<?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-3180289034715597472</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:31:29.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>justastory</title><subtitle type='html'>povesti....trairi....sentimente....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-441760351614549622</id><published>2012-01-24T22:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:50:57.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>parfumul lui se simte pe pielea mea.si invers.ma atrage.nu stiu cand va disparea aceasta pasiune "morbida" pe care o avem.uneori ma bucur ca face parte din viata mea.ca e acel ceva special,nebun.in preajma lui ma pot purta cum vreau.pot fi copilaroasa.ii place.alteori imi doresc sa nu ma mai caute.&lt;br /&gt;destinul mi'a aratat ca inca nu suntem pregatiti sa punem punct.el e acea doza de nebunie din viata mea.e drogul meu cel mai de pret.ii ador zambetul pervers.imi place senzatia privirii lui,asupra corpului meu dezbracat.ma atinge.ard.de dorinta.de nerabdare.de dor.&lt;br /&gt;nu ma interseaza daca are pe altcineva.de ce?pentru ca atunci cand e cu mine e doar al meu.atunci nu se gandeste la alta,ci doar la mine: la cea din bratele lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma bag in pat si ma gandesc la el.pielea inca miroase a parfumul lui.zambesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-441760351614549622?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/441760351614549622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/441760351614549622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/441760351614549622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8272356398999065562</id><published>2012-01-17T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:03:00.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>n'am stiut sa iubesc.am fost iubita si n'am stiut sa apreciez.am dat cu piciorul la sentimente pentru sex.amandoi am privit in aceiasi directie.eu am vazut diferit fata de el.cand trebuia sa vorbesc am tacut si cand trebuia sa tac am vorbit.am spus lucruri care l'au durut.nu mi'a pasat.am ras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singurl care ma va putea schimba e el.dar el e departe de mine.ne despart mii de kilometrii.chiar si asa,il simt langa mine.zi de zi.noapte de noapte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8272356398999065562?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8272356398999065562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/nam-stiut-sa-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8272356398999065562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8272356398999065562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/nam-stiut-sa-iubesc.html' title=''/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1842267586020006729</id><published>2012-01-12T13:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:34:18.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"te iubesc dar nu ca pe el ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n'am avut curaj sa'l privesc in ochi cand i'am spus asta.am stat cu ochii in pamant.a tacut.a plecat din camera si m'a lasat singura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1842267586020006729?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1842267586020006729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-iubesc-dar-nu-ca-pe-el.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1842267586020006729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1842267586020006729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-iubesc-dar-nu-ca-pe-el.html' title=''/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3398973065934239999</id><published>2012-01-04T11:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:26:13.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tacere</title><content type='html'>"te'am vazut cand ai coborat in fata scarii.pantofi cu toc.pantaloni scurti.maieu.sacou.esti frumoasa,pustoaico.nu ai curaj sa pasesti.stai rezemata de masina.iti aprinzi o tigara.kent 4.dupa 5 minute te indrepti spre usa dar te intorci.ti'e greu.si mie la fel.te vreau.dar nu pot uita cuvintele lui :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; e o curva&lt;/span&gt;.nu cred.si stiu ca nu e asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te privesc si abia astept sa'ti faci curaj si sa intri in apartamentul meu,sa stai pe canapeaua mea,sa te sarut.iti aud zgomotul pantofilor pe scari.intri nervoasa si trantesti usa.eram pe canapea.te'ai asezat langa mine.nu aveai curaj sa ma privesti in ochi.uitandu'te in gol incepi sa vorbesti.fara noima pentru altii dar cu inteles pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"te iubesc!si ma urasc pentru asta.trebuie sa te uit.sa uit ca am fost impreuna." &lt;/span&gt;stiam ca va spune toate astea.nu'si mai poate stapanii lacrimile.plange si Doamne,e asa de sexy cand plange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ai crezut in el.asta ma doare.ca m'ai dat la o parte din cauza minciunilor lui.si'a dorit sa ne desparta si a reusit cu succes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca ai stii tu,iubita mea ca nu mi'am dorit asta.ca eram fericit langa tine.nu'ti spun nimic.tac din gura si te privesc.fumam.cuvintele sunt de prisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"te iubesc!" &lt;/span&gt;astea sunt ultimele ei cuvinte inainte de a ma saruta de bun ramas.o cuprind in brate.e ultima oara cand o voi simti asa de aproape de mine.trebuie sa profit de secundele astea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stau rezemat de usa.tocurile nu se aud.incearca sa'si revina.pleaca.o vad urcand in masina.e trista.plange.tremura.ii dau mesaj : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"si eu te iubesc.vei gasi pe unu mai bun ca mine.zambeste.a fost frumos.si ma urasc ca n'am avut curaj sa'ti spun ce gandesc.ca am tacut in fata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3398973065934239999?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3398973065934239999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/tacere.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3398973065934239999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3398973065934239999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2012/01/tacere.html' title='tacere'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8003686655201561116</id><published>2011-12-31T13:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:23:47.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>f*ck me! don't make love to me</title><content type='html'>fumam.stam impreuna pe aceiasi canapea,in apartamentul tau.e locul unde am revenit pentru mult timp.locul unde m'am ascuns.locul unde mi s'a inchis unele rani si unde mi s'au deschis altele.rup tacerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-plec!&lt;br /&gt;-de ce?te'ai plictisit?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.plec in vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;-unde?&lt;br /&gt;-in portugalia.&lt;br /&gt;-pai cum de?&lt;br /&gt;-m'a sunat cineva.vasul pe care lucreaza va opri in port si timp de 5 zile va cobori.&lt;br /&gt;-pai cine te'a sunat?&lt;br /&gt;-un EL.&lt;br /&gt;-pai si cum sa pleci?&lt;br /&gt;-pai de ce n'as pleca?ce ma opreste?&lt;br /&gt;-eu.&lt;br /&gt;-din cate stiu eu,noi nu suntem impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da!&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu! si nu suntem impreuna pentru ca tu il crezi pe prietenul tau cand ma face curva.asta sunt eu pentru tine : o curva!&lt;br /&gt;-te inseli!&lt;br /&gt;-pai daca ma insel,fa'ma sa nu plec.spune'mi ce trebuie sa aud.iubeste'ma.fu**'ma pana nu mai am aer.fa'ma sa stau langa tine.nu'mi da drumu.nu renunta la mine.&lt;br /&gt;-pai n'am renuntat nici o clipa la tine.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da! ai renuntat la mine din momentul cand el m'a vazut in apartamentul tau.atat vreau!sa recunosti.si jur ca te las in pace.ca plec si nu ma mai intorc la tine,in apartamentul asta.&lt;br /&gt;-ai dreptate ! am inceput sa te privesc altfel.&lt;br /&gt;-atat vroiam sa stiu.pa.&lt;br /&gt;-nu trebuie sa pleci.ramai cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;-n'am de ce sa raman cu o persoana care ma considera o curva.nu are rost sa lungim povestea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plecat.singura.trista si cu lacrimi in ochii.a plecat din bratele celui pe care'l iubea si a celui care o considera o curva.ea,fata cu ochii verzi.sani potriviti.picioare lungi.dorita de altii.afla pe propria ei piele cum e sa stii ca te vor altii dar ca la un moment dat descoperi ca unu e deja plictisit de tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2210397201360392433</id><published>2011-12-28T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:27:00.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lasa'ma in pace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;n'am fost puternici.s'a bagat in relatia noastra.m'a vorbit de rau.l'ai crezut.m'ai desconsiderat.m'ai dat la o parte.m'ai uitat.ma doare indiferenta ta.e fericit acum.a obtinut ce a vrut : sa nu mai fiu iubita ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voi doi sunteti impreuna?&lt;br /&gt;-da.te deranjeaza?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.n'am iubit'o.&lt;br /&gt;-pai daca n'ai iubit'o de ce n'o lasi in pace?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru ca a fost a mea si acum e a ta,a celui mai bun prieten al meu.&lt;br /&gt;-conteaza ca e fericita,ca sunt fericit.&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu.conteaza doar faptul ca ea e o curva.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce zici asta?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru ca a fost a mea si acum e a ta.&lt;br /&gt;-nu inseamna ca e curva doar pentru ca a gasit la mine ce n'a gasit la tine.si e ultima oara cand iti permit sa vorbesti asa de ea.&lt;br /&gt;-poate ar fi mai bine sa te desparti de ea...&lt;br /&gt;-de ce asa?pentru ca zici tu?&lt;br /&gt;-adica eu am dat'o la o parte si tu o iei de buna?&lt;br /&gt;-da.pentru ca tu ai fost un prost si n'ai stiut ce fata ai langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;-asa crezi tu?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-crezi ca timp de 2 ani de zile n'am cunoscut'o?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.nu stii nimic de ea.nu stii culoarea ochilor ei.nu stii cum reactioneaza cand e timida.nu stii cum se poarta in prezenta celui la care tine.nu stii ca atunci cand are emotii se balbaie.nu stii ca nu'i place sa fie tinuta in brate dupa ce face sex.&lt;br /&gt;-si tu le'ai descoperit pe toate astea singur?&lt;br /&gt;-da,am avut rabdare cu ea.m'a lasat sa intru in viata ei,atat cat a vrut si ea.&lt;br /&gt;-eu imi mentin parerea.desparta'te de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei doi.un living room la etajul patru.noaptea de Craciun.&lt;br /&gt;-te'a mai cautat?&lt;br /&gt;-da.ma cauta.inca.vrea sa ma vad incontinuare cu el.&lt;br /&gt;-si ce i'ai raspuns?&lt;br /&gt;-sa ma lase in pace ca acum sunt cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-cand te'a cautat ultima oara?&lt;br /&gt;-sambata trecuta.vroia sa plec cu el.&lt;br /&gt;-sigur n'ai plecat?&lt;br /&gt;-poftim?de ce ma intrebi asta?cumva din cauza ca el ti'a spus ca am plecat cu el?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-daca il crezi pe el poate ar fi cazul sa punem punct.