu eu&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: eu ce*&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: pentru ca...NU CONTEAZA&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: e ca si cum nu ar exista,daca nu face parte din lumea ta&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: corect?&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius: ai inteles ce ma chinui sa spun aici?&lt;br /&gt;Lulu Aquarius:&lt;br /&gt;Iłłu§iOn [ :x ]: da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Numai iubirea te poate face sa intelegi ce conteaza cu adevarat...si nu trebuie sa iubesti o persoana perfecta...trebuie sa iubesti perfect o persoana imperfecta. Dragule...sunt atat de defecta !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-4399987709484854977?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4399987709484854977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/discutie-mama-fiica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4399987709484854977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4399987709484854977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/discutie-mama-fiica.html' title='Discutie mama-fiica.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXmiQbETcME/Tp8LdbOurnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nMDk3kyM8jA/s72-c/displaypicture_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-8049210456531852564</id><published>2011-10-16T21:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:20:01.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cam asta e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDuVUpepe5M/TpsgQqaqgDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yEYzNuU2Vog/s1600/314371_203681289703822_100001858583138_498771_661631815_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDuVUpepe5M/TpsgQqaqgDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yEYzNuU2Vog/s320/314371_203681289703822_100001858583138_498771_661631815_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deruland evenimentele...acest blog a luat nastere atunci cand ma simteam iubita cel mai mult, si vroiam sa impartasesc cu toata lumea posibila si imposibila acest lucru. Atunci vedeam o perfectiune "defecta", iubeam ceva ce mai tarziu m-a facut sa regret...enorm. Visam si pluteam pe aripile unei iubiri false. Mai apoi, aici am postat tot ce tinea de starea mea de spirit, fericire, dezamagire, confuzie, teama, atunci cand ma simteam pierduta si ma regaseam printre randuri, atunci cand imi era dor si faceam distanta mai mica, atunci cand iubeam si hraneam totul cu randuri si uite ca se fac 3 ani de atunci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acum ma gandesc ca e relativ sa spun "sunt fericita", dar o spun din tot sufletu si cu toata taria cu care poate tipa &amp;nbsp;mintea/inima mea, e fabulos sa-l privesti in ochi si sa vezi cum emana caldura, sinceritate, iar eu mai mult de atat nu vreau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are ochii albastri si o minte care te uimeste in mod placut si niste maini puternice..cu palme mari, masculine poate putin dure, dar totodata ferme, acel ceva care te atrage si te face sa zambesti, acele buze mari de care nu poti sa te saturi, felul in care imi vorbeste, in care ma asculta, felul in care ma tine de mana si ma saruta atunci cand vreau mai mult; cum ma alinta si ma mangaie, sau cum isi trece usor mana pe fata mea, facandu-ma atenta, dar cel mai minunat lucru e atunci cand ma priveste fara sa-mi spuna nimic, parca vrea sa ghicesc si dintr-o data, fara sa-mi dea de banuit, imi ia mana si o saruta, iar pe mine asta ma inmoaie si stiu ca acum n-as fi capabila sa plec, de ce sa fug ?n-am de ce. E el, acolo gata sa ma ajute, sa ma inteleaga si sa ma accepte asa cum sunt si sa aiba grija de mine, iar mai nou, astia suntem noi, bucurandu-ne unu de celalalt. Multumesc !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7079539901907388156-8049210456531852564?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/8049210456531852564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-cam-asta-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8049210456531852564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8049210456531852564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-cam-asta-e.html' title='Si cam asta e...'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDuVUpepe5M/TpsgQqaqgDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yEYzNuU2Vog/s72-c/314371_203681289703822_100001858583138_498771_661631815_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3162378736470218525</id><published>2011-09-03T00:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:22:50.564+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toamna'/><title type='text'>Mie nu imi e frica de Septembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQqS1mKq5Y/TmFF4UZxpoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Iav1l21bPA/s1600/tumblr_ljxw3cArsK1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQqS1mKq5Y/TmFF4UZxpoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Iav1l21bPA/s320/tumblr_ljxw3cArsK1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uite ca a venit si toamna...pe care din cate am inteles, o cam urasti, sau inca nu sunteti pe aceeasi frecventa.Uite ca prima adiere a unui vant mai puternic ne-a facut sa devenim slabi, si poate ca nu am gresit suficient incat sa ne dam seama, poate ca nici acum nu admiti ca ai vreo vina, dar stai linistit dragule...nu ma astept sa zici ceva anume, si mai mult de vina nu-mi poti lua. Cuvintele pe care le-ai putea insiruii pe aici nu m-ar face decat sa ma simt vinovata de ceva ce nu sunt, nu ma cunosti pentru ca nu ai vrut asta, te-ai multumit cu &amp;nbsp;un exterior perfid si ma satisface ideea de-a iti spune ca mi-ai atins trupul...dar sufletul cui i l-ai lasat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nu stiu daca o sa citesti totul pana la capat dar se spune ca nu esti convins de sentimentele unei femei decat atunci cand vei primi o scrisoare de la ea, dar nu vei sti niciodata ce e in inima uneia decat atunci cand vei renunta la acest egoism nefiresc si atunci cand te vei uita peste umar si ma vei vedea intoarsa cu spatele, pentru totdeauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Intorcandu-ma la acest anotimp rasarit mult prea devreme pentru noi,toamna, tot ce mai vreau sa spun e ca mi-a lipsit, prima ploaie,primele frunze cazute, dar nu mi-a fost dor de o despartire, imi e doar dor sa iubesc...asta cu ce anotimp va veni?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Momentan pastreaza-mi o raza pentru o zi trista, si pastreaza-mi o lacrima pentru una fericita...nu vreau sa ma las cuprinsa de beatitudine, dar iubirea nu o voi nega niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3162378736470218525?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3162378736470218525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/09/mie-nu-imi-e-frica-de-septembrie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3162378736470218525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3162378736470218525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/09/mie-nu-imi-e-frica-de-septembrie.html' title='Mie nu imi e frica de Septembrie'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQqS1mKq5Y/TmFF4UZxpoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Iav1l21bPA/s72-c/tumblr_ljxw3cArsK1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2126156330438095526</id><published>2011-08-15T14:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:21:55.874+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma lupt cu mine, dar mai mult o fac cu teama ca intr-o zi am sa raman singura intre 4 pereti,uitandu-mi pe fereastra la un cuplu de indragostiti ce stau pe o banca si isi alimenteaza iubirea. Eu in suflet o sa am numai regrete, sau doar am sa invinovatesc soarta ca nu am avut parte de acea iubire care da tot si primeste inzecit, care nu se razbuna...doar saruta usor, care nu te face sa plangi, ci te imbratiseaza, care pune sentimentele mai presus de ratiune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ai putea sa ai tot, ia-mi inima, sufletul si taria de caracter atata timp cand ma iubesti, poti sa faci ce vrei cu ele, dar nu ai curajul sa faci asta, pentru ca cine e atat de naiv sa creada ca altcineva ii va lua sufletul fara sa il otraveasca mai apoi, fara sa ii strecoare un firicel de lacrima, sau sa-l stoarca de ce are mai bun...eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sunt acea naiva care mi-as vine sufletul pentru putina iubire, pentru acel zambet pe care toti il adora dar nimeni nu-l produce, pe care toti il vor...dar nimeni nu-l ia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu sti ce e aia iubire? E atunci cand nu iti mai trebuie nimic decat acea persoana, cand inveti sa respiri prin ea, cand ii dai tot ce e mai bun din tine si nu vrei s-o schimbi, ci doar te modelezi dupa ea; atunci cand iti adoarme la piept si tu te uiti cat e de frumoasa, si ca e numai a ta; cand te tine de mana si-ti fura un zambet.Cand creeaza cuvinte si ti le spune numai tie.Cand tace si te asculta acu uimirea unui prunc.Cand te saruta inainte sa o lasi acasa zicandu-ti prin privire ca o sa-i lipsesti, si se uita in urma dupa ce ai plecat, iar seara,,seara o apuca melancolia si se uita la luna, crezand ca si tu faci la fel, si ca povestea voastra e acolo...intre stele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dar cine mai are timp de romantisme de astea, detalii, chestii neimportante, cat pret pui tu pe sentimentele mele? Tu le arunci la cos...sau nu le bagi in seama, iar pe mine ma iei cand ai nevoie, nu iti atunci cand iti e dor&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/7079539901907388156-2126156330438095526?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2126156330438095526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/08/ma-lupt-cu-mine-dar-mai-mult-o-fac-cu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2126156330438095526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2126156330438095526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/08/ma-lupt-cu-mine-dar-mai-mult-o-fac-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-9154164363566431382</id><published>2011-08-12T23:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:38:48.171+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><title type='text'>Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inca o data mi-am negat dreptul la fericire din cauza unei stupiditati feminine numite ori orgoliu ori o frica inexplicabila atunci cand simti ca ai nimic,dar totusi ai totul, trecand pe langa tine fara sa intorci capu si sa vezi ca e langa tine, dar esti mult prea mandra sa-l intelegi si sa ai timp si rabdare : ca ceea ce te face sa zambesti e la o mica distanta, numita inima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E in mine ceva care tipa,cuvinte ce vor sa iasa afara cu forta, imi formeaza in minte idei nebanuite,scenarii,constiinta ma mustra...are dreptate.Are pentru ca ma stie,stie ca pot ceva mai bun,ca pot iubi si uri la fel de mult, ca ma pot plange si pot rabda. Ca pot fi buna si ca imi pot bate joc.Ca nu stiu sa aleg ce e bun si imi complic existenta in milioane de feluri ciudate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi-ar fi fost usor sa te uit, daca nu te-ai fi bagat in inima mea asa cum vine un copil nevinovat la pieptul mamei sale, ai stiut sa ma privesti si sa-mi dai minuscule imbolduri, tachinari chiar. M-am simtit perfecta chiar daca nu sunt. Am simtit acel fior chiar daca nu il merit. Te-am intalnit pe tine, chiar daca nu am facut nimic sa se intample.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu pot sa te scot de unde iti e locu, dar asa suntem noi: femeile, ne dam seama tarzior, in cazul meu sper doar sa nu fi fost prea tarziu, mi-e dor de tine,de noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma bucur ca macar si tu esti constient de aceste lucruri, sper doar sa pui in balanta ce-a fost bun, iar cele rele...hai sa le aruncam...sau mai bine sa le uitam intr-un loc in care nu vom merge niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-9154164363566431382?