&lt;br /&gt;-nu.te cred.doar ca imi e greu cand il aud.&lt;br /&gt;-imi dau seama.ai incredere in mine.&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/3180289034715597472-2210397201360392433?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2210397201360392433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/12/lasama-in-pace.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2210397201360392433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2210397201360392433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/12/lasama-in-pace.html' title='lasa&apos;ma in pace!'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-109296306630930545</id><published>2011-12-03T20:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:04:34.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>aventura</title><content type='html'>ce se intampla cand o aventura de'o noapte se transforma in relatie?ce se intampla cand intr'o aventura de noapte intervin sentimente?ce se intampla cand cel cu care ai aventura se desparte de iubita lui?ce se intampla cand te gandesti non-stop la cel cu care ai inceput o aventura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce se intampla?tampesti.incerci sa te convingi ca nu e bine ce se intampla.desi totul e perfect.incerci sa cauti motive ca e o lepra,desi nu e.stii ca e cel mai bun,cel mai romantic.e perfect.o stii dar te minti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voi pleca.asa e mai bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-109296306630930545?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/109296306630930545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/12/aventura.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/109296306630930545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/109296306630930545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/12/aventura.html' title='aventura'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6572194054064285140</id><published>2011-11-11T15:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:58:22.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i w o n t g o !</title><content type='html'>imi pazesc intimitatea.pretul atingeri tale e mare.uneori simt ca toata caldura ta ma va dobori.ca ma vei considera slaba.inca te iubesc.vreau sa fiu langa tine.pentru totdeauna.povestea noastra traieste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi ascund lacrimile in perna ta.am impresia ca simti tristetea din sufletul meu.ma imbratisezi si ma saruti pe gat.e ca o atingere divina.&lt;br /&gt;gandul imi fuge departe si teama isi face aparitia in inima mea.oare ai uitat'o definitiv?o vei cauta cand se va intoarce?ma vei uita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raspunde.de ce nu'mi auzi gandurile?de ce taci si ma privesti cu dragoste?incearca sa vezi mai adanc.incearca sa vezi ce ma macina.&lt;br /&gt;nu voi pleca de langa tine.te voi pastra viu in inima si gandul meu.ma voi interesa de tine desi tu nu vei stii acest lucru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6572194054064285140?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6572194054064285140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-w-o-n-t-g-o.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6572194054064285140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6572194054064285140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-w-o-n-t-g-o.html' title='i w o n t g o !'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2060140303882719525</id><published>2011-11-07T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:46:00.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tu!</title><content type='html'>in ultimele luni n'am mai scris foarte mult pe acest blog.din pacate.probabil din cauza muncii sau pur si simplu ca n'aveam chef.am simtit ca poate nu e cazul sa'mi "afisez" sentimentele.povestea noastra a reinascut.ne'am intors unul la altul dupa o poveste de 2 ani si o despartire de 5 luni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimeni n'a inteles povestea si iubirea noastra.am avut rabdare si te'am cunoscut.putin cate putin.nu'mi permiteai foarte multe.toata lumea imi spune ca nu esti potrivit pentru mine.nu'mi pasa.ma faci fericita asa cum esti.lumea nu intelege povestea noastra,trairile,sentimentele,privirile.le inteleg eu si e de ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de'a lungul anilor am trecut prin diverse povesti,sentimente,paturi.din dragoste sau pura pasiune.pe parcurs am invatat ca atunci cand treci prin patul cuiva trebuie sa stii la sfarsit ca ai insemnat ceva in viata acelui barbat.ca desi ai fost o aventura,n'ai trecut degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum trec doar prin patul lui.si e perfect.doar mainile lui ma ating.doar el ma saruta.sunt doar a lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt fericita.in sfarsit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2060140303882719525?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2060140303882719525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/11/tu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2060140303882719525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2060140303882719525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/11/tu.html' title='tu!'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1606138875403142434</id><published>2011-10-31T11:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:57:53.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ura!</title><content type='html'>noaptea m'a gasit in patul tau.corpul imi era diezmierdat de atingerile tale.infierbanteala buzelor tale o simteam pe gatul meu,pe sanii mei.ne amagim intens.imi incolacesc picioarele in jurul soldului tau.esti 'lipit" de mine.iti aud respiratia sacadata.tremurul corpului tau.ma privesti.e tot ce am nevoie in momentul ala.atingerea ta imi ia orice urma de durere sau regret.m'ai facut a ta asa cum m'ai mai facut de atatea ori.acelasi sentiment "perfid" care se cuibareste in mintea mea.incerc sa'l alung dar de fiecare data isi face simtita prezenta in gandul meu.e motivul pentru care a doua zi pe obrajii mei curg lacrimi amare.te'am iubit si din pacate,inca te iubesc.urasc atractia dintre noi desi au trecut 3 ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urasc sa plec din bratele tale.siguranta mea se afla acolo,langa tine.ador sa stau cu capul pe pieptul tau,desi nu ma prea lasi.din ce motiv? "nu e bine sa ne comportam ca doi indragostiti".am fost un pariu pentru tine.ai pierdut pariul.din ce motiv?ca nu m'ai avut in pat cand vroiai tu,ci cand am vrut eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu am castigat pariul pe care l'am facut cu el.a fost al meu cand am vrut eu.stiu ca ma urasti.o simt uneori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1606138875403142434?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1606138875403142434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/10/ura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1606138875403142434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1606138875403142434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/10/ura.html' title='ura!'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5754390539707161588</id><published>2011-10-09T14:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:46:32.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>declaratie</title><content type='html'>-esti genul de femeie cu care as fugi in lume.pe care as tine'o la pieptul meu ore'n sir.cu care as face dragoste fara oprire.pe care as idolatriza'o.pe care as urca'o pe un piedestal si n'as mai da'o jos.esti genul de femeie pe care adori s'o privesti.pe care ajungi s'o iubesti si pe zi ce trece o iubesti mai mult.esti genul de femeie cu care faci dragoste si dupa noaptea aia o cauti incontinuare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5754390539707161588?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5754390539707161588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/10/declaratie.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5754390539707161588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5754390539707161588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/10/declaratie.html' title='declaratie'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3277743984549532559</id><published>2011-09-18T12:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:51:14.431+03:00</updated><title type='text'>nunta?</title><content type='html'>-trebuie sa vorbim!&lt;br /&gt;-n'am timp.sunt la atelier.am foarte mult de munca.te sun eu mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;-o sa'ti faci timp dar acum.imi zici ca vorbim mai tarziu de atunci.nu mai pot.&lt;br /&gt;-vino la atelier.vorbim aici.&lt;br /&gt;-bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a venit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buna!poftim!stai jos.&lt;br /&gt;-mersi! deci?&lt;br /&gt;-deci,ce?&lt;br /&gt;-deci cum ramane cu noi?&lt;br /&gt;-care noi?&lt;br /&gt;-ai uitat ce s'a intamplat intre noi?&lt;br /&gt;-tot ce e posibil.&lt;br /&gt;-minti!&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu.ce vrei sa'ti spun? ce sperai sa se intample mai departe?&lt;br /&gt;-speram!&lt;br /&gt;-sperai gresit.stii ce fel de fata sunt.stii ca nu's genul care se indragosteste.si mai ales de baieti ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;-dar eu ce am?sau mai bine zis ce n'am?&lt;br /&gt;-esti prea domol.eu am nevoie de un barbat,nu de un copil.am nevoie de pasiune,de clipe de neuitat,de adrenalina.am nevoie de un barbat nebun,la fel ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;-pai si atunci de ce ai mai fost a mea?&lt;br /&gt;-din greseala.&lt;br /&gt;-nu te cred! am simtit ca tii la mine.&lt;br /&gt;-te'ai inselat.stii foarte bine ca sunt maestra in a simula sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu ce fac fara tine?&lt;br /&gt;-iti traiesti viata la fel ca pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;-nu pot.cand vei intelege ca tu esti tu.ca nu te pot uita si ca tot ce am trait cu tine a fost minunat.&lt;br /&gt;-a fost.&lt;br /&gt;-cum poti uita momentele petrecute impreuna?diminetile?imbratisarile din miez de noapte?rasaritul?tigara pe balcon?tachinarile?&lt;br /&gt;-asa cum vin se si duc.e foarte simplu.nu le mai complica.&lt;br /&gt;-ce ti'am facut de te porti asa?&lt;br /&gt;-nimic.doar ma stii.&lt;br /&gt;-atat?asta a fost tot?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plecat.a ramas singura in atelierul ei.se prabuseste la pamant.lacrimile incep sa'i curga pe obraji.era mai bine sa'l faca sa sufere.era mai bine s'o uite.destinul ei este rezervat altui barbat.altcineva va fi langa ea.pentru tot restul vietii.pe el il va uita desi il iubeste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3277743984549532559?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3277743984549532559/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/nunta.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3277743984549532559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3277743984549532559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/nunta.html' title='nunta?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4604806889575040404</id><published>2011-09-13T22:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:08:11.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'>rasarit</title><content type='html'>am facut alegeri gresite.n'am stiut sa aleg lucrurile care'mi faceau bine,care'mi aduceau liniste.am renuntat la el pentru altul.am renuntat la linistea oferita de el pentru zbuciumul provocat de celalalt.a fost gresit pentru ca mult timp am tanjit dupa lucrurile astea.l'am ales pe barbatul curvar,vagabond,dorit de femei pentru atitudinea lui de macho.am plans datorita alegerilor facute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt fericita ca m'am intors la el.ca mi'a oferit cele mai frumoase momente si cea mai frumoasa dimineata dupa o perioada nebuna.m'au trezit imbratisarile lui.respiratia lui in ceafa mea.razele soarelui pe chipul meu,in dormitorul nostru.mainile lui pe corpul meu plin de dorinta.mi'e teama ca ma voi indragostii si mai tare.ca voi suferi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'am obisnuit sa'i vad chipul cand am probleme.m'am obisnuit sa'l vad zambind.m'am obisnuit sa'l aud zicand ca totul va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'am obisnuit cu el.mi'e dor sa te simt aproape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4604806889575040404?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4604806889575040404/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/rasarit.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4604806889575040404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4604806889575040404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/rasarit.html' title='rasarit'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4534334115048208176</id><published>2011-09-02T22:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:48:28.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e genul de baiat de care te indragostesti.e genul de baiat care e atent.e genul de baiat in ochii caruia te pierzi.e genul de baiat pe care ti'l doresti langa tine.e genul de baiat care te face a lui doar din priviri.e genul de baiat care te vrea la infinit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esti tot ce'mi doresc,dar nu in acest moment al vietii.m'as indragostii de tine.nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4534334115048208176?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4534334115048208176/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-genul-de-baiat-de-care-te.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4534334115048208176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4534334115048208176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-genul-de-baiat-de-care-te.html' title=''/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7818819430321056190</id><published>2011-08-13T20:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:51:07.314+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un dosar.</title><content type='html'>pasii m'au purtat spre tine cu mult timp in urma.inima inca isi doreste sa te vada dar proasta nu intelege ca nu e voie.ca apartii trecutului.am atasat povestea noastra unui dosar.l'am pus pe un raft si te'am inchis intr'un dulap.mai deschid dulapul din cand'n cand.rasfoiesc dosarul si te revad.imi iau "portia" de fericire si te inchid la loc.daca as arunca cheia dulapului ce s'ar intampla?mai exact ce s'ar intampla cu mine?mi'ar fi dor sa rasfoiesc povestea noastra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praful incepe sa se depuna pe el.dar nu vreau sa'l sterg.vreau sa vad cat va "rezista".vreau sa indure exact cum am indurat eu.oare va rezista cat am rezistat eu?va plange la fel cat plans eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubea sa ma vada plangand.iubea tot ce tinea de mine.s'au dus toate.in spate raman doar trairile.momentele noastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am iubit.refuz sa cred ca mai am sentimente pentru tine.ne'am "uitat" numerele de telefon.e mai bine.bucurestiul pare sec cand il vizitez.eram obisnuita sa'l vad tinandu'te de mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7818819430321056190?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7818819430321056190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/08/un-dosar.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7818819430321056190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7818819430321056190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/08/un-dosar.html' title='un dosar.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8558654286288145249</id><published>2011-06-16T18:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:21:47.659+03:00</updated><title type='text'>frumos.</title><content type='html'>il priveste in timp ce conduce.nu'i adreseaza nici un cuvant.e deranjant.plictisitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ce raspuns i'ai dat?&lt;br /&gt;-ca nu'mi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;-sigur?&lt;br /&gt;-da,iubitule.asta i'am spus.&lt;br /&gt;-si de ce'ti pasa tie?&lt;br /&gt;-de tine.atat.&lt;br /&gt;-deci de alte nu'ti pasa?&lt;br /&gt;-vrei sa'mi pese?ca daca imi pasa de acele lucruri inseamna ca noi avem o relatie superficiala.&lt;br /&gt;-esti sincera cand spui ca nu'ti pasa cand lumea zice ca sunt urat pt tine?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.cand vei intelege ca tu esti cel mai frumos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nu'mi pasa de lume.tot ce conteaza e ca am langa mine un barbat superb.destept.carismatic.plin de el si e doar al meu.atat.jur.&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc,mentosan.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu,fraiere.hai zambeste pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a zambit.cu cel mai frumos zambet posibil.e perfect.jur.nu mint.pentru mine e tot ce'mi trebuie.oare el cand va intelege asta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8558654286288145249?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8558654286288145249/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/frumos.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8558654286288145249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8558654286288145249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/frumos.html' title='frumos.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5886059162802015965</id><published>2011-06-12T15:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:00:32.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>el</title><content type='html'>e tanar.amuzant.chiar hilar.e misogin.in limitele admise.e nesuferit.sictirit si poate prea comod. pasional.fumator si bautor de vinuri fine.m'a cucerit prin faptul ca nu incerca sa ma cucereasca.era doar el.liber in exprimare.nepasandu'i de ceilalti.avand doar grija sa nu raneasca pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sentimental uneori.il vad cum se "afunda" in ganduri.tace.il sarut.zambeste.ii trece.e atent la sentimente.nu inseala.a fost pus in postura de a fi inselat si a suferit.uraste momentele alea.ii place sa'l mangai pe mana si pe piept.are cel mai frumos corp.si cel mai frumos zambet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e inteligent.isi selecteaza cu grija prietenii sau iubitele.nu'i plac persoanele proaste sau care n'au teluri in viata.e nebun si tocmai asta imi place la el.e cuminte,in acelasi timp.suna aiurea dar asta e realitatea.ma uit la el si vad un barbat.adevarat.sta intins in patul lui.cu o tigara in mana.imi zambeste in coltul gurii si deja stiu ce gandeste.se apropie de mine si ma cuprinde in brate.e mare.ma face sa ma simt in siguranta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place cand imi sopteste cuvinte la ureche sau cand ii aud respiratia sacadata.poate pentru altele e imperfect.nu'mi pasa.poate pentru altele nu e frumos.pentru mine e cel mai frumos.ma vad langa un barbat acceptabil pentru altele dar superb pentru mine.m'a atras din prima clipa.imi place stilul sau de a vorbi.misterul pe care'l emana.inabordabilitatea pe care si'a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"construit'o"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de'a lungul anilor.capacitatea de a retine lucruri marunte.nesemnificative pentru altii dar importante pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;problemele mele devin problemele lui si invers.stiu ca e capabil de mult mai multe lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da,chiar are cel mai frumos zambet din lume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5886059162802015965?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5886059162802015965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/el.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5886059162802015965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5886059162802015965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/el.html' title='el'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3790922295709082555</id><published>2011-06-07T22:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:02:49.648+03:00</updated><title type='text'>anotimpul sentimentelor</title><content type='html'>observ ca e "anotimpul scrisorilor".tot primesc scrisori,mail'uri.le primesc de la persoane cu care nu mai am nici o legatura sau cu care n'am vorbit niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nu ne cunoasteam.nu ne'am vazut niciodata dar totusi stim destule una despre cealalta.avem un numitor comun.A.da,sunt eu,fosta lui iubita.nu'ti scriu pentru a'ti reprosa ceva.nu voi putea face niciodata asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il cunosc de patru ani.dupa doi ani de prietenie am inceput o relatie.datorita sentimentelor,dupa parerea mea.din greseala,dupa parerea lui.in primele trei luni ale relatiei era atent,dragastos.in luna aprilie,te cunoaste pe tine.toata povestea mea incepea sa se clatine.era din ce'n ce mai distant.incepuse sa se indragosteasca de tine.simteam asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'am iubit.inca il iubesc.ai luptat pentru el.stiu ca'ti era greu.te gandeai ca eu sunt tot timpul langa el.da,te gandeai bine.dar vezi tu?eu eram langa el doar fizic.pentru ca din punct de vedere psihic el era langa tine.zi si noapte.in fiecare moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiam ca atunci cand nu raspunde la telefon e cu tine.plangeam.ma gandeam la ce am gresit.simteam cum ma arde tot corpul.ca n'am cum sa lupt.ca nu'l voi castiga.probabil asta a fost greseala mea.uneori incercam sa te intrec.sa fiu mai buna ca tine.sa te depasesc in tot.era absurd.acum realizez.nu aveam ce face.doar iti multumeam,pe ascuns,pentru simplul fapt ca de fiecare data se intorcea fericit.nu'i reprosam nimic.nu eram pregatita sa'l pierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timpul a trecut.ne'am distantat si mai mult.simteam pe zi ce trece ca'l pierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiam ca mai e cineva in viata lui dar nu vroiam sa admit.am trecut peste aceasta negare si am inceput sa caut indicii.nu a trebuit sa caut mult.nu incerca sa se ascunda.ii era indiferent daca continuam sau nu.vroia sa fie cu tine.intr'o perioada ajunsesem sa cred ca eu sunt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cealalta"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; din viata lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am discutat cu el in seara despartirii.despre tine.a zambit cand a inceput sa vorbeasca de tine.ochii ii straluceau.era fericit.stii ce mi'a zis?ca esti frumoasa.ca ai acel ceva.ca'i plac ochii tai.ca'i place cum zambesti.ca'i place ca te consideri imperfecta,in timp ce in ochii lui esti perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esti o femeie puternica.stiu ca el vroia de mult timp sa ne despartim.tu erai cea care il indemna sa mearga mai departe.sa nu ma paraseasca.sa mai incerce.esti matura.inteligenta.amuzanta.perfecta.cum sa nu te iubeasca in aceste conditii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ai oferit tot.dragoste.atentie.spatiu.sansa mea s'a dus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu te urasc.stiu cum e sa iubesti.n'ai facut nici un rau.doar ai iubit.atata tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'am vazut acum cateva zile.nu mai era la fel.am vorbit cu el si mi'a spus ca te'a pierdut.ca ai plecat de langa el.de ce m'am hotarat sa'ti scriu?pentru ca inca il iubesc si stiu ca sufera enorm ca nu te mai are.tot ce vreau e sa'i mai dai o sansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te rog.te iubeste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3790922295709082555?