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/9154164363566431382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/08/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9154164363566431382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9154164363566431382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/08/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html' title='Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-8077495409244166418</id><published>2011-07-31T00:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:27:06.538+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Aş vrea să am un început , dar ura mi-a luat stiloul,defapt ceea ce simt acum , a fost de fiecare data cand am cazut,iar nimeni nu a fost acolo sa ma ridice.Din marea mea de albastru curg rauri,poate oceane,valuri,valuri,iar tu nu ai fost acolo sa le opresti .As vrea sa te doara macar putin ,asa cum m-a durut pe mine in zilele in care disperam,dar tu te hraneai cu orgoliul de a-mi vedea suferinta.Ce inseamna sa spulberi un vis? Oare este egal cu lupta pentru ce-ti doresti, sau doar a renunta la un gand scornit din singuratatea simturilor?! Poate ca frazele formate sunt doar cuvinte imprastiate ce le-am lasat undeva, in trecut..Parcul esentei noastre e panganit de rautatea privirilor aruncate in semn de trecut, bancile ce ne poarta iubirea sunt ruginire de raceala lacrimilor mele, pana si decorul nu mai e acelasi, a murit.Copacii ne fereau de rautatea senina a multimii, ce ne privea sarutandu-ne, eram superbi; acum vad numai cenusa verii revarsata peste umarul tau, caci totul a apus cand ai rupt tacerea dragostei ce ne invaluia.Pastrez amintirea ta in inima si lucrurile daruite printr-un colt,undeva; ma mai gandesc deseori la imaginile pe care nu le-am uitat,vars o lacrima si cu un lung oftat si cu un suras aprins,renasc din cenusa disperarii.Imi e dor de locul nostru de la apa, noptile cu luna plina de vara, de tot ce-ai insemnat si insemni tu,ca o fiinta activa in viata mea.Te iubesc pentru trecut,caci acum te-ai schimbat; esti rece,nepasator,ai o noua viata,o noua dragoste;eu sunt doar o istorie de vara. Vremea a trecut ca gandul si incet, incet noi am ramas fideli eternelor amintiri din vara.Am fi dat orice numai sa ramanem pionieri prin noaptea calda de iulie, dar timpul a adus septembrie de vise.Si-au trecut zile pe care vroiam sa le sterg cu nepasarea mea blajina, dar s-au razbunat inmiit pentru clipele de fericire.Cu inca o lacrima mi-am patat sufletul de nevina si totusi credinta inimii mele e la el, am plans mult, dar acum ura mi se vede in ochi.Am un albastru tacut in care ma cufund ca un inel ce l-am aruncat in mare.Trec zilele cu foc in amintirea lui, a doi copii ce nu lasau sa intervina vantul; totusi a intrat ,caci fiecare acum are drumul lui.Anii se pierd si vin, nu vin singuri ci vin cu ura.Dintre sutele de adieri una e speciala, nu am castigat-o, am pierdut-o.Mi-a presarat in suflet o doza de adevar si mi-a cultivat-o pe scena morbida a tristetii mele.Ochii mei sugereaza o culoare nedefinita, sunt orbita de praful strazilor pustii, soarele ma eclipseaza.Ma uit cu regret in urma,vazand urmele pasilor lui pe covorul meu de sentimente.Sufla un vant cald si-mi sterge zambetul,lasand in urma un chip de multumire.Privesc in gol si-o imagine cu noi doi rasarita parca din cer imi spune,parca, povestea noastra cap-coada, am ramas noi pe 2 strazi…paralele,ele duc la infinit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Tot ce mi-ai lasat acum, e doar vocea ta printr-un timpan,gemand;ma lasi in pustiu, doar eu cu mine,sa visez,sa sper,sa ma-ndoi de vesnicie;caci tu imi esti interzis.&lt;br /&gt;Tempoul vocii tale suna grav , imi este dor sa te mai privesc macar o data si sa fug stanjenita in abis.Vreau sa te cuprind in goliciunea inimii mele ca s-o implinesti, o inima de femeie,de rebela,de copila inca fata.Imi ridic privirea in fata cuvintelor tale ,stiloul e foaia,mintea e vocea,hartia e cuvantul ce mi l-ai gravat,adanc,direct in inima.&lt;br /&gt;Acum cad lin,lin,lin peste umarul tau putin ars de soare si cu privirea sa te lasi purtat de urma toculu meu; imagineaza-ti-l ca pe un cui strapuns direct in inima, ce-ti da fiori, te inspaimanta ,te omoara, dar asa e si dorinta mea,doare.&lt;br /&gt;Arcuirea mainii tale sau doar acea ridicare din spranceana ce-ti este caracteristica, imi poarta gandul intr-un tango salbatic, aproape mort al frunzelor de miozotis cazute-n viata mea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Adierea lina printe ramurile subtiri ale unui vant singuratic,parca imi raspunde intrebarilor mele puse inainte de vreme.Ma uit pe geam,parca te vad zambind,venind dinspre apus,dar imaginea relatata e doar o iluzie.Vad pasii tai pe trotuarul incalzit de soare si prin gesturile tale,pasari multe ti se aduna In cale.Caci tu esti raza,eu sunt furtuna.Desi timpul va raspunde enigmelor mele , vreau sa zic ca ceea ce mi-am imaginat eu nu e intr-un colt de iniam,ci la o rascruce de vanturi.&lt;br /&gt;Vad pasari ce danseaza lin in cer formand parca linii si coloane, simt adierea a naturii,mirosul frunzelor inca verzi,ma vad pe mine in vara.Totusi trista,desi a fost blanda m-a incununat de ura mai tarziu,nimic nu se lasa neplatit.&lt;br /&gt;Am zis “da” atunci cand trebuia sa zic “nu”,am riscat si am pierdut, am cazut apoi scuturandu-ma; m-am ridicat,am mers mai departe caci asa a vrut viata.&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc cum apa curgea lin, parca zicandu-mi o poveste, ma imbata cu sperante si poate ca din asta ma hraneam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Îţi dau cuvinte împrăştiate să le aduni undeva, departe, în timp. Acolo unde să nu ţi cont,de viaţă, ci doar de suflet. Îţi dau o inimă pt un suflet , unul care să iubească neştiind ce-i iubirea, să fie vulgar şi hain,bun, să viseze uitând să spere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Dar ma gandesc ca nu mai are niciun rost sa-ti arat ca ai existat vreodata, ca ai fost parte din vremea mea, ca am crescut alaturi de tine invatand sa fiu mai buna, mai corecta si sa trec peste inconveniente.Te salut de aici, din indepartatul prezent, si-ti scriu pentru a mai depana o data amintirile tale greu de uitat, dar nepasator de dureroase. Asa a inceput totul...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7079539901907388156-8077495409244166418?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/8077495409244166418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vrea-sa-am-un-inceput-dar-ura-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8077495409244166418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8077495409244166418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vrea-sa-am-un-inceput-dar-ura-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-9173383034269771547</id><published>2011-07-31T00:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:25:28.789+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Te salut de aici, din indepartatul prezent, si-ti scriu pentru a mai depana o data amintirile tale greu de uitat, dar nepasator de dureroase. Asa a inceput totul...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Prima noastră întâlnire , n-a fost deloc obişnuită, ci din contră , un fapt real al existenţei noastre, ne-a adus pe amândoi în acelaşi loc, la aceeaşi oră, dezarmând o confuzie de sentimente ; un ecou mut de priviri. Eu nu ştiu a sacrifica un sentiment;ci îl transpun în cuvinte,căci aşa e mai uşor să jonglezi cu ficţiunea pe care mi-o induci.&lt;br /&gt;O inima mica se descuraja de adierea verii, aceasta o coplesea, in fiinta arzandu-I un dor de “a iubi”.Mai ti minte ?Cand mergeam pe acea strada cu capul plecat si tu imi spuneai minciuni adolescentine?A scrie rânduri, nu e ceva simplu; a îngloba fiecare sentiment într-o succesiune de cuvinte bine alese; pentru a satisface o inimă doritoare. Îţi scriu această scenă de sentimente, pentru a-mi exterioriza cele mai bune, sau cele mai mişele gânduri,pe care latura umană, mi le-a dat pt tine.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, eşti o fiinta aparte apărută ca din senin în viata mea,ce ai ştiut să dai foc unei inimi ,care ştia doar să bată în ritmul acelor de ceasornic.Acum bate vioi..activ lăsând lumina să-I întregeasca viata.Vitrega de tot ce însemna fericire si iubire; acum descopera încet încet ca promisiunile facute odata,se adeveresc. Tu esti viata unui adevar, un mister fara sentimente, curajul unei nopti prefacuta in zi, o inchipuire a efemeritatii, un sadic raspuns al unei provocari.&lt;br /&gt;Îţi ating imaginaţia , cu voinţa mea de a te cuprinde în priviri.Am clipit scăpând amorul, în ceaţă, l-am pierdut, dar nu-l mai caut; îl găsesc în răspunsuri şi te vreau tot mai aproape. Am înţeles că o clipă nu e echivalentă cu o atingere, când mă ţi în braţe e de vis, nu unul pierdut pe valuri, ci unul trăit în amintiri. Sunt clipe în care imaginaţia îmi răspunde cu o întrebare. Timpul, mi te-a dat pe tine, nu e un miraj, sper că sunt fericită, defapt tu eşti condiţia fericirii mele. Printre sutele de furtuni, din inima mea, tu ai strecurat o rază, şi-ţi mulţumesc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Lasă-ţi calea încetoşată să vină la mine , să se întâlnească cu a mea; şi amândouă să pornească în nestire,undeva,departe, încat ziua să nu-ţi fie straină , iar noaptea s-o iubeşti mai mult. Esti o creatura efemera ce-mi dezvolta idei nebanuite , un inger satiric, o iluzie nedefinita a finite mele, esti universul de culoare din taramul meu de ploi ,esti ca noaptea de mai, de neuitat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Mana mea e mult prea josnica , iar cuvintele prin potrivirea lor pe care sper ca o voi alege, sa-ti rezeasca si tie amintirile,sau poate sentimentele mele.Nu sunt in masura a-ti spune ceva dumnezeiesc, dar as vrea sa sti ca e precoce a-ti spune ca cele mai misele sentimente, cum,renasc.Asa a inceput totul…”mi-ai incalzit mainile de sinceritate acuta pe care mi-am insusit-o nevinovateste din cauza frigului.Dupa un timp in capul meu rascoleam idei nebanuite , ocazia unui sarut plin de “indrazneala” se apropia asa ca, fara a sta pe ganduri m-am uitat la el,el la mine, ceva s-a intamplat. Sunt fericita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Stiu ca multe mi s-au intamplat pana acum, dar vreau s-o iau pas cu pas, vreau sa savurez fiecare clipa, sa nu ma grabesc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Fericirea mea tinea doar de nimicuri materiale si cateva felicitari primite in semn de multumire din partea unor persoane si nimic mai mult, acum fericirea mea tine de buna-starea ta daca tu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Ai acel zambet pe buze cat mai mult timp, mie nu imi mai trebuie nimic.Am ajuns sa imi dau seama ca...eu am mai iubit inainte,dar acest fel de iubire ma domina,ma face sa vreau mai mult,sa dau mai mult,sa fiu corecta,sa rad si sa zambesc pentru ca stiu ca asta ne ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum te-as fi asteptat de atata timp,ca si cum as fi facut numeroase greseli in trecut ca &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;acum sa-mi arati ca nu conteaza si ca prezentul e mult mai valors,pentru ne avem unul pe celalalt si ar fi atatea de spus...dar cum?&lt;br /&gt;Uite, nu am sa incerc sa te explic,nu pentru ca nu pot, dar mi-a ramas tiparit pe buze mii de saruturi, am urma unor calde imbratisari si amprenta inimii tale la mine in suflet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Gasesc perfectiune in iubire, in povestile de dragoste, in tot ce poate construii un om pe baza sentimentelor, numai ele stiu cum sa treaca peste ani,lasand un gust dulceag sau doar unul de multumire.&lt;br /&gt;E absolut minunat sa sti ca in gandul unei persoane, esti si tu, ca isi coboara sufletul asupra ta, ca are timp sa te priveasca in ochi si sa-ti infiripe un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Minunata numesc si flacara ce arde in interiorul fiecaruia , atunci cand dorinta de a te vedea e mai mai mare decat insasi flacara; imi umple inima si ia loc ratiunii.Acesta e inceputul a mi de zambete diferite; dupa ce mi-ai spus "noapte buna"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mai raman Treaza 5 minute &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;vazand cum m-ai schimbat si raman uimita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Fericirea mea tine de tine,invat sa te iubesc in fiecre zi, caci sunt atatea lucruri noi, incat nu m-as satura niciodata. As vrea sa intelegi ca m-ai fascinat din primul moment in care mi-ai dat dreptul la replica; felul in care iti alegi frazele, felul in care asculti si taci,cum imi dai sfaturi si exemple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Ai acoperit cu rabdarea ta o inima putin zburdalnica ce lupta pe doua fronturi: iubire si ura. Mi-ai aratat ce inseamna sa iubesti, sa trec de la banalul sentiment de atasament la sentimente mai profunde...De ce nu renunta marea la scoicile ei? Pentru ca de fiecare data cand le aduce la tarm, le ia inapoi, fara ele si-ar putea pierde farmecul. Asa sunt si eu, fara tine nu ar mai fi nimic interesant de spus despre mine, ma completezi si vreau sa sti ca orice s-ar intampla, oricat de mare ar fi distanta dintre noi, voi fi aici sa te iubesc, sa te astept, orice altceva inafara sa te pierd.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7079539901907388156-9173383034269771547?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/9173383034269771547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/te-salut-de-aici-din-indepartatul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9173383034269771547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9173383034269771547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/te-salut-de-aici-din-indepartatul.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-7274136413439630738</id><published>2011-07-10T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:30:16.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!</title><content type='html'>"L'amour est l'histoire &amp;nbsp;de la vie des femmes, c'est un episode dans celle des hommes "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu are rost sa dau vina pe tine,pe mine, nu dau vina pe cineva anume; tind doar sa-ti multumesc pentru tot, pentru clipele alea frumoase,cate au fost, pentru mesaje, pentru faptul ca o perioada m-am simtit speciala, acum tind sa cred ca nu am fost atat de speciala pe cat ziceai; poate ma insel, poate mai mult ca sigur..nu.&lt;br /&gt;Poate sunt o "drama queen", si exagerez dar daca tie iti e mai bine asa, accept asta, dupa opinia mea, am facut deja destule, ne ne potrivim, suntem inca la varsta cand "tot ce zboara se mananca" dar eu vreau sa cresc, si se pare ca nu pot creste odata cu tine.Sunt orgolioasa, am momente cand nu ma simt bine, am momente cand vreau doar sa fiu tinuta in brate, sau cand iti spun despre probemele mele ca sa ma descarc nu ca sa fiu inteleasa sau sa astept sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;Asta sunt eu, si daca am vrut sa ma schimb, am facut-o pentru "noi" si uite ca am gresit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV-zzojbtfA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV-zzojbtfA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Gracias por todos los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;momentos hermosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que estaban entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;nosotros, pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que es mucho mejor asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-7274136413439630738?