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3790922295709082555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/anotimpul-sentimentelor.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3790922295709082555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3790922295709082555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/anotimpul-sentimentelor.html' title='anotimpul sentimentelor'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7162379741935055765</id><published>2011-06-01T23:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:26:00.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisoarea lui</title><content type='html'>"te'am privit pe ascuns si m'am indragostit fara sa vreau.erai ceea ce consideram pana in acel moment "fata perfecta".satena.ochi verzi.inalta.talie subtire.sani potriviti.picioare lungi.imi placea privirea ta.faptul ca ai stiut sa te faci placuta.te'am descoperit.incet.am vazut ca in spatele acestor trasaturi fizice se ascundea o fata sensibila,cuminte,iubitoare si atenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am avut.ii multumesc Celui de Sus.te'am pierdut.am fost arogant.am crezut ca vei sta langa mine,indiferent de ce ti'as face.te'am inselat.ti'am ascuns.tu ai aflat.am regretat.tu ai plecat.te'am cautat.tu m'ai uitat.te'am sunat.tu mi'ai inchis.stiu ca inca ma iubesti.stiu ca inca ma vrei langa tine.poate la fel cum,inca,te vreau si eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am admirat intotdeauna.n'ai stiut asta niciodata.nu ti'am spus.nu te'am cautat atat cat trebuia.treceau zile,saptamani sau poate chiar luni de zile pana cand dadeam un semn.te suparai.iti trecea imediat ce ma auzeai alintandu'te.de fiecare data cand mi'era greu te cautam si tu erai langa mine.fara conditii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu ti'am spus niciodata cate lucruri stiu despre tine.cat de bine te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca atunci cand faci dus plangi.de tristete.ca uneori simti ca esti neajutorata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca'ti place sa stai seara pe terasa apartamentului insotita de un pahar de vin,un pachet de tigari si de telefonul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca plangi la filme.te'am vazut de multe ori.de fiecare data te ascundeai.nu ma lasai sa'ti vad chipul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca plangi la cazuri umanitare.stiu ca in acele momente iti blestemi viata pentru ca Dumnezeu nu ti'a dat nici o abilitate pentru a le lua durerile sau problemele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca'ti plac copii.te'am vazut de multe ori cum ii privesti.ti'am vazut de multe ori ochii in lacrimi.m'a durut.stiam ca eu nu'ti voi oferi un suflet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca zambesti dupa ce citesti ca te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca atunci cand ti'e greu iti mangai obrazul.exact in locul unde te mangaiam eu.asa te linistesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cel mai important lucru e acela ca stiu ca nu vom mai fi impreuna.stiu ca te iubesc si ca s'a terminat tot din vina mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca ma iubesti.stiu ca te doare.stiu ca vei plange cand vei citi ce ti'am scris.stiu ca te'am facut sa'ti readuci aminte de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc,copila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a avut dreptate.am zambit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7162379741935055765?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7162379741935055765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrisoarea-lui.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7162379741935055765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7162379741935055765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrisoarea-lui.html' title='scrisoarea lui'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1438690384394127631</id><published>2011-05-19T14:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:15:27.808+03:00</updated><title type='text'>descrierea barbatului meu</title><content type='html'>esti iubitul meu.amantul meu.prietenul meu cel mai bun.dusmanul meu.fericirea mea.motivul lacrimilor mele.atingerea din miez de noapte.sarutul diminetii.pasiunea trupeasca.barbatul meu.fericirea ochilor mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe scurt,esti totul meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1438690384394127631?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1438690384394127631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/descrierea-barbatului-meu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1438690384394127631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1438690384394127631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/descrierea-barbatului-meu.html' title='descrierea barbatului meu'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3050342361877337578</id><published>2011-05-11T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:26:09.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>iubirea=o prostie?</title><content type='html'>am trait cea mai tampita poveste de dragoste.am avut cele mai pure sentimente.ne'am inselat unul pe altul.ne'am facut rau intentionat.nu ne'a interesat pe nici unul dintre noi daca in aceasta poveste sa varsa lacrimi.cu cat erau mai multe,cu atat era mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt multi care n'au inteles povestea noastra,iubirea noastra.nici noi n'am inteles'o foarte mult.daca o intelegeam,nu ne mai raneam atat.uneori,ziceai ca participam la vreun concurs cu un premiu foarte mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne'am afisat sentimentele si trairile.paream nepasatori.ziceam ca nu'mi pasa de cealalta din viata ta,dar muream de durere.invatasem sa'mi stopez lacrimile si sa zambesc desi ma durea.era cel mai bine.ajunsesem o stana de piatra.nu stiam cum mai e sa te sensibilizeze un sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubeam tot ce traiam cu tine.uram distanta dintre noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum incep sa urasc chiar si ce iubeam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3050342361877337578?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3050342361877337578/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/iubireao-prostie.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3050342361877337578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3050342361877337578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/iubireao-prostie.html' title='iubirea=o prostie?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3620383108605651207</id><published>2011-05-05T23:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:45:18.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>de ce'mi zambesti cand iti spun ca te iubesc?de ce tresari cand te ating?de ce te rusinezi cand te privesc?de ce esti timid cand urmeaza sa fiu a ta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3620383108605651207?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3620383108605651207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3620383108605651207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3620383108605651207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6633566041126648597</id><published>2011-04-27T13:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:57:36.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>te'am iubit...</title><content type='html'>soarta a facut sa ne vedem pentru ultima oara.simteam acest lucru.amandoi.aceiasi poveste.acelasi sfarsit.dialogul a lipsit.ne era teama sa mai spunem ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am simtit amandoi ca e ultima oara cand ne vom vedea.nici unul n'a avut curaj sa recunoasca.daca stiam ca e asa ti'as fi retinut fiecare cuvant viu in gandul meu.ti'as fi spus cat te'am iubit.as fi recunoscut faptul ca am fost un las.daca stiam ca e ultima oara cand te'as fi vazut iesind pe usa ti'as fi dat un ultim sarut si imbratisare.ti'as fi mangaiat chipul si sarutat ochii.te'as fi rugat sa'mi mai spui "fraier" o data.ti'as fi vazut fericirea din ochi si gesturile de copila.ti'as fi spus tot ce simt si nu mi'as asuma,in mod prostesc,gandul ca deja le stii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de fiecare data m'am gandit la tine.te'am visat cu aceiasi ochi cu care te'am privit pentru prima oara.cum poti dormi,stiind ca visele tale sunt la mine in brate?ma poti auzi?ma poti visa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragostea nu se poate cumpara,dar exista un substitut al ei care se poate inchiria.exista sub forma de pastila.are efecte adverse,ca la orice alt medicament.l'am luat.pe moment m'am simtit bine,ai impresia ca durerea dispare si ca singuratatea ramane undeva departe.pentru o clipa te amagesti ca sarutul e dulce,ca mainile mele nu cauta doar pielea ei fina,ci sufletul ce sta ascuns in ea.imparti patul cu o femeie care nu vrei sa fie a ta.dar cel mai mult doare cand stii ca cea pe care o iubesti imparte patul cu altul.doare ca te prefaci,si totusi continui....asta am simtit eu...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6633566041126648597?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6633566041126648597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/team-iubit.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6633566041126648597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6633566041126648597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/team-iubit.html' title='te&apos;am iubit...'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8213078673791972412</id><published>2011-04-17T14:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:34:00.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri....vechi</title><content type='html'>se aseaza pe scarile casei.incearca sa uite de cuvintele lui.nici nu mai realizeaza ca afara ploua.se gandeste la el si la duritatea cuvintelor lui.l'a iubit.stie prea bine asta.s'a folosit de iubirea pe care i'a purtat'o,doar pentru a face'o sa sufere. iubea s'o vada plangand.iubea s'o stie a lui. nu mai are nimic de spus.soarbe fiecare cuvant si'l retine.nu exista loc de alte interpretari.n'a iubit'o.sau poate a iubit'o prea mult.nimeni nu va stii niciodata. atmosfera intima.ei doi si a lor pasiune.priviri.atingeri.clipe.s'au dus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8213078673791972412?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8213078673791972412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/amintirivechi.