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/7274136413439630738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7274136413439630738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7274136413439630738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/07/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html' title='Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-671120894077915293</id><published>2011-06-15T19:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:59:35.816+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu'/><title type='text'>Dragostea are un singur nume : noi</title><content type='html'>Nu suntem perfecti si acest lucru a linistit omenirea pentru ceva vreme; sunt mult prea ocupati cu tehnologia decat sa descopere perfectiune in lucruri banale. Pentru mine, acest cuvant inseamna mult prea putin spus; iese mecanic atunci cand ceva iti capteaza atentia intr-un mod placut si iti aduce aminte de cineva/ceva/un loc/un moment.&lt;br /&gt;Ma dezgusta sa vad cum fiecare dintre noi suntem rapusi de un lucru material pentru un animit interval de timp, formandu-ne acea falsa prima impresie; gasesc perfectiune in gandirea unui om cult, un om cu o inteligenta sclipitoare, care stie sa se impuna cu succes. Asa se intampla si cu rasa umana, a fost creata sa dea iluzii, sa spulbere asteptari; niciodata nu poti sti ce e in mintea unui om, dar uneori putem fi previzibili, prea mult poate.&lt;br /&gt;Gasesc perfectiune in iubire, in povestile de dragoste, in tot ce poate construii un om pe baza sentimentelor, numai ele stiu cum sa treaca peste ani,lasand un gust dulceag sau doar unul de multumire.&lt;br /&gt;E absolut minunat sa sti ca in gandul unei persoane, esti si tu, ca isi coboara sufletul asupra ta, ca are timp sa te priveasca in ochi si sa-ti infiripe un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Minunata numesc si flacara ce arde in interiorul fiecaruia , atunci cand dorinta de a-l vedea e mai mai mare decat insasi flacara; iti umple inima si ia loc ratiunii.Acesta e inceputul a mi de zambete diferite; dupa ce ti-a spus "noapte buna" sa mai ramai treaz 5 minute si sa vezi cum te-a schimbat si sa te lasi uimit.&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea mea tine de tine,invat sa te iubesc in fiecre zi, caci sunt atatea lucruri noi, incat nu m-as satura niciodata. As vrea sa intelegi ca m-ai fascinat din primul moment in care mi-ai dat dreptul la replica; felul in care iti alegi frazele, felul in care asculti si taci,cum imi dai sfaturi si exemple, mai pe scurt , tot.&lt;br /&gt;Ai acoperit cu rabdarea ta o inima putin zburdalnica ce lupta pe doua fronturi: iubire si ura. Mi-ai aratat ce inseamna sa iubesti, sa trec de la banalul sentiment de atasament la sentimente mai profunde...De ce nu renunta marea la scoicile ei? Pentru ca de fiecare data cand le aduce la tarm, le ia inapoi, fara ele si-ar putea pierde farmecul. Asa sunt si eu, fara tine nu ar mai fi nimic interesant de spus despre mine, ma completezi si vreau sa sti ca orice s-ar intampla, oricat de mare ar fi distanta dintre noi, voi fi aici sa te iubesc, sa te astept, orice altceva inafara sa te pierd, nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce scriu e despre tine si cu tine in gand, in inima si aproape de mine sunt mai puternica ca niciodata.Bun venit in viata mea !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-671120894077915293?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/671120894077915293/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/06/dragostea-are-un-singur-nume-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/671120894077915293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/671120894077915293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/06/dragostea-are-un-singur-nume-noi.html' title='Dragostea are un singur nume : noi'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3156717191143473748</id><published>2011-06-04T21:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:45:27.847+03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 zile si ceva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;E ciudat fiecare gand care imi zburda prin minte, sau fiecare rima care mai rasareste uneori ca sa-mi confirme ca totusi nu mi-am uitat deprinderile si la fel de ciudat e ca...nu imi gasesc cuvintele de multe ori,mai ales acum,mai ales cand vine vorba de el,mai ales acum cand iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Fericirea mea tinea doar de nimicuri materiale si cateva felicitari primite in semn de multumire din partea unor persoane si nimic mai mult, acum fericirea mea tine de buna-starea lui; daca el are acel zambet pe buze cat mai mult timp, mie nu imi mai trebuie nimic.Am ajuns sa imi dau seama ca...eu am mai iubit inainte,dar acest fel de iubire ma domina,ma face sa vreau mai mult,sa dau mai mult,sa fiu corecta,sa rad si sa zambesc pentru ca stiu ca asta ne ajuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;E ca si cum l-as fi asteptat de atata timp,ca si cum as fi facut numeroase greseli in trecut ca el acum sa-mi arate ca nu conteaza si ca prezentul e mult mai valors,pentru ne avem unul pe celalalt si ar fi atatea de spus...dar cum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Uite, nu am sa incerc sa te explic,nu pentru ca nu pot, dar mi-a ramas tiparit pe buze mii de saruturi, am urma unor calde imbratisari si amprenta inimii tale la mine in suflet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Toate astea sunt cuvinte, nu au prea mult sens,rost,dar simt nevoia sa-ti spun tie/tuturor ca iubesc, si e minunat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Nu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Tu esti minunat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3156717191143473748?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3156717191143473748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/06/12-zile-si-ceva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3156717191143473748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3156717191143473748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/06/12-zile-si-ceva.html' title='12 zile si ceva'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3383893355703827381</id><published>2011-05-31T20:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:53:37.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you swear that you'll always be mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lasă-ţi calea încetoşată să vină la mine , să se întâlnească cu a mea; şi amândouă să pornească în nestire,undeva,departe, încat ziua să nu-ţi fie straină , iar noaptea s-o iubeşti mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nu stiu cum ai intrat in inima mea..defapt nici nu vreau sa stiu..pentru ca tot ce-mi doresc acum am...adica pe tine.Stiu ca e ciudat...stiu ca totul s-a intamplat mult prea repede si poate ca si asta ne deruteaza....dar nu te voi lasa sa pleci...nu acum cand am inceput sa tin enorm de mult la tn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Poate ca tu inca ma crezi un copil prostut ce pune suflet mult prea repede; dar ce rost ar mai avea adolescenta,fara intamplari ce ne marcheaza intr-un mod bun sau rau continuarea maturizarii noastre?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Poate e iubire...si poate oricum deja e.Tot ce ma intereseaza a stii e ca nu te-as putea ranii niciodata caci in fata ta ma simt slaba, cu o singura privire sau un zambet..reusesti sa ma impaci.Atunci,oare...cine sa mai aiba pretentia de a imi zice sa iubesc rational?! Cred ca nimeni,caci deja stiu si incep sa simt ca voi iubii haotic;vara ne asteapta si noi vom sti sa profitam de ea;defapt noi vom sti in urmatoarele luni daca ne meritam efortul sau daca puterea amintirilor ce le vom avea...vor atarna mai greu in balanta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I will stay by you forever :X !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3383893355703827381?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3383893355703827381/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-swear-that-youll-always-be.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3383893355703827381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3383893355703827381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-swear-that-youll-always-be.html' title='Would you swear that you&apos;ll always be mine?'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-6361924013250749083</id><published>2011-05-22T09:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T09:34:02.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multe cuvinte...de folos! "E trecutul tau...invata-l...asumati-l"</title><content type='html'>Amintirile nu pleaca, ele alearga,calatoresc cu tine in fantezia numita viata; iti imbogatesc simtirea si te pierd printre ani.Este iluzia unei inimi,imaginarul simtirii si da mainii litere si litere sau franturi de realitati.Calitatea ei este ca te face sa le uiti pe cele nepotrivnice,iar cele bune iti raman tiparite in suflet ca o panza de paianjen, atat de fragila.Amintirile devin difuze in timp,incepem sa uitam momente ce odata ne faceau sa vibram de emotie,sa visam cu ochii deschisi; pasii gresiti si drumurile mai scurte, toate acestea raman acolo, ca un film vechi,alb-negru si mut.&lt;br /&gt;Varsta isi spune cuvantul in cele mai multe aspecte,este o consecinta a vietii pe care am dus-o: multe amintiri frumoase-o batranete placuta, amintiri crude si viata mult prea incercata-putine amintiri mai tarziu.Ratiunea nu ne lasa sa ne aducem aminte ceea ce ne-a ranit, este un fel de "buton" care s-a stricat si a ramas pe "uitare".&lt;br /&gt;Toti avem un loc in care gandurile ni se limpezesc,in care gasim relaxarea si putem iesi cu usurinta din rutina obositoare a unei vieti sociale ostile.Orasul natal devine un fel de axa, daca ne indepartam de ea e ca si cum ne-am nega dreptul la fericire, caci toate actiunile noastre se vor tine strans si vor avea o legatura afectiva de mare amploare cu acest loc,toate isi vor gasi rezolvare acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu mi-am lasat o parte din mine la vreo 200km de aici,si nu ca am vrut eu, asta e cursul vietii,trebuie urmat; consider ca a avea o viata dubla sau a fi o persoana dubla nu e ceva iesit din comun,toti suntem asa,numai ca trebuie sa stim cum sa adaptam acest lucru pentru binele nostru.&lt;br /&gt;Toate au pana la urma un rost al lor, dar pana il voi gasi pe al meu,imi voi pune gandurile aici !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-6361924013250749083?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/6361924013250749083/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/multe-cuvintede-folos-e-trecutul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6361924013250749083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6361924013250749083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/multe-cuvintede-folos-e-trecutul.html' title='Multe cuvinte...de folos! &quot;E trecutul tau...invata-l...asumati-l&quot;'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2088666551775940115</id><published>2011-05-04T18:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:59:26.238+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar o alta seara...in care astept sa suni</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Incerc sa ma mint singura, in fiecare zi, ca sunt fericita, dar nu, acea sclipire din ochi imi mai palpaie vag.Banii nu imi cumpara fericirea,nici nu o intretin, doar ma fac sa ma simt mai singura decat sunt.E atat de trist ca la sfarsitul unei zile, sa derulezi evenimentele si sa vezi ca tot ce-ai facut nu e din inima, ci monoton si fara viata, e cumplit ca la sfarsitul unei zile sa iti dai seama ca in inima ta e un mare gol, pe care nimeni nu se arata dispus sa-l umple.Oare ce e mai rau, distanta dintre doi oameni sau distanta masurata in kilometrii?Cum i-ai spune, distanta ramane acel impediment care va exista mereu intre noi oameni care incearca ceva, dar ceea ce vor porneste din minte, din nevoie, nu din suflet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; E doar o alta ora in care ma chinuie gandul ca nu stiu unde imi e locul in aceasta lume si remuscarea ca am multe lucruri pe care le-am facut gresit, totul ma urmareste ca o umbra.Incep sa cred ca imi e dat sa nu cunosc fericirea si &amp;nbsp;ma cufund intr-un fel tristete marcata de un egoism si un orgoliu nemarginit.Degeaba imi mangai trupul daca nu sti sa-mi captezi sufletul, ca si cum ai prinde un fluture, dar nu ai blandetea necesara pentru a-l face sa stea si singur pe varful degetului tau.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Degeaba imi promiti ca o sa fie bine, daca la prima incercare te dai cu un pas inapoi ;si asa imi e scris: fericirea nu o voi mai cunoaste va ramane un subiect pus pe locul doi; daca ar fi sa primesc tot ce imi "pofteste " inima, daca nu esti langa mine atunci cand cad, atunci cand ma simt pustiita/sleita/secata de puteri, totul va fi doar un joc mascat de un zambet fals de multumire.Si daca imi soptesti cuvinte dulci, iar a doua zi ma trateaza indiferenta, ce rezolvi?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; O femeie trebuie sa simta ca este iubita si ca ceea ce face sau ceea ce ofera nu e in zadar.Asa sunt barbatii, ei ne mint pentru a-si demonstra masculinitatea, o dovada ca inca mai pot; niciodata sa nu crezi in vorbele unui barbat, sau sa tinzi sa crezi ca spun un lucru si nu se indoiesc de el.Imi e atat de sila de cuvintele voastre, dar se pare ca inima vrea sa le creada mai mereu, ea nu stie ca va fi un puzzle, ea nu gandeste, actioneaza pe baza de stimuli si instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cu toate astea,daca nu ar fi barbatii,nu am avea despre ce sa scriem sau cui sa ii ducem dorul.Vezi, si tu imi lipsesti mie, poate mult prea mult, daca as lasa sa se vada asta de fiecare data, m-ai considera slaba, tu nu vrei o femeie slaba, tu vrei una care sa te inteleaga orice ai face.Atunci cand ma tii in breate ma simt cel mai bine, pentru ca acolo sunt ocrotita si totodata aproape de inima ta, asa ca las-o sa bata si pentru mine !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-2088666551775940115?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2088666551775940115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/doar-o-alta-searain-care-astept-sa-suni.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2088666551775940115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2088666551775940115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/05/doar-o-alta-searain-care-astept-sa-suni.html' title='Doar o alta seara...in care astept sa suni'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-9000512716345970109</id><published>2011-04-18T16:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:04:25.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mai ti minte cum ne-am cunoscut ?Acele zambete aruncate pe furis, acea calda strangere de mana,cuvinte aruncate atat de inocent pe buze, poate ca a fost doar curiozitate, tind sa cred ca a fost altceva...ceva ce ne-a fost dat sa traim in suflet...iar acum din amintiri.Mai ti minte acea plimbare? Atat de misterioasa, ne hraneam din zambete si cuvinte, si banca aia care ne pastreaza in taina toate secretele si melodiile de care am pomenit, ce mereu or sa-mi aminteasca de tine.Pastrez in suflet un sarut atat de dulce, un " te fur si nu te las sa pleci " sau acel inumarat al zilelor ce aveau sa mi te ia...definitiv.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nu pot sa spun ca imi e bine, te-as minti, nu vreau sa te ranesc iar,stiu...deja am facut-o o data.Imi e greu fara tine si fara zambetul tau cald si stiu ca nu ai vrut sa-mi iei nimic...dar cand ai plecat, ai luat o inima dupa tine, si jur ca nu o vreau inapoi, pentru ca stiu ca nimeni nu va avea atata grija de ea, asa cum faci tu. Iti multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vreau sa vi acasa, am atata nevoie de tine, vreau sa te strang in brate, sa te privesc doar, sa-ti fur un zambet,sa-ti pun cuvinte pe buze.Am inceput sa urasc distanta asta, stiu ca mereu esti cu mine: aici in suflet, si vreau sa sti ca orice ai fi eu sunt aici, am sa astept oricat, doar sa-ti fie tie bine, si sa fi tu fericit si multumit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-9000512716345970109?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/9000512716345970109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/04/ti-minte-cum-ne-am-cunoscut-acele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9000512716345970109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/9000512716345970109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/04/ti-minte-cum-ne-am-cunoscut-acele.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2855016544820637567</id><published>2011-04-16T17:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:48:25.978+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGISLr9s_ZU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGISLr9s_ZU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-2855016544820637567?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2855016544820637567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2855016544820637567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2855016544820637567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4936356077494476024</id><published>2011-03-30T21:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:28:57.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un 25.10.2010 In 30.03.2011</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I could read your mind to find how you feel about me.&lt;br /&gt;1.Poate ceea ce vreau eu nu e nici 1% din ceea ce iti doresti tu, sau poate ca orgoliul te impinge la lucruri nebanuite.Dar cine sunt eu sa iti cer socoteala?Timpul isi va spune cuvantul, si la mine sa nu te mai intorci, ca n-am sa fiu acolo sau intoarce-te inainte sa inchid ochii si sa adorm, imi e teama ca maine ai sa ajungi prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;2.Poate ca in incercarea de a-ti deslusii indiferenta, am picat intr-un gand salbatic.Imi e dor sa te privesc, macar putin, chiar daca stiu ca iti vei schimba directia privirii; sau imi e dor sa cred ca in mintea ta, e loc si pentru mine, dar nu e, si cel mai greu e sa ma obisnuiesc cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;3.Poate ca nu am ajuns sa semnific decat iluzie pentru tine, sau o raceala de care numai scapi, si asa sunt un "paduche..." si continuarea o stim doar noi.&lt;br /&gt;4.Poate ca imi e mult prea dor sa-mi spui "mamicu" si sa ma las purtata de un zambet prostesc, si asa...asta la ce ajuta?Iti vor schimba vreodata cuvintele,atitudinea?...ma indoiesc, sau macar, ma amagesc incercand sa fac asta.&lt;br /&gt;5.Poate ca ma simt atrasa de ceea ce mi-am imaginat ,ceea ce am sperat...doar eu, tu nu erai pe acolo, mintea ta alerga prin alte lumi.&lt;br /&gt;Sti, inca imi mai amintesc de acele zile in care vorbeam seara la telefon, si stateam pe balcon, sau cand ne vedeam fugitiv, pentur ca amandoi vroiam "pupa".&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa te las sa-mi iei extazul zilei de maine, sau azi sa ma ridici, maine sa ma aduci unde eram...nu vreau sa te mai las sa pleci...dar daca ma vei rani, indeparteaza-te, am sa inteleg la un moment dat; pana atunci..iti las ce am mai bun !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-4936356077494476024?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4936356077494476024/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-25102010-in-30032011.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4936356077494476024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4936356077494476024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-25102010-in-30032011.html' title='Un 25.10.2010 In 30.03.2011'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4667755161759974072</id><published>2011-03-23T20:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:02:34.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Prin chipuri nedeslusite, prin imagini nebunesti si secunde ce se scurg fara rost..sunt bulversata de o mana de sentimente ici,colo presarate peste nimic.Am incercat sa creez un tot din 0, ce lucru nebunesc...cum oare sa iubesc fara incredere? Am creat o iluzie dintr-un zambet, poate ca aparentele prevesteau ceva mult prea frumos, dar la ivirea realitatii acea iluzie a murit, definitiv.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hai sa fim toti ironici si nepasatori si egoisti, sa vedem ce iese; am fost o inconstienta, sa spun cuvinte mari pe care oricum tu nu le intelegi, sa imi deschid sufletul si sa nu-ti pese, da-mi daruiesc inima pe gratis si sa nu o vrei, sa iti spun in fiecare minut al existentei mele ca esti minunat si ca sunt o norocoasa sa te am...si tu sa ramai la toate rece.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Iarta-ma, n-am stiut ca la un moment dat, caldura mea iti va face rau, n-am crezut ca o sa poti sa treci asa cu vederea peste tot, pur si simplu ai sters totul printr-un "poate".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mi-ai vandut iluzii, crede-ma nu am nevoie de ele,macar de mascai acest teatru prin cuvine, acum stiam ce sa regret, caci nu stiu. "Niciun bine nu se lasa neplatit !" cata dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ai fost o iluzie de care acum ma eliberez, poate ma doare, dar m-ar durea mai tare daca as sti ca maine imi vei reprosa totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;bienvenue dans="" ma...="" réalité!!!=""&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/bienvenue&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-4667755161759974072?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4667755161759974072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4667755161759974072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4667755161759974072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/bienvenue-dans-ma-realite.html' title='Bienvenue dans ma... réalité!!!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2734891554413969889</id><published>2011-03-14T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:59:46.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curios ...dar frumos !!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctXYJFGIgpw&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-2734891554413969889?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2734891554413969889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/curios-dar-frumos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2734891554413969889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2734891554413969889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/curios-dar-frumos.html' title='Curios ...dar frumos !!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3510243435301895986</id><published>2011-03-14T16:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:47:27.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>another now !</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Azi ma gandeam la vechiul proverb " nu da porumbelul din mana pentru cioara de pe gard" si dupa cum probabil stiti, lucrurile la mine sunt invers..mereu au fost invers, poate e mai bine asa...sunt speciala. Am dat cioara din mana pentru porumbelul de pe gard, si sunt convinsa ca am luat decizia potrivita. Probabil ca tot ce scriu acum nu are nicio noima,aberez, si vreau eu acuma sa schimb cate ceva, dar mai presus de toate : sunt Fericita.si e atat de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E frumos sa sti ca o anumita persoana se gandeste la tine, si ca te saruta si zambeste, si ca ii place sa te tina in brate, si cand te acopera cu chestii de astea dulci, te incalzeste, exact ca o patura &amp;nbsp;sau o ciocolata calda iarna.Din punctul meu de vedere, cel mai frumos lucru intr-o relatie e acel sms de dimineata cu " `Neata:-*" si cel de seara cu "Noapte buna:-*"asa iti incepi ziua cu bine si o termini Fabulos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fericirea inseamna o vorba calda de 3 ori pe zi, un sarut luat pe furis si multa conversatie, cine si-ar putea dorii mai mult? Eu una nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3510243435301895986?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3510243435301895986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3510243435301895986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3510243435301895986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-now.html' title='another now !'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-2933970726692339627</id><published>2011-03-11T21:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:28:04.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Norocul vine si pleaca, daca nu sti sa-l valorifici la timp, iti ratezi sansa, iar daca o apuci de-un picior, e numai a ta.Eu sunt o norocoasa, si pot spune asta cu voce tare, fara sa-mi fie teama ca o sa gresesc.Atunci cand te simti singur si ai nevoie de cineva alaturi, se intampla o minune, ca in cazul meu. Aveam nevoie de cuvinte magice ca sa imi dau seama, aveam nevoie de o singura privire pentru a ma indragostii.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sunt fericita, in final pot spune ca zambesc datorita cuiva ce a stiut sa imi fure un suras atunci cand am cazut pe ganduri, ce a stiut sa ma uimeasca intr-un mod placut, ce a stiut sa ma faca sa-mi fie cald, chiar daca imi era frig.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O privire poate face multe,in cazul nostru a facut destule, m-ai facut sa imi fie dor de tine dupa nici o zi, nu am sa te las sa pleci.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bun venit in viata mea !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-2933970726692339627?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/2933970726692339627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/vine-si-pleaca-daca-nu-sti-sa-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2933970726692339627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/2933970726692339627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/vine-si-pleaca-daca-nu-sti-sa-l.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-7719790888372509461</id><published>2011-03-10T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:46:35.