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8213078673791972412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8213078673791972412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/amintirivechi.html' title='amintiri....vechi'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5968195087459344587</id><published>2011-04-08T13:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:40:00.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet kinky boy</title><content type='html'>am pierdut nopti,dar am castigat momente.ne'am pierdut in sarutari.ti'am adorat atingerea.privirea ta mi'a mangaiat corpul.ochii mei straluceau.de fericire.eram in bratele tale.te priveam prin fumul dens de tigara.erai al meu. cuvintele nu'si au rostul.privirile,gesturile vorbesc pentru noi.ne intelegem de minune.suntem un intreg. te iubesc,babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5968195087459344587?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5968195087459344587/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sweet-kinky-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5968195087459344587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5968195087459344587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sweet-kinky-boy.html' title='my sweet kinky boy'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3592245547255603630</id><published>2011-04-03T23:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:41:00.833+03:00</updated><title type='text'>trandafiri</title><content type='html'>mai are momente cand evadeaza.cand pentru cateva clipe e singura.pleaca.fara sa'l deranjeze.fara sa'l trezeasca.isi ia poseta,cheile masinii,cartea. albumul hotel costes canta in surdina.geamul intre-deschis ii permite aerului sa intre.ii place.zambeste din motive puerile sau poate chiar stupide. parcheaza.coboara.nu se grabeste.se opreste in locul ei preferat,la canapeaua ei preferata.se aseaza comod si incepe sa citeasca&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;."viata furata".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; o carte minunata.tigara e aprinsa.citeste.fumeaza si soarbe din cafea.isi mai arunca cate o privire asupra lacului.frumos loc.frumos oras. se gandeste la el&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;."oare s'a trezit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mesaj: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"uita'te in dreapta ta."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;si m'am uitat.era el.un buchet de trandafiri in bratele lui.ma indrept spre el si'l sarut.in acel fel ii multumesc pentru flori. asa mi'am petrecut eu ziua alaturi de el.frumos,nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3592245547255603630?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3592245547255603630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/trandafiri.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3592245547255603630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3592245547255603630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/04/trandafiri.html' title='trandafiri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8217286278331561085</id><published>2011-03-25T12:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:40:44.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stele</title><content type='html'>departe de ochii lumii,isi parcheaza masina in fata scarii.urca treptele in graba.el trebuie sa'si faca aparitia.tot ce vrea in momentul acela e sa faca dus.stropii de apa rece sa cada pe trupul ei gol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajunge in apartament.se dezbraca de la usa.obiceiul ei.face dus si'si rasfata pielea cu creme si parfumuri.se imbraca lejer si se aseaza pe sezlongul aflat pe terasa apartamentului ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insotita de un pahar de vin rosu,un pachet de tigari si doua telefoane.e nerabdatoare sa'l vada.sa'i spuna tot ce simte si sa'i arate ca era adevarat cand ii spunea ca'i este dor de el.zambeste gandindu'se la el si la reactia lui.e fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ghemuieste pe sezlong si priveste spre cer.centura lui orion.e fascinata de ea si de istoria din jurul ei.se pierde in ganduri,in amintiri.se aude soneria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-intra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramane pe terasa.nu se misca de acolo.il astepta pe el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buna!ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocea nu seamana cu a celui pe care'l astepta.se intoarce pentru a vedea cine a intrat in casa ei.il vede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ce cauti tu aici?&lt;br /&gt;-am venit sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;-iesi afara.n'avem ce discuta.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce mai dai afara?&lt;br /&gt;-trebuie sa apara iubitul meu si nu vreau sa te vada aici.&lt;br /&gt;-si daca nu vreau?&lt;br /&gt;-atunci te va da el afara.&lt;br /&gt;-ai planuri cu el?&lt;br /&gt;-adica?&lt;br /&gt;-vei fii a lui?&lt;br /&gt;-am fost a lui.sunt a lui si voi fii si de acum.deci da.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici nu l'am privit cand a plecat.doar am auzit usa inchizandu'se in urma lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mentosan,am ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sar in bratele lui si'l sarut.mi'a fost dor de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bine ai venit.mi'a fost dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-si mie.auzi,cumva a fost A. pe la tine?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.de ce?&lt;br /&gt;-pai cobora unu si semana cu el.&lt;br /&gt;-nu,nu era el.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8217286278331561085?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8217286278331561085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/stele.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8217286278331561085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8217286278331561085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/stele.html' title='stele'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-237843168439923523</id><published>2011-03-24T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:30:00.974+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubire de capsuni</title><content type='html'>corpul ii este acoperit doar de un voal imens.e primavara.simte ca infloreste.ca toate vor merge bine si ca va fi fericita.el e langa ea.se opreste in fata oglinzii si se uita la chipul ei.e fericit.ochii ei verzi stralucesc.isi aprinde o tigara.el o cuprinde in brate.ii simte sarutarea.puterea bratelor si caldura privirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voalul cade.trupul ii ramane dezgolit.o priveste.e doar a lui.e superba.ii iubeste corpul.o iubeste fara frontiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc,mentosan.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu,bomboana mea de capsuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se alinta.aiurea pentru altii.dar nostim pentru ei.zambesc.asta e cel mai important lucru.se inteleg din priviri.nu le pasa de restul.nu'i pasa cand cei din jurul ei ii spun ca nu e barbatul potrivit.il iubeste.cu defecte si calitati.si daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine,cu multe defecte.dar tocmai ele,il fac mai interesant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce'i cel mai important?ca'mi tresara inima cand il vad.ca e in patul meu,langa mine cand dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi'e dor de tine.vreau sa vii mai repede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-237843168439923523?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/237843168439923523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/iubire-de-capsuni.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/237843168439923523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/237843168439923523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/iubire-de-capsuni.html' title='iubire de capsuni'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8310179407445249276</id><published>2011-03-05T11:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:36:51.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mesagerie vocala</title><content type='html'>ii suna telefonul.era intr'o sedinta si nu putea raspunde.se uita la telefon,numar necunoscut ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"abonatul vodafone nu poate fi contactat.lasati un mesaj sonor dupa beep."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"buna.te sunasem pentru ca mi'era dor de tine si vroiam sa'ti aud vocea.din pacate nu se poate.poate esti ocupata sau poate nu ai vrut sa raspunzi.inteleg ambele situatii.tot ce vreau e sa te razgandesti si sa'mi mai dai o sansa.te rog."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj scris catre el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"tu faci misto de mine sau cum vine asta?cum adica sa ma razgandesc si sa'ti mai dau o sansa?vei mai avea o sansa doar in momentul in care vei fi singur.nu poti veni cu pretentia sa'ti mai ofer inca o sansa din multele pe care le'ai avut,in timp ce tu esti inca iubitul ei.am depasit momentele alea.acum am ajuns sa'mi doresc altceva.nu'mi mai doresc sa fiu "doar una".chiar daca am incepe iar sa umblam,sfarsitul va fi la fel.tu vei ramane cu ea si eu,singura.hai ca a fost frumos atunci,acum am strica totul daca am relua povestea.nu'ti mai ofer nimic.uita'ma.e spre binele meu."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8310179407445249276?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8310179407445249276/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/mesagerie-vocala.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8310179407445249276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8310179407445249276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/mesagerie-vocala.html' title='mesagerie vocala'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1069841684813972998</id><published>2011-03-03T11:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:51:08.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>final de poveste</title><content type='html'>ne'am cunoscut in urma cu doi ani si ceva.un restaurant renumit al urbei locale.stateam la bar si purtam o discutie cu unul dintre barmani.ma observa si uita sa'si mai ia privirea.deranjata de insistenta privirii lui,ma fac cat mai inteleasa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -scuza'ma.s'a intamplat ceva de te tot uiti la mine?&lt;br /&gt;  -nu.ma uitam ca ai ochii frumosi.mari.verzi si ca esti frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;  -mersi.&lt;br /&gt;  -mi'ar place sa iesim la un suc.te deranjeaza?&lt;br /&gt;  -nu.&lt;br /&gt;  -ok.da'mi numarul tau.&lt;br /&gt;  -poftim.&lt;br /&gt;  -mersi.te voi suna.&lt;br /&gt;  -sa nu uiti.