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De-am fi iubiti asa cum vrem noi, ce bine ar fi. Uneori primim iubire chiar daca nu o meritam sau poate ca nici noi nu facem nimic pentru ea, aici intervine intrebarea: Ce este mai potrivita, o iubire&amp;nbsp; "linistita" sau o iubire iesita din tipar? In cazul meu, e de preferat o iubire care apare din senin, poate la prima vedere, care te zdruncina&amp;nbsp;intr-un mod placut si-ti da acea uimitoare incredere in sine. Oare gresesc? Uni ar putea spune : " astea sunt copilarii de care tu, chiar nu ai nevoie , mai tarziu vei regreta sau vei ramane cu o amintire banala. Altii : e frumos sa iubesti si sa oferi totul fara a te gandi la viitor Oare cum e mai bine ? Sa iubesti cu capul sau cu inima? Suntem noi oare influentati de aceste trairi pozitive sau negative pentru a avea o gandire "sanatoasa" ?Cine stie... peste ani si ani voi prefera o relatie pasnica, probabil ca atunci voi deveni o sedentara, o monotona. Oare iubirea e un subiect deja depasit ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-7719790888372509461?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/7719790888372509461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-am-fi-iubiti-asa-cum-vrem-noi-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7719790888372509461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7719790888372509461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-am-fi-iubiti-asa-cum-vrem-noi-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-8885590507190849674</id><published>2011-03-07T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:51:24.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>07.03.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Uneori in sufletul meu au loc schimbari majore, spre exemplu azi: m-am trezit dintr-un somn ce ma bantuia de mult timp.Acest somn a fost atat de profund incat m-a facut sa nu-mi mai doresc sa ma trezesc poate, niciodata, dar a venit vremea unei desteptari mult prea matinale, asa a fost mai bine.Vezi tu, unii oameni pot iubi neconditionat, pot trece cu vederea orice greseala, la noi au fost prea multe,una dupa alta si-au creat un munte pe care nu-l pot darama asa de usor,mai bine zis...niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Iti multumesc pentru acele momente placute, putine la numar intr-o perioada atat de indelungata, dar sa sti ca le pastrez.Ziceam intr-un post ca suntem asemenea unei seringi...intr-adevar am fost...s-a terminat, s-a scurs si ultima picatura. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imi va fi dor de acele conversatii lungi pline de "nimic", doar copilarii, te-am iubit,&amp;nbsp;si nu imi e teama sa o zic, vezi...mie nu-mi e teama asa cum ti-a fost tie. 2 cuvinte mult prea mari pentru tine, mult prea importante pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;N-am sa inchei cu " Iti las ce-am mai bun!" caci acum recuperez...Sa ai un drum...al meu e pavat cu fericire !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-8885590507190849674?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-6425943060243390665</id><published>2011-03-07T20:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:38:39.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vrea sa am zborul lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo,pe un nor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si s-ajung la tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti spun cat mi-e de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, ma alungi de-acolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si plec cu zborul frant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-un sentiment aparte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi da ura,nu cuvant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine zbor in pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste visurile mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci sunt singurele ce tac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand inima mi-o cere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca un fluture hoinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat e ziua de lunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa rup tacerea vietii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu moartea ce m-alunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decat sa n-am pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ganduri si-n simtiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine efemeritate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand viata e un chin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-6425943060243390665?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/6425943060243390665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-vrea-sa-am-zborul-lin-acolope-un-nor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Cum rozele se duc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum anii ma imbata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ploaia aduce vant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar sufletu-mi viseaza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nunta-n luna Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si inima te cheama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cel mai dulce grai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te chem din nou la mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa-mi saruti privirea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ochii mintii-n noapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi acopere gandirea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu mana sa-mi atingi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandirea intr-o noapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand febra lunii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incet,subtil,ma arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne luam de mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dansand tangoul ploii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde anii sunt nimicuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar noi suntem actorii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Calatorule, ce stai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aici, la stanca mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai chemat tacerea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiindu-mi tarana grea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din umbra lunii trece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vantul pe pamant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum este rece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si trist, al meu mormant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-8199360524261429195?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/8199360524261429195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/03/m-am-dus-in-nefiinta-ca-un-inger.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Asa rasare-o floare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incercant sa desfaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steaua vietii-n cale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite cum iubirea mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ce in ce mai mica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a pogorat putin.putin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si inima-n mi-e frica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite cum sperantele de-apoi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a naruit mai toate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite cum noi doi a fost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate intro zi sau poate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-1006178258146066791?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/1006178258146066791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sa-nebunesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raza lunii sa dispara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dispar si eu cu ea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci iubirea te doboara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu iubire vei urca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu disperi si doare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar e suferinta ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea te lasa, ea te-aduna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot cu ea tu vei pleca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa-mi cu mana de pe soare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa stiu ca-n viata ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-a aparut luna care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poveste-n sfera mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-1833049867599230346?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/1833049867599230346/comments/default' title='Postare 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-7826880438931845269</id><published>2011-02-06T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:58:37.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudat...esti tu !</title><content type='html'>Uneori relatiile incep puternic, si te gandesti ca merita sa pui suflet pentru ca incepi sa ti la acea persoana extraordinar de mult, te dedici trup si suflet ca totul sa mearga bine si buff...se intampla ceva!...&lt;br /&gt;Uite in cazul meu...a plecat; nu asta doare cel mai tare, ci din contra faptul ca e atat de indiferent incat ma atrage enerom.E dulce exact ca un copil, a stiut cum sa-mi vorbeasca ca sa-mi intre la suflet, m-a facut sa am incredere in mine iar, sa pot zambii iar,sa incep sa tin cu adevarat la cineva iar.....&lt;br /&gt;Sti cat de mult imi lipsesti ?&lt;br /&gt;Sti ca as da orice ca totul sa fie ca inainte?Nu vreau sa te pierd si pe tine.De cand ai plecat tot ce stiu e sa maschez o tristete si sa ma prefac ca sunt fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa fiu fericita cand stiu ca tu esti acolo, nu-mi dai niciun semn de viata,ma eviti si nici macar nu mi-ai zis de ce....Cu ce am gresit ?&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca ceea ce faci e cu un motiv, caci sincer....doare...poate mai mult decat ar trebui..Imi lipsesti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-7826880438931845269?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/7826880438931845269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2011/02/ciudatesti-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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red;"&gt;Hmm este un baiat [normal] ce l-am cunoscut acum :-? putin timp dintr-o prostie, frumos,nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inca raman uimita , pentru ca in 8 zile a reusit ce n-au reusit altii in 4-5 luni, a pus asa un ser in seringa, mi-a deschis sufletul, mi l-a injectat si acum ma hreanesc din ceea ce se numeste "noi". El e un univers de culoare in plina toamna, e un fel de albatru pe langa rosu, caci punandu-le impreuna iese mov [ culoarea mea preferata].&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;zodie de apa [ just like me] si ma intelege, ma tachineaza ca sunt raraita, are 3 gropite in obrajori&amp;nbsp; si are un zambet superb, poate ca toate astea m-au atras atat de mult incat i-am picat in plasa asa de repede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Uneori ma enerveaza, alteori ma enerveaza mult prea mult si sincera sa fiu...asta imi place la nebunie, ma incanta, ma fascineaza , iar ochii lui sunt de o culoare nedefinita: Maro-verzui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ehh...se ma intampla nu?... Se mai indragosteste omu`..dar tu chiar esti special. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-5730018818173238851?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/5730018818173238851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-new.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/5730018818173238851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/5730018818173238851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-8683914554378004761</id><published>2010-10-04T20:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:05:29.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea ca si respectul, se castiga si se merita !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Toate inceputurile au o doza de nebunie la inceput, e frumos sa te uiti in ochii persoanei iubite sa-i simti caldura si simplitatea cu care de invaluie.A fi fericit e un dar nepretuit, pe care toti il lasam intr-un colt de lume; ajungand sa-l dorim numai&amp;nbsp; atunci cand destinul ne fura iubirea.Oare de ce ?Natura umana este cea mai josnica forma de adevar, caci raneste atunci cand are tot, prefera sa sufere atunci e fericit, adora sa se chinuie cand totul merge bine.De ce?Deoarece viata este o continua lupta cu ratiunea si sufletul.Singurul mod in care omul este fericit este suferinta, prin suferinta inveti sa iubesti, sa ierti, sa oferi sanse celor ce te-au ranit. Cum ar fi viata fara suferinta? Cumplita. Cum inveti sa zambesti daca nu suferi, daca nu plangi, daca nu esti dezamagit? Ar fi o fericire falsa, suferinta face fericirea sa para perfecta, acel efemer devine un lucru sacru de care te poti bucura din suflet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;N-am sa va urez sa fiti fericiti, am sa va urez doar atat: Suferinta e parte din fericirea voastra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Fericirea mea consta intr-o succesiune de emotii traite in trecut si faptele din prezent de care ma pot bucura.Am invatat din propriile-mi greseli&amp;nbsp; dar as mai gresii macar o data de-as stii ca pot iubii ca la inceput.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-8683914554378004761?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/8683914554378004761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/10/iubirea-ca-si-respectul-se-castiga-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8683914554378004761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8683914554378004761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/10/iubirea-ca-si-respectul-se-castiga-si.html' title='Iubirea ca si respectul, se castiga si se merita !!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-7848155624271347267</id><published>2010-09-12T22:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:46:28.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adio iti las ce-am mai bun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;"Privim ferestre de mister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Iar gandurile ne-au apus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Caci toamna ti-a raspuns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Enigmelor de ieri. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Oare de ce imi e dat sa iubesc atat de mult? Intrebare la care nici tu nu-mi poti raspunde,ai incetat sa mai speri,sa crezi in noi,acum ceata ne invaluie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Tu ai plecat cu trenul tau intr-o toamna tarziu aparuta, te-ai invaluit in fum, lasandu-mi inima incalcita, innodata,secatuira de puteri,dar totodata &amp;nbsp;plina de dorinta si amoruri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;N-ai inteles sau poate n-ai vrut sa vezi iubirea &amp;nbsp;mea, cu fiecare zi mai mare,cu fiecare cearta mai puternica,cu fiecare amintire mai dornica; ai preferat s-o lasi acolo , la pamant &amp;nbsp;si-n suflet sa-ti sadesti indiferenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Asta e pacatul meu,iubesc, ai reusit sa-mi iei tot,inima,gandul,sarutul furat pe 1 iulie,obiceiurile,dansul,sa ma dezarmezi,mi-ai furat inocenta,tot ce aveam mai bun e la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Un singur lucru mi-ai lasat :speranta ca intr-o zi te vei uita peste umarul tau si vei vedea ca sunt acolo,mereu am fost,mereu voi fi.Gata sa te iau in brate si sa-ti spun iar "matule",sa te sarut, sa-ti ridic privirea cu mana,sa te lasi ajutat;imi e dor de multe,dar timpul ne-a judecat gresit.Adio iti las ce-am mai bun !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-7848155624271347267?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/7848155624271347267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/privim-ferestre-de-mister-iar-gandurile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7848155624271347267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/7848155624271347267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/privim-ferestre-de-mister-iar-gandurile.html' title='Adio iti las ce-am mai bun'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3227876966654404025</id><published>2010-09-09T19:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:33:48.957+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns' N 'Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TIkLqhSp8RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MK8ODqSL3q0/s1600/Guns%20N'%20Roses%20wallpaper%20(7).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TIkLqhSp8RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MK8ODqSL3q0/s320/Guns%2520N%2527%2520Roses%2520wallpaper%2520(7).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guns' N 'Roses :X&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Trupa ce-si are originea in Los Angeles,California.genul muzical fiind : hard rock. A luat fiinta in anul 1985 din unirea a 2 grupuri importante ale Hollywood-ului : L.A.Guns si Hollywood Rose.Primul concert avand loc pe data de 26 martie 1985 [ Troubador ].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1987 au avut parte de locul I in SUA cu piesa: Appetite for Distruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Membrii trupei: Axl Rose,Richard Frortus,Tommy Sinson,Frank Ferver,Dizzy Reed,Chris Pitman,Bryan Mantia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Premii obtinute: anul- 1988 - Best New Artist cu piesa Welcome to the jungle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Favorite Pop/Rock&amp;nbsp;Single&amp;nbsp;cu piesa Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1989 - Best Heavy Metal Video cu piesa Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; 1990 - Favorite Heavy Metal / Hard Rock &amp;amp; Album =&amp;gt; Appetite for Destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; 1992 - Best Cinematography cu piesa November Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; 1993&amp;nbsp;- Best Selling Hard Rock Artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3227876966654404025?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3227876966654404025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/guns-n-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3227876966654404025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3227876966654404025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/guns-n-roses.html' title='Guns&apos; N &apos;Roses'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TIkLqhSp8RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MK8ODqSL3q0/s72-c/Guns%2520N%2527%2520Roses%2520wallpaper%2520(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3994189321735099226</id><published>2010-09-09T12:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:34:31.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'>V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Te salut de aici, din indepartatul present, si-ti scriu pentru a mai depana o data amintirile tale greu de uitat, dar nepasator de dureroase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Mai ti minte cand cerul incerca sa devina cineva? Exact atunci a inceput totul, o inima mica se descuraja de adierea verii, aceasta o coplesea, in fiinta arzandu-I un dor de “a iubi”.Mai ti minte? Cand mergeam pe acea strada cu capul plecat si tu imi spuneai minciuni adolescentine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Esti o creatura efemera ce-mi dezvolta idei nebanuite , un inger satiric, o iluzie nedefinita a finite mele, esti universul de culoare din taramul meu de ploi ,esti ca noaptea de mai, de neuitat.Tu esti viata unui adevar, un mister fara sentimente, curajul unei nopti prefacuta in zi, o inchipuire a efemeritatii, un sadic raspuns al unei provocari, esti trecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Motivul real al acestor randuri este faptul ca eul meu debordant nu ma lasa nici macar o clipa fara a-mi exprima si cele mai ascunse ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Mana mea e mult prea josnica , iar cuvintele prin potrivirea lor pe care sper ca o voi alege, sa-ti rezeasca si tie amintirile,sau poate sentimentele mele.Nu sunt in masura a-ti spune ceva dumnezeiesc, dar as vrea sa sti ca e precoce a-ti spune ca cele mai misele sentimente,acum,renasc.Asa a inceput totul…”mi-ai incalzit mainile de sinceritate acuta pe care mi-am insusit-o nevinovateste din cauza frigului.Dupa un timp in capul meu rascoleam idei nebanuite , ocazia unui sarut plin de “indrazneala” se apropia asa ca, fara a sta pe ganduri m-am uitat la el,el la mine, ceva s-a intamplat.Eram fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Stiu ca multe mi s-au intamplat pana acum, dar vreau s-o iau pas cu pas, vreau sa savurez fiecare clipa, sa nu ma grabesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Vis? Realitate delicioasa? Poate amandoua, lacrimile ce-au fost, au ramas acolo, nu mai vreau sa-mi amintesc acele zile stupide in care viata doar parea senina, defapt ma faceau sa ma auto-distrug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Revenind la el in 3 zile m-a facut sa zbor, plutesc usor spre cer, am ce-mi lipsea.E bizat, totodata superb, e un copil ce-mi va atinge perfectiunea, imi va vindeca inima”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;S-a sfarsit odata cu timpul, sentimentele lui au fost in joaca, doar s-a jucat, eu nu; eu am construit incet, incet un munte de sentimente; care azi este zdrobit de lacrimile ce mi-au invatat pupila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3994189321735099226?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3994189321735099226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/v.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3994189321735099226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3994189321735099226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/v.html' title='V.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-73494621086040102</id><published>2010-09-09T12:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:36:09.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Îţi dau cuvinte împrăştiate să le aduni undeva, departe, în timp. Acolo unde să nu ţi cont,de viaţă, ci doar de suflet. Îţi dau o inimă pt un suflet , unul care să iubească neştiind ce-i iubirea, să fie vulgar şi hain,bun, să viseze uitând să spere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A scrie rânduri, nu e ceva simplu; a îngloba fiecare sentiment într-o succesiune de cuvinte bine alese; pentru a satisface o inimă doritoare. Îţi scriu această scenă de sentimente, pentru a-mi exterioriza cele mai bune, sau cele mai mişele gânduri,pe care latura umană, mi le-a dat pt tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Eu nu ştiu a sacrifica un sentiment;ci îl transpun în cuvinte,căci aşa e mai uşor să jonglezi cu ficţiunea pe care mi-o induci.&lt;br /&gt;Prima noastră întâlnire , n-a fost deloc obişnuită, ci din contră , un fapt real al existenţei noastre, ne-a adus pe amândoi în acelaşi loc, la aceeaşi oră, dezarmând o confuzie de sentimente ; un ecou mut de priviri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Îţi ating imaginaţia , cu voinţa mea de a te cuprinde în priviri.Am clipit scăpând amorul, în ceaţă, l-am pierdut, dar nu-l mai caut; îl găsesc în răspunsuri şi te vreau tot mai aproape. Am înţeles că o clipă nu e echivalentă cu o atingere, când mă ţi în braţe e de vis, nu unul pierdut pe valuri, ci unul trăit în amintiri. Sunt clipe în care imaginaţia îmi răspunde cu o întrebare.Timpul, mi te-a dat pe tine, nu e un miraj, sper că sunt fericită, defapt tu eşti condiţia fericirii mele.Printre sutele de furtuni, din inima mea, tu ai strecurat o rază, şi-ţi mulţumesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tu eşti o fiinţă aparte , apărută din senin în viaţa mea, ce-ai ştiut să dai foc unei inimi ce bătea doar în ritmul acelor de ceasornic.Acum bate vioi ; o să bată şi a iubire ; decoperind încet-încet că promisiunile se adeveresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cred că 2 se referă la noi, şi mai cred că “noi” înseamnă “ tu şi eu” cu legătura.Lasă-ţi calea înceţoşată să vină la mine, să se întâlnească cu a mea , amândouă să pornească în neştire, undeva, departe ; încât ziua să nu-ţi fie străină iar noaptea s-o iubeşti mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Oare inima ta, ştie intr-adevat ce-I iubirea, oare a simţit-o vreodată ? Dacă nu, lasă-mă să-ţi călăuzesc paşii prin acesta taina , ca să te poţi bucura, alături de mine, de tot ce e frumos, căci am multe de oferit; şi nu aştept aproape nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dar dacă ea , a iubit o dată ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;În acest caz , lasă-mă să-ţi vindec ran ace te apasă, sau dă-mi durerea ta mie ; căci o să pot lupta împotriva duşmanului numit trecut; într-o zi o voi uita [durerea], şi atunci voi avea timp să te privesc câştigându-ţi viaţa ce-o meriţi şi voi fi şi mai mândră de tine, decât sunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inima mea e ameţită,parka beată cu săruturi furate, din copilării, noi nu suntem altceva decât 2 frunze ce cad în acelaşi timp,vara. Te rog să nu-ţi ieşi din ritm , să purtăm această poveste mai departe, până când ploaia va mătură şi cea mai mică urmă de sentiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ai ajuns să fi parte din partea mea, gândul la tine îmi zboară până noaptea târziu, când oboseala mă ajunge din urmă şi-mi spune “Mai poţi ?”, iar atunci adorm cu tine în gând şi nu ştiu ce se întâmplă noaptea. Mi-a fost greu când ai plecat, chiar şi pentru câteva zile; atunci când nu eşti lângă mine simt un gol în stomac şi un nod în piept,parcă nu mă lasa a fi fericită,căci această calitate cu tine am dobândit-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-73494621086040102?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/73494621086040102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/iv.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/73494621086040102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/73494621086040102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/iv.html' title='IV.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-8003469532685204248</id><published>2010-09-09T12:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:36:28.192+03:00</updated><title type='text'>III.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dimineata.Adierea lina printe ramurile subtiri ale unui vant singuratic,parca imi raspunde intrebarilor mele puse inainte de vreme.Ma uit pe geam,parca te vad zambind,venind dinspre apus,dar imaginea relatata e doar o iluzie.Vad pasii tai pe trotuarul incalzit de soare si prin gesturile tale,pasari multe ti se aduna In cale.Caci tu esti raza,eu sunt furtuna.Desi timpul va raspunde enigmelor mele , vreau sa zic ca ceea ce mi-am imaginat eu nu e intr-un colt de iniam,ci la o rascruce de vanturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Vad pasari ce danseaza lin in cer formand parca linii si coloane, simt adierea a naturii,mirosul frunzelor inca verzi,ma vad pe mine in vara.Totusi trista,desi a fost blanda m-a incununat de ura mai tarziu,nimic nu se lasa neplatit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Am zis “da” atunci cand trebuia sa zic “nu”,am riscat si am pierdut, am cazut apoi scuturandu-ma; m-am ridicat,am mers mai departe caci asa a vrut viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Imi amintesc cum apa curgea lin, parca zicandu-mi o poveste, ma imbata cu sperante si poate ca din asta ma hraneam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Trimit pe un nor pustiu povestea sfasietoare a verii mele, caci toamna a stins focul, a venit ploaia maturand totul si lasand doar urme de regret.Adio vara pierdura.Adio vise pierdute.Eu am plecat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-8003469532685204248?