&lt;br /&gt;  -nu.te asigur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'a sunat a doua zi.am iesit.n'am simtit cum trece timpul.orele s'au scurs si prezenta lui era din ce'n ce mai placuta.imi placea de el.brunet.ochi caprui.inalt&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;."minunat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era din "marele oras".pleaca.ma lasa singura dupa doua saptamani.povestea continua.ma indragostesc.fusesem a lui.fusese al meu.adevarul iese la iveala si aflu ca mai e si al altei femei.ca se imparte intre doua paturi,intre doua guri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am renuntat pentru putin timp din cauza ei,dar mi'am dat seama ca'l iubesc si ca trebuie sa lupt pentru el.si am luptat timp de 2 ani.am luptat degeaba.a ales'o tot pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singurul lucru care ma consoleaza?ca e langa femeia pe care o iubeste.ca povestea noastra a ramas acolo unde'i este locul,in trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greseala mea?ca poate nu i'am aratat cat il iubesc si cate sunt dispusa sa fac pentru el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"relatia" cu el mi'a adus multe lacrimi,dar si foarte multa fericire.toate au disparut in ceata.nu se mai intorc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma bucur ca am facut parte din viata lui,ca am fost a lui,ca am trait acea poveste.ca a ales'o pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: te'am iubit.pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1069841684813972998?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1069841684813972998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/final-de-poveste.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1069841684813972998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1069841684813972998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/final-de-poveste.html' title='final de poveste'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2289551413235691042</id><published>2011-03-01T10:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:48:49.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>el si eu</title><content type='html'>"la multi ani! sa ai parte de tot binele din lume alaturi de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  te'am vazut cu el.erai fericita.zambeai.erai superba.radiai. nu te'am uitat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2289551413235691042?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2289551413235691042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-si-eu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2289551413235691042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2289551413235691042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-si-eu.html' title='el si eu'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1572815468181861584</id><published>2011-02-22T17:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:03:05.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>renuntand</title><content type='html'>-ce doare cel mai tare?&lt;br /&gt;-din ce punct de vedere te referi?&lt;br /&gt;-din punct de vedere sufletesc.&lt;br /&gt;-sa'l vezi pe barbatul pe care'l iubesti alaturi de alta femeie.&lt;br /&gt;-iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-si l'ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-cum te'ai simtit?&lt;br /&gt;-jalnic.macar era el fericit.&lt;br /&gt;-esti sigura?&lt;br /&gt;-da,vreau sa cred ca da.&lt;br /&gt;-esti sigura ca langa ea ii este cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;-din moment ce n'a parasit'o....&lt;br /&gt;-de cat timp il iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;-de doi ani.&lt;br /&gt;-regreti ceva?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-te'a iubit?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-si totusi ai acceptat sa fi a lui timp de doi ani.&lt;br /&gt;-da.asa a fost sa fie.a fost frumos.atat a ramas.&lt;br /&gt;-poate va continua.&lt;br /&gt;-nu are rost.nu a ajuns sa tina la mine timp de doi ani,ce te face sa crezi ca se va intampla de acum incolo?&lt;br /&gt;-dorul de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-nu i'a fost niciodata dor de mine.&lt;br /&gt;-esti prea negativista.&lt;br /&gt;-nu,sunt doar realista.&lt;br /&gt;-e imposibil sa stai cu cineva doi ani si sa nu incepi sa tii la el.se intampla fara sa vrei.&lt;br /&gt;-uite ca el n'a patit asta.&lt;br /&gt;-se vede ca inca'l iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;-se mai intampla.intotdeauna exista un fraier care sufera intr'o relatie.se pare ca acum a fost randul meu.&lt;br /&gt;-tu ai facut pe altii sa sufere?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-si cum te'ai simtit?&lt;br /&gt;-pe unii i'am facut sa sufere fara sa vreau,pe altii intentionat.bine si rau.in functie de ei.&lt;br /&gt;-inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;-hai ca eu trebuie sa plec.am o intalnire.pa.&lt;br /&gt;-pot sa'ti mai zic ceva?&lt;br /&gt;-da,te rog.&lt;br /&gt;-il iubesti.se vede.suna'l.cauta'l.nu renunta la sansa ta.nu renunta la cel pe care'l iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;-mersi de sfat dar a renuntat el inaintea mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1572815468181861584?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1572815468181861584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/renuntand.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1572815468181861584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1572815468181861584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/renuntand.html' title='renuntand'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-703578627496415857</id><published>2011-02-17T14:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:17:07.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fericire</title><content type='html'>zambesc.de doua zile sunt fericita.tu esti motivul.stiu ca vor urma lacrimi amare.sunt constienta.e un risc.mi'l asum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-703578627496415857?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/703578627496415857/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/fericire.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/703578627496415857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/703578627496415857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/fericire.html' title='fericire'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3364989260507982239</id><published>2011-02-16T15:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:08:44.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zambesc</title><content type='html'>-chiar mi'e dor de tine!&lt;br /&gt;-dor de mine din ce punct de vedere?&lt;br /&gt;-sa te vad,sa te sarut,sa fi a mea,sa te privesc fumand,sa adormi in bratele mele si sa simt caldura corpului tau.&lt;br /&gt;-m'am saturat de minciuni.am fost a ta.nu mai e nevoie sa ma "aburesti".&lt;br /&gt;-niciodata nu m'ai crezut.&lt;br /&gt;-am avut motivele mele.&lt;br /&gt;-si care ar fi acelea?&lt;br /&gt;-hmm...stiu ca tot ce imi spuneai era adevarat.stiu ca,ce ziceai chiar credeai.stiu ca m'ai iubit.in felul tau,dar m'ai iubit.n'am vrut sa cred niciodata pentru ca imi era mie mai usor.necrezand in vorbele tale,treceam eu mai usor peste tot.intre noi a fost ceva....nimeni nu stie exact ce.nici noi nu prea stim.a fost...&lt;br /&gt;-a fost...suna asa de fals acest "a fost"....&lt;br /&gt;-de ce zici asta?&lt;br /&gt;-povestea noastra nu va face niciodata parte din trecut...&lt;br /&gt;-e dreptul tau sa crezi acest aspect....eu am inchis de mult aceasta poveste.&lt;br /&gt;-eu n'am inchis'o si nici nu vreau.multumita?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce?&lt;br /&gt;-te mai vreau o noapte.atat.jur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3364989260507982239?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3364989260507982239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/zambesc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3364989260507982239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3364989260507982239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/zambesc.html' title='zambesc'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7189897779711959076</id><published>2011-02-02T18:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:12:58.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>asternuturi</title><content type='html'>mi'e frica de ce va veni.mi'e frica pentru ca tu nu mai esti langa mine.nu mai esti in dreapta mea.nu ma va mai intelege nimeni.nimeni nu va stii sa "citeasca" ce "scrie" in ochii mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa uit de tine si de povestea noastra.vreau sa traiesc intr'o lume perfecta....perfecta pentru mine....dar imperfecta pentru altii.sa fie lumea mea si doar a mea.sa fiu fericita in ea.sa uit ce inseamna cuvantul "lacrimi".sa rad.mult.sa plang de fericire.sa uit de griji.sa uit de ea.sa uit de iubirea mea pentru tine.sa uit de momentele noastre,de felul cum ma priveai sau sarutai.jur.nu mi'a mai ramas nimic.incep sa urasc tot ce am trait cu tine.de ce?pentru ca acum simt ca se rupe ceva in mine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: asternuturile mele inca poarta mirosul tau.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7189897779711959076?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7189897779711959076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/asternuturi.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7189897779711959076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7189897779711959076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/asternuturi.html' title='asternuturi'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1870019244462281293</id><published>2011-01-25T20:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:03:14.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>punct</title><content type='html'>Sta intinsa pe canapea. Gandurile ei sunt pierdute. Se gandeste la el. La iubire. La tot ce implica o relatie. Fumeaza. Prea mult. Scrumiera e plina. Paharul de vin e gol. La fel e si sticla. Au golit’o. mai mult el decat ea. Se uita prin camera. Camasa lui pierduta undeva printre perne. Reciteste biletul de la el. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ m’a sunat.a trebuit sa plec.imi pare rau.ma voi revansa.nu uita ca te iubesc.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lacrimi? Nu. Nu mai are putere. S’a schimbat mult. Nu mai e aceiasi. Trebuie sa’l uite. Sa se rupa de el. Acea liniste este intrerupta de melodia mesageriei. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ma ierti?”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nu vrea sa’I raspunda. Nu stie ce sa’I spuna. Isi reaprinde o tigara din pachetul lui. Priveste in gol. Sa’I raspunda? Dar ce sa’I spuna? Ii da mesaj: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“sa’ti verifici mailul.acolo vei gasi raspunsul meu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“voiam sa te sun dar stiam cum voi reactiona.vroiam sa’ti dau mesaj dar ar fi fost prea lung asa ca iti scriu acest mail.te’am iubit si inca te iubesc.o stii foarte bine si poate din acest motiv ti’am acceptat atatea si din acelasi motiv ti’ai permis sa le faci.stiai ca orice ai face,eu te voi ierta si voi trece cu vederea.asa a fost.ai gandit bine.eu,nu.atunci cand iubesti uiti de tot.nu mai iei in considerare nimic si uneori iti pierzi demnitatea,orgoliul.asa a fost si in cazul meu.nu e vorba ca regret….pana la urma,eu tot ce am facut a fost din dragoste.ce simti tu nu stiu si acum nu imi mai pasa.asta a fost picatura care a umplut paharul.ai ales’o pe ea.perfect.dar cu ea sa ramai.de mine sa uiti.nu are rost sa ne amagim.voi trece peste.sunt o femeie puternica.sunt o femeie frumoasa si dorita de alti barbatii.o stii bine.erai mandru cand eram langa tine.erai bucuros ca te tineam de mana si erai privit cu invidie de ceilalti.s’au dus toate.un singur lucru nu vreau sa uiti.de fiecare data cand te vei gandi la mine adu’ti aminte cine a lasat pe cine.nu prea mai am ce sa’ti spun.sa stii ca mi’am dorit prea multe.erai cel langa care vroiam sa ma trezesc pentru tot restul vietii.nu uita asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta a fost povestea noastra,crampeiele noastre de fericire.tot ce vreau e sa’ti fie bine.daca ai ales’o pe ea inseamna ca langa ea iti este bine.nu sunt geloasa pe iubirea ce I’o porti.spre deosebire de mine,ea a stiut cum sa te pastreze.desi ai inselat’o,te’ai intors de fiecare data.o iubesti,fraiere asa cum eu te iubesc pe tine.minteai de fiecare data.nu ma iubeai.doar iti ofeream liniste.langa mine ai cunoscut pasiunea.aventura.atat.nu sentimentele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi’a parut bine. Nu mai zic nimic. Inchei totul. Te iubesc,fraiere. Ai grija de tine si de ea. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr’adevar a incheiat totul. Si’a terminat tigara. Paharul e gol. Pachetul de tigari la fel. Isi ia poseta si pleaca. Lasa in urma ei acea camera de hotel. Se rupe de trecutul ei. Povestea lor ramane acolo intre acei 4 pereti. Nu’si va mai aminti de ea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1870019244462281293?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1870019244462281293/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/01/punct.html#comment-form' title='15 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1870019244462281293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1870019244462281293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2011/01/punct.html' title='punct'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7915131925189287775</id><published>2010-12-27T13:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:12:01.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>jur: te voi iubi.</title><content type='html'>fereastra apartamentului ei.se aseaza comod si priveste cum picaturile de ploaie se lovesc de geam.in surdina se aude ultimul album Buddha Bar.e preferatul ei.fumeaza.paharul cu vin rosu e langa ea.admite ca l'a pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e singura.nu'i e bine.nu se observa acest lucru.nu'ti dai seama de durerea ei decat daca o cunosti foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se gandeste la cel din viata ei.nu'l iubeste.stie asta.merita toata dragostea din lume.jura.va ajunge sa'l iubeasca.trebuie.chiar de'ar fi ultimul lucru pe care'l face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ce faci,iubita?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priveste ecranul telefonului.tacere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"bine,dragul meu.acasa.tu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "si eu la fel.ne vedem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "da.ne intalnim acolo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "ok,iubita.te pup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "ok."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7915131925189287775?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7915131925189287775/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/jur-te-voi-iubi.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7915131925189287775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7915131925189287775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/jur-te-voi-iubi.html' title='jur: te voi iubi.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3395494014907397273</id><published>2010-12-24T16:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:01:57.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un dor imens</title><content type='html'>de ce ma mint ca mi'e bine?de ce ma mint ca nu'mi mai e dor de tine?de atingerile tale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce ma mint ca nu ma doare ca nu ne mai leaga nimic?de ce ma mint ca nu te mai iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe zi ce trece mi'e mai dor de tine.pe zi ce trece te vreau mai mult langa mine....pe zi ce trece,corpul meu simte nevoia de a fi atins de tine.....pe zi ce trece simt nevoia din ce in ce mai mult de a'ti da mesaj.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3395494014907397273?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3395494014907397273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-dor-imens.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3395494014907397273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3395494014907397273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-dor-imens.html' title='un dor imens'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4819243226727444827</id><published>2010-12-23T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:17:00.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cheia ta-partea II</title><content type='html'>pleaca.se refugiaza in camera de hotel.vrea sa planga.vrea sa tipe.vrea sa uite.nu poate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telefon aruncat prin asternuturi.suna fara oprire.se face ca nu'l aude.ce rost are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stropi de apa calda pe trupul ei.fiori reci pe sira spinarii.imagini cu el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"trebuie sa vorbim.sa'ti explic ce ai vazut."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "te rog.raspunde."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "andrar,raspunde.nu ma las pana nu discutam."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "n'are rost.nu mai avem ce vorbi.pa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "ba da.mai avem si inca multe.asa de repede a disparut dragostea ta?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   "nu vorbi despre dragoste pentru ca tu,tot ce faci acum e sa murdaresti un sentiment.dragostea ce ti'o purtam a disparut cand te'am vazut cu ea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "n'are cum sa dispara asa de repede."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "ba da.se vede ca nu ma cunosti.e mai bine asa.sterge orice ce tine de mine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "nu vreau."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4819243226727444827?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4819243226727444827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheia-ta-partea-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4819243226727444827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4819243226727444827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheia-ta-partea-ii.html' title='cheia ta-partea II'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5525849147833308123</id><published>2010-12-14T21:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:53:52.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cheia ta -partea 1</title><content type='html'>bucuresti.un apartament.centrul capitalei.un el si'o ea.un dialog anost.o invitatie la masa refuzata.ies separat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o cafenea.el,insotit de o femeie frumoasa.ea,insotita de niste barbatii frumosi.o tine de mana.ii vorbeste frumos.o soarbe din priviri.se citeste pe fata lui fericirea de a fi cu ea,femeia blonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cealalta sta pierduta pe canapea si incearca sa uite de el.o vede.deja e tarziu.nu vorbeste cu el.lasa doar o cheie si un bilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"poftim cheia.nu mai am nevoie de ea.poti face ce vrei cu hainele mele.nu ma intereseaza.sa nu ma mai cauti."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inmaneaza biletul ospatarului.pleaca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5525849147833308123?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5525849147833308123/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheia-ta-partea-1.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5525849147833308123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5525849147833308123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheia-ta-partea-1.html' title='cheia ta -partea 1'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-548607796403134968</id><published>2010-12-08T17:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:55:26.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of happiness</title><content type='html'>un dialog.vesti bune.lacrimi.de fericire.mi'e dor de tine.mi'a fost intotdeauna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-548607796403134968?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/548607796403134968/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/tears-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/548607796403134968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/548607796403134968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/tears-of-happiness.html' title='tears of happiness'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3507847630682937620</id><published>2010-11-26T20:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:29:44.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ma mai iubesti?</title><content type='html'>-sa nu uiti niciodata ce ne'a legat,ce am trait.&lt;br /&gt;-ce rost are,dragul meu?&lt;br /&gt;-are.intodeauna va avea.ne'am iubit.&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-ma mai iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.mi'ai facut prea mult rau.a disparut orice farama de iubire.pacat.&lt;br /&gt;-imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-nu mai are rost acum,iubire.a trecut.nu ma mai doare.a fost frumos.atat trebuie sa stii.&lt;br /&gt;-da,a fost frumos.cand te mariti?&lt;br /&gt;-mai dureaza.nu ma grabesc.important e ca e langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;-ma bucur.meriti.&lt;br /&gt;-stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: te'am iubit.poate inca te mai iubesc.nu vei stii niciodata.poate e cel mai bine sa ramanem despartiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3507847630682937620?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3507847630682937620/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ma-mai-iubesti.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3507847630682937620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3507847630682937620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ma-mai-iubesti.html' title='ma mai iubesti?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1506293227889285049</id><published>2010-11-20T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:50:00.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a lui.</title><content type='html'>o cuprinde in brate.ii saruta gatul si mangaie abdomenul.ii sopteste cuvinte dulci de iubire.i'a fost dor de el.de felul cum o priveste,atinge,saruta sau chiar de felul in care o minte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a lui.uita de tot.se daruieste trup si suflet.e fericita.adoarme in bratele lui.ii mangaie crestetul incet.o saruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se trezeste.a fost doar un vis.lacrimi.dor.vor trece.stie asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1506293227889285049?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1506293227889285049/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/lui.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1506293227889285049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1506293227889285049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/lui.html' title='a lui.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5731185006740279707</id><published>2010-11-17T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:59:05.