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/8003469532685204248/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/iii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8003469532685204248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/8003469532685204248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/iii.html' title='III.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-5875136356641283233</id><published>2010-09-09T12:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:36:49.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'>II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;“Cand noaptea ne loveste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Stam singuri, zambind ploii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Dansam un tango in ritmurie tale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Si mintea ne-o lasam pe aripi.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Tot ce mi-ai lasat acum, e doar vocea ta printr-un timpan,gemand;ma lasi in pustiu, doar eu cu mine,sa visez,sa sper,sa ma-ndoi de vesnicie;caci tu imi esti interzis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Tempoul vocii tale suna grav pe ale mele acorduri de vioara, imi este dor sa te mai privesc macar o data si sa fug stanjenita in abis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Vreau sa te cuprind in goliciunea inimii mele ca s-o implinesti, o inima de femeie,de rebela,de copila inca fata.Imi ridic privirea in fata cuvintelor tale ,stiloul e foaia,mintea e vocea,hartia e cuvantul ce mi l-ai gravat,adanc,direct in inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Acum cad lin,lin,lin peste umarul tau putin ars de soare si cu privirea sa te lasi purtat de urma toculu meu; imagineaza-ti-l ca pe un cui strapuns direct in inima, ce-ti da fiori, te inspaimanta,te omoara, dar asa e si dorinta mea,doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Arcuirea mainii tale sau doar acea ridicare din spranceana ce-ti este caracteristica, imi poarta gandul intr-un tango salbatic, aproape mort al frunzelor de miozotis cazute-n viata mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Atmosfera viciata din sufletul meu, ma face sa ma gandesc la faptul ca fizic esti al meu, sufleteste esti al ranilor presarate din timp; complet nu pot sa te am si din respect ma prefac ca nu simt nimic altceva decat un gol imens.Traiesc cu teama ca peste ceva timp, totul va fi istorie, iar timpul ne va aduce martori in fata sentimentelor.Vantul mi te va lua in acea zi de toamna precoce…parca venita din nicaieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Mana ta e drumul meu, glasul imi e tovaras de drum, vorba-I soarele, lacrima-I apusul, am sa te pierd si imi e tema, asa cum vara isi stinge surasul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Voi pastra o copie in eul meu, esenta originalului o pastrez intr-o cutie de catifea rosie, pura ca tandretea ce ti-o port.Te aseman unei stele ce-mi oglindeste privirea,e sora cu luna; ziua stiu ca e acolo asteptandu-ma sa apar extaziata de magnetul ei,iar noaptea ma urca acolo sus si ma iubeste doar pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Societatea ne invata sa mintitm si sa fim duplicitari,sa nu ne iubim, sa ne ferim de tot ce ne ajuta sa vibram de emotie; ne invata cum sa suferim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Cu toate astea si cu multe pe care n-ai sa le auzi, tot ce scriu e despre tine, totusi asa cum ti-am mai zis “Dragostea este starea relativă care ne eclipseaza suferinta, dar oricat de mult rau ne-ar cauza, mereu o gasim ca REFUGIU”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-5875136356641283233?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/5875136356641283233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/5875136356641283233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/5875136356641283233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/ii.html' title='II.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4431778166229270394</id><published>2010-09-09T12:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:37:15.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Aş vrea să am un început , dar ura mi-a luat stiloul,defapt ceea ce simt acum , a fost de fiecare data cand am cazut,iar nimeni nu a fost acolo sa ma ridice.Din marea mea de albastru curg rauri,poate oceane,valuri,valuri,iar tu nu ai fost acolo sa le opresti .As vrea sa te doara macar putin ,asa cum m-a durut pe mine in zilele in care disperam,dart u te hraneai cu orgoliul de a-mi vedea suferinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ce inseamna sa spulberi un vis? Oare este egal cu lupta pentru ce-ti doresti, sau doar a renunta la un gand scornit din singuratatea simturilor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poate ca frazele formate sunt doar cuvinte imprastiate ce le-am lasat undeva, in trecut.Acum, inocenta gandurilor mele crede ca cimitirul amintirilor e un loc ferit de judecata celor nesupusi.Parcul esentei noastre e panganit de rautatea privirilor aruncate in semn de trecut, bancile ce ne poarta iubirea sunt ruginire de raceala lacrimilor mele, pana si decorul nu mai e acelasi, a murit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Copacii ne fereau de rautatea senina a multimii, ce ne privea sarutandu-ne, eram superbi; acum vad numai cenusa verii revarsata peste umarul tau, caci totul a apus cand ai rupt tacerea dragostei ce ne invaluia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Pastrez amintirea ta in inima si lucrurile daruite printr-un colt,undeva; ma mai gandesc deseori la imaginile pe care nu le-am uitat,vars o lacrima si cu un lung oftat si cu un suras aprins,renasc din cenusa disperarii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Imi e dor de locul nostru de la apa, noptile cu luna plina de vara, de tot ce-ai insemnat si insemni tu,ca o fiinta activa in viata mea.Te iubesc pentru trecut,caci acum te-ai schimbat; esti rece,nepasator,ai o noua viata,o noua dragoste;eu sunt doar o istorie de vara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Vremea trece ca gandul si incet, incet noi ramanem fideli eternelor amintiri din vara.Am fi dat orice numai sa ramanem pionieri prin noaptea calda de iulie, dar timpul a adus septembrie de vise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Si-au trecut zile in care vroiam sa le sterg cu nepasarea mea blajina, dar s-au razbunat inmiit pentru clipele de fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Cu inca o lacrima mi-am patat sufletul de nevina si totusi credinta inimii mele e la el, am plans mult, dar acum ura mi se vede in ochi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Am un albastru tacut in care ma cufund ca un inel ce l-am aruncat in mare.Trec zilele cu foc in amintirea lui, a doi copii ce nu lasau sa intervina vantul; totusi a intrat ,caci fiecare acum are drumul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Anii se pierd si vin, nu vin singuri ci vin cu ura.Dintre sutele de adieri una e speciala, nu am castigat-o, am pierdut-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Mi-a presarat in suflet o doza de adevar si mi-a cultivat-o pe scena morbida a tristetii mele.Ochii mei sugereaza o culoare nedefinita, sunt orbita de praful strazilor pustii, soarele ma eclipseaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;“Ea cheama cu gandul in nepasare,dorinta lui de a cutreiera lumea,el ii raspunde cu privirea ochilor lui pierduti.Un singur gest si se lasa cuprinsi de amintiri;el ii prinde mijlocul,ea cu o calda sarutare se desprinde din stransoarea lui.Ochii ii ard ca 2 vapai, se elecrizeaza ca 2 magneti de pol opus”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ma uit cu regret in urma,vazand urmele pasilor lui pe covorul meu de sentimente.Sufla un vant cald si-mi sterge zambetul,lasand in urma un chip de multumire.Privesc in gol si-o imagine cu noi doi rasarita parca din cer imi spune,parca, povestea noastra cap-coada, am ramas noi pe 2 strazi…paralele,ele duc la infinit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Am ramas cu amintirile unei veri superbe, cu tacerea unei inimi ce-a stiut iubirea, a simtit pasiunea, a avut speranta trecand prin mizerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Inchei acest sir devastator de sentimente cu o lacrima de “Adio!” pe care nu il spun, ti-l presar in priviri, caci e invatat din greselile comise de amandoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7079539901907388156-4431778166229270394?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4431778166229270394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4431778166229270394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4431778166229270394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/09/i.html' title='I.'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-3389032641486700526</id><published>2010-08-18T11:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:01:09.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lasă-ţi calea încetoşată să vină la mine , să se întâlnească cu a mea; şi amândouă să pornească în nestire,undeva,departe, încat ziua să nu-ţi fie straină , iar noaptea s-o iubeşti mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tu, eşti o fiinta aparte apărută ca din senin în viata mea,ce ai ştiut să dai foc unei inimi ,care ştia doar să bată în ritmul acelor de ceasornic.Acum bate vioi..activ lăsând lumina să-I întregeasca viata.Vitrega de tot ce însemna fericire si iubire; acum descopera încet încet ca promisiunile facute odata….se adeveresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Înca din acea zi de 11 m-am dus acasă cu zambetul pe buze, crezand, in ceea ce va urma…sau doar speram asa cum sper si acum: ca tu vei fi parte din partea vietii mele ramasa aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Din atitudinea ta…la inceput rece; mi-am dat seama ca la fel si tu, ca si eu ai fost ranit in dragoste …asa cum spui tu “mi-am luat-o in bot” si ca iti e teama sa pui sentimente prea curand.Sti prea bine ca pot intelege, asta si multe altele ;pe care daca vei vrea sa le impartasesti cu mine, eu voi fi aici ascultandu-te; sprinjinindu-te; ajuntandu-te in orice ai nevoie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Stiu cat e de greu e sa treci peste o deceptie sentimentala…dar noi 2 avem aceeasi rana, pe care din diferite motive,am preferat s-o ascundem de cuvinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Stii....m-ai dezamagit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-3389032641486700526?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/3389032641486700526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/08/you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3389032641486700526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/3389032641486700526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/08/you.html' title='You..'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4365039243535590916</id><published>2010-07-17T18:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:22:31.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dupa cum bine stiti sau ati aflat.....eu sunt Rox iar blog-ul meu antic infiintat cred ca prin iulie anu trecut...daca nu ma insel...blog-ul asta era cadoul meu pt prietenul meu de atunci...bine si cu un post magnific "About us " sau " your love is my reason" ceva de genu asta este destinat acum exclusiv Barfelor:"&amp;gt; sau problemelor de societate si style :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;17.07.2010 o zi :-? care semnifica muuulte pentru mine adica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;mi-a venit ideea de a infiinta o trupa de dans :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;* mi-au venit cateva idei de coregrafie:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;* am ales si prima melodie &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;* m-a prins ploaia si am ajuns uuuuda acasa:"&amp;gt; [asta nu e un lucru important...raceala de dupa DA ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;* am 16 ani si 2 sapt :X fix 2 sapt :X [si eu care credeam ca sunt e :| ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Uite subiectul de azi : Spala-te !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Eram in maxi-taxi cu mama..si langa noi o femeie ...cum ar spune fosta mea colega Anda....horror adica..hmm:-? mirosea extravagant si puternic de naspa a transpitatie :|.Ok...afara era racoare :-? deci nu caldura era factorul ce producea acest dezastru ecologic [-x si pur si simplu...prin tricoul alb..se vedeau firisoare negre :o.Pur si simplu mi s-a facut sila si totodata mandra de mine ca fac duc de 2 ori pe zi :X.Ok draga mea...ce acum mirosi ca un purcelus...esti femeie...ca de 25 de ani arati...apa nu musca...gelul de dus sau pur si simplu sapunul nu te omoara foloseste &amp;nbsp;cu incredere ..uite sunt multe marci...foarte multe...si chiar after-shave-urile care sunt chiar&amp;nbsp;O.K. si asa reusesti sa nu lasi oamnenii fara pofta de mancare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Indignata cum eram si cum sunt...ma gandesc&amp;nbsp;...bun trebuie sa aiba un iubit/prieten/sot/animal acasa...:-? oare ei cum suporta?...oare seara in pat e tot asa?:o Draga mea cum iti seduci&amp;nbsp; animalu sa faca dragoste cu tine ?? [ animal = barbat :"&amp;gt; sorry] sincer chiar sunt curioasa..sau faci abstinenta de vreo 1-2 ani ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Barbatii sunt foarte receptivi la simturi...adica un parfum dulce putin cu tenta de iasomie l-ar da pe spate si poate s-ar produce o excitatie la nivel mental....dar oare mirosul tau pe care noi [cei din maxi-taxi] l-am "savurat" ...ala ce ne produce scumpo?...DEZGUST !`! Ok esti femeie...poate un barbat na` a mai uitat...ceea ce n-as admite nici&amp;nbsp;la un baiat trecut de 16 ani...pentru ca e ceva foarte firesc si uman si de bun simt ...dar totusi...tipa aia mi-a dovedit 0 feminitate..oare in alte parti cum e ?:)) :O " Piei satana din capu` meu !! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Uite si ei zic acelasi lucru ca mine : Spala-te !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPWG-uCwaw4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPWG-uCwaw4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;IlluSion va atentionea cu multa Bine Vointa : Dragilor igiena voastra e importanta nu numai pt voi ci si pentru societate. Va pup si o Zi buna :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-4365039243535590916?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4365039243535590916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4365039243535590916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4365039243535590916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-6956781581951011076</id><published>2010-07-17T11:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:27:55.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>About one friend :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TEFpaNoYemI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hTTQUvef0Ck/s1600/friendship_graphics_07.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TEFpaNoYemI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hTTQUvef0Ck/s320/friendship_graphics_07.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Hmm te-ai gandit oare ca toate posturile au un inceput la care trebuie sa te gandesti ? Pai la tine pare usor tare...adica esti vesel si sincer cand spui " heeeeeey" sau "neataaaaaaaa" deci ai un inceput vesel pt toti in toate. Tu esti genul de prieten care intotdeauna dar INTOTDEAUNA ma va face sa ma simt mai bine chit ca am o cadere nervoasa si tip sau plang...deci ti-as putea multumii de pe acum...pt toate acele dati care au fost...sau care vor venii.Chiar ma gandeam...ce prieteni buni am eu?...si uite ca am gasit raspunsul..tu esti persoana careia ii impart problemele mele...tu esti omul care imi da umarul lui pe care sa plang si stiu ca mi-ai da si o palma ca sa ma trezesc la realitate iar eu n-am sa ma supar [doar sa indraznesti ca:-w ..glm ].Discutiile noastre tin de SF....adica vorbim despre boys or girls stuff sau chiar despre sex :"&amp;gt;....si despre zodii...si mda Dany stiu ca esti LEU &amp;gt;:P.Stiu ca te superi de fiecare data cand tip la tine "lasa-ma in pace te rog" dar priveste partea buna...te-am rugat frumos si nu am scris cu majuscule=)).Si tu sti ca mereu am sa vin la tine cu "help me" pentru ca tu esti singurul ce ma asculta...si imi da sfaturi....si am face sa rad...si sa ma simt bine...chiar daca in viata mea "ploua cu galeata"...stiu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Intr-adevar sti multe despre mine...si despre trecutul meu si despre idiotii care au fost in viata mea si care m-au facut sa sufar [ chiar au fost idioti...wow mi-am dat seama de asta:o] si stiu ca Dany e Virusul DanyDeejaay dar :-$ numai spuneti nimanui pt ca trb sa fie secret.Caci el e ca un spion sta la birou si scrie...da` scrie neincetat facandu-ne vietile mai usoare...ce m-as face fara tine Draga prietene ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Post-ul asta e pentru tine ca sa sti cate lucruri Stie IlluSion si pt cate iti multumeste. Love my Bro` !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-6956781581951011076?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/6956781581951011076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-one-friend-x.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6956781581951011076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/6956781581951011076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-one-friend-x.html' title='About one friend :X'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNSvMNw03Fk/TEFpaNoYemI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hTTQUvef0Ck/s72-c/friendship_graphics_07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-1117506888126068837</id><published>2010-06-28T21:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:52:36.952+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer starts with us !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Zi.O oarecare zi.Pe la pranz.Eu,el si 2 amici.Imaginea banala desfasurata intr-un loc specific.Personajele principale? Eu si el..pe ceilalti ii consider personaje fictive caci doar privirea a contribuit sunetelor inimii noastre. Dupa cum vezi si tu, nu am avut un inceput istoric, nici macar extraordinar dar ceva s-a intamplat inca din zi si acel ceva a continuat sa ne bantuie inimile pana acum 1 saptamana, cand am decis a construii o relatie fondata cu incredere si speranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nu stiu cum ai intrat in inima mea..defapt nici nu vreau sa stiu..pentru ca tot ce-mi doresc acum am...adica pe tine.Stiu ca e ciudat...stiu ca totul s-a intamplat mult prea repede si poate ca si asta ne deruteaza....dar nu te voi lasa sa pleci...nu acum cand am inceput sa tin enorm de mult la tn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Poate ca tu inca ma crezi un copil prostut ce pune suflet mult prea repede; dar ce rost ar mai avea adolescenta,fara intamplari ce ne marcheaza intr-un mod bun sau rau continuarea maturizarii noastre?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Poate e iubire...si poate oricum deja e.Tot ce ma intereseaza a stii e ca nu te-as putea ranii niciodata caci in fata ta ma simt slaba, cu o singura privire sau un zambet..reusesti sa ma impaci.Atunci,oare...cine sa mai aiba pretentia de a imi zice sa iubesc rational?! Cred ca nimeni,caci deja stiu si incep sa simt ca voi iubii haotic;vara ne asteapta si noi vom sti sa profitam de ea;defapt noi vom sti in urmatoarele luni daca ne meritam efortul sau daca puterea amintirilor ce le vom avea...vor atarna mai greu in balanta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vara e anotimpul iubirilor si nu voi permite toamnei sa o stinga cu primele ei ploi,caci noi suntem inceputul si continuarea [nu sfarsitul] a ceva ce va avea sa speram o longevitate absoluta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;IlluSion te saruta !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite ca s-a sfarsit si asta ;) Iubirea e relativa...Fericire mascata de sarcasm ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-1117506888126068837?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/1117506888126068837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-starts-with-us.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1117506888126068837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1117506888126068837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-starts-with-us.html' title='Summer starts with us !!'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-1663639724986955196</id><published>2010-06-22T11:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:06:24.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din Timp ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Oricat am incerca sa ne ascundem,suntem doar niste oameni simpli,dar, uneori cand iubim depasim barierele normalitatii.Atunci,devenim fiinte complexe ; caci ne oferim sufletul dar, primim in schimb,de multe ori, un alt suflet si sentimentele celeilalte persoane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Oricat de greu ne este sa ne acceptam asa cum suntem; numai prin meditatie sau auto-cunoastere putem incerca&amp;nbsp; sa descoperim cine suntem sau ceea ce vrem sa fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cel mai minunat sentiment pe care latura noastra,umana, ni l-a putut oferii vreodata este iubirea ; numai ea reuseste a te transforma dintr-o fiinta rationala intr-una haotica, lipsita de purul sentiment al intelegerii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dar cine sunt eu sa vorbesc despre ea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;O simt...defapt am simtit-o candva si eu si poate o voi mai avea si ma va duce iar pe acele culmi de care imi este asa de dor 8-&amp;gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;De multe ori ne indragostim de cine nu trebuie&amp;nbsp; si exact acea persoana ne cauzeaza cel mai mult rau , lasand asupra noastra amprenta cruda a durerii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Oricat am nega , durerea sau suferinta fac parte din procesul nostru mental de maturizare !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;IlluSion va spune : La revedere !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-1663639724986955196?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/1663639724986955196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/din-timp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1663639724986955196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/1663639724986955196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/din-timp.html' title='Din Timp ..'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-4298500363729933181</id><published>2010-06-18T22:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:09:19.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dupa cum bine stiti a inceput vacanta de vara 8-&amp;gt; si toata lumea acum isi scoate iubita/iubitul la plimbare caci dom`le e "caldura mare" dar eu ?...in singuratatea mea am iesit ieri afara ...mai bine zis m-am "Auto"-scos afara caci nu aveam cu cine deci..m-am plimbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sincer mai rau mi-am facut caci unde ma uitam..cupluri...iubire...atata iubire incat simti ca ti se "taie" de toate lucrurile...si atunci a intervenit intrebarea "de ce sunt singura?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E simplu si totodata complicat deoarece stiu ca sunt o persoana&amp;nbsp; iubitoare&amp;nbsp; si&amp;nbsp; sunt gata oricand&amp;nbsp; sa-mi pun sufletul pe tava&amp;nbsp; caci&amp;nbsp; sincer...imi e dor sa iubesc...imi e dor sa ma gandesc la cineva si sa stiu ca se gandeste la mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Pentru toti exista cineva....dar pentru mine ? unde e acel "cineva"? Asa cum am mai spus si cei care ma cunosc stiu ...as da orice si pt o sapt de fericire....orice...chit ca apoi voi suferii dar macar sa am amintirea acelei clipe.Poate gandesc gresit sau poate nu dar azi vorbeam cu cineva despre faptul ca fericirea e inferioara suferintei.Ai dreptate e multa suferinta dar gandeste-te cum ai aprecia un sarut daca n-ai primii si-o palma?Ai ramane cu amintirea doar pt o zi...insa suferinta ti-ar provoca amintirea permanenta. Nu incerc sa fiu insipida...doar realista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Asa cum am zis mereu " Destinul ni-l facem singuri !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Illusion va doreste o seara placuta si un mic sfat "pretuieste ce ai pana nu e prea tarziu" Bye &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079539901907388156-4298500363729933181?l=iluziireci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/feeds/4298500363729933181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4298500363729933181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079539901907388156/posts/default/4298500363729933181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluziireci.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>IlluZii ReCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14597383595811559417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMfwEmHTBWw/TdjPaoHVA8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kh98_2T4oiA/s220/P1100524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079539901907388156.post-5452282771983301158</id><published>2010-06-05T08:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:09:34.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa de inceput ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;După 12 zile de spitalizare m-am decis sa-mi redeschid minunatul blog.Poate va intrebati de ce?pentru ce?Pe cat de complicat e,simplitatea ii dezavantajează "pulsul" căci evenimentele petrecute în ultima vreme m-au făcut sa înţeleg ca răul se rasplateste cu bine chiar si atunci cand te simţi la limita inferioară a nivelului tău pshihologic.&lt;br /&gt;Sincer îmi e dor,mai bine zis mi-a fost dor, sa creez sentimente din cuvinte aranjate în asa fel incat sa aibă talc,esenţa,sare si piper.Nu-mi complic existenţa cu durerile apărute din urma "bolilor" suferinţei ci doar sper ca totul se va rezolva.&lt;br /&gt;Creez sentimente nascocite din nimic ...visez la ceva utopic..insa dimineata imi va spulbera visul !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe curand !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IlluSion spune: " Destinul ni-l construim singuri !!! 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