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>marsh</title><content type='html'>plang si blestem ziua cand te'am cunoscut.trebuie sa uit tot.chiar de'ar fi ultimul lucru pe care'l fac in viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dispari din viata mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5731185006740279707?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5731185006740279707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/marsh.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5731185006740279707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5731185006740279707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/marsh.html' title='marsh'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5596566368916179587</id><published>2010-11-10T13:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:18:00.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PS.</title><content type='html'>nu m'ai cunoscut niciodata.ai vazut doar ce ti'am permis.ai uitat.eu nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dor.si daca ti'as recunoaste ce as rezolva?nimic.m'as lovi de acelasi zid de beton care nu poate fi daramat.in fata ta sunt nepasatoare.nu'ti arat fericirea ce ma cuprinde cat te privesc.e tarziu pentru noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu s'a zis nici "adio".s'a terminat cand ai considerat fara ca eu sa stiu ca acela e sfarsitul.nu'i nici o problema.roata se intoarce.si se va intoarce in favoarea mea.vei vedea cum e.te asigur.nu ma razbun.doar vreau sa vezi cum e sa'ti doresti ceva si cineva sa'si bata joc de dorinta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:am fost doar "una" pentru tine.si tu vei fi la fel pentru mine.DOAR UNU.te va durea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5596566368916179587?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5596566368916179587/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ps.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5596566368916179587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5596566368916179587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ps.html' title='PS.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-410722489108250527</id><published>2010-10-29T23:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:11:46.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>adio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-410722489108250527?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/410722489108250527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/410722489108250527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/410722489108250527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-188921684745824636</id><published>2010-10-18T22:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:57:24.691+03:00</updated><title type='text'>te ......</title><content type='html'>te'am iubit pentru ca ma faceai sa rad,sa traiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am iubit pentru ca te purtai cu ea asa cum imi doream sa te porti cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'am iubit pentru felul in care ma privea,zambea,atingea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am iubit atat de mult incat uitasem cat doare,stiind ca'ti traiesti viata langa ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubeam si iti spuneam "la revedere" cu zambetul pe buze,desi stiam ca te duci la ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iubeam si doar din cauza asta uitasem durerea de a te stii in bratele ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-188921684745824636?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/188921684745824636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/te.html#comment-form' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/188921684745824636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/188921684745824636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/te.html' title='te ......'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2032138503469020743</id><published>2010-10-14T13:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:20:21.227+03:00</updated><title type='text'>clipe</title><content type='html'>am momente cand ma gandesc unde esti...cu cine mai umblii,ce mai faci....cu ce cuvinte ti'as putea spune mai usor ca mi'e dor...de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probabil si el face acelasi lucru ca si mine.poate si el vrea la fel de mult sa ma sune,dar n'o face pentru ca nu l'am sunat nici eu...poate si lui ii este dor de mine exact la fel cum imi este mie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cele mai multe ganduri sunt amintiri.acestea sunt cele mai decisive.mersul lui.felul in care fuma.rasul lui.a plecat.am plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu te'ai mai gandi la mine?doar pentru ca privirea ta nu ma mai poate vedea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne despartim,dar nu ne uitam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2032138503469020743?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2032138503469020743/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/clipe.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2032138503469020743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2032138503469020743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/clipe.html' title='clipe'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3851991071410874740</id><published>2010-10-12T19:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:46:22.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>vise? o prostie</title><content type='html'>vise?am uitat sa visez.nu mai am nevoie de ele.se indeplinesc prea greu si prea tarziu.uneori nu mai ai nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca as visa ce as rezolva?nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viata mi'a aratat ca e capabila sa'mi spulbere si cel mai banal vis.ca poate "sterge" orice speranta.ca e in stare sa nu lase nimic in urma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3851991071410874740?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3851991071410874740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/vise-o-prostie.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3851991071410874740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3851991071410874740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/vise-o-prostie.html' title='vise? o prostie'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1939154092447049720</id><published>2010-10-08T15:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:14:53.138+03:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri</title><content type='html'>mi'am adus aminte de tine.prea multe amintiri doar pentru o zi.prea multe clipe frumoase re-traite in cateva minute.n'am uitat nimic din povestea noastra.te'am tinut viu in memorie pentru o perioada de timp.pe parcurs flacara s'a diminuat.a ramas doar cenusa.focul a ars,atunci.eram varianta ta feminina.stii la ce ma refer.totul era intens.nu ne plictiseam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu voi uita clipele noastre.felul cum ma priveai.zambeai.sarutai.atingeai.minteai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu voi putea uita felul cum ma tineai in brate.sau cum adormeam la pieptul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne'am zis adio.ne'am despartit fara sa ne impartasim gandurile.amandoi am sters tot ce tine de celalalt.ce rost are?ne'am facut prea mult rau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1939154092447049720?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1939154092447049720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/miam-adus-aminte-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1939154092447049720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1939154092447049720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/miam-adus-aminte-de-tine.html' title='amintiri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6028240369117638334</id><published>2010-10-05T21:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:53:21.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'>atunci</title><content type='html'>te'am privit fara sa stii.te'am ascultat desi nu'mi te adresai mie.ti'am invatat tabieturile.ti'am zambit desi nu'mi zambeai mie.m'am gandit la tine desi,tu,nu te gandeai la mine.am tacut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucrurile s'au schimbat pe parcurs.ce simtisem eu atunci,simteai tu,acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intre timp am uitat.n'am mai privit.n'am mai zambit.te'am uitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totul se duce in timp.totul dispare.nimic nu ramane.uneori nu raman nici amintirile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te'am adorat.candva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6028240369117638334?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6028240369117638334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/atunci.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6028240369117638334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6028240369117638334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/atunci.html' title='atunci'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7615503568126711213</id><published>2010-10-01T21:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:41:59.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>discutie</title><content type='html'>-de ce mi'ai dat mesaj aseara?&lt;br /&gt;-asa...vroiam sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;-se intamplase ceva?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.ti'am zis,doar vroiam sa vorbim.mi'era dor.&lt;br /&gt;-hmm.dragut.&lt;br /&gt;-nu te asteptai,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-poate acum am realizat ce am avut si ce n'am fost in stare sa pastrez.&lt;br /&gt;-intotdeauna,tu,realizezi prea tarziu.ne stim de 8 ani.am umblat timp de 2 ani.ai avut timp destul pentru a realiza ce ai langa tine.probabil....&lt;br /&gt;-probabil ce?&lt;br /&gt;-nimic.&lt;br /&gt;-hai,te rog,spune.&lt;br /&gt;-alta data.trebuie sa cobor.a venit cineva sa ma ia.pa pa.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.pa.vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt doar lucruri care au venit prea tarziu.atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7615503568126711213?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7615503568126711213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/discutie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7615503568126711213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7615503568126711213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/discutie.html' title='discutie'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1817707967241977058</id><published>2010-09-26T23:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:24:38.312+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fericit?</title><content type='html'>se apropie incet de masina ei.sta cateva secunde inainte de a porni motorul.prea multe emotii pentru a fi simtite in doar cateva secunde.prea multe amintiri.pleaca.se indreapta spre Palatul Snagov.cu doua luni inainte primise o invitatie la nunta.trebuia s'o onoreze.trebuia sa incheie povestea dupa doi ani de zile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parcheaza masina.coboara.isi aprinde tigara.se gandeste la el.paseste pe scarile palatului.corpul ei este acoperit de o rochie neagra cu trena.parul sau,saten,prins intr'un coc cuperb.ea,este superba.nu doreste sa asiste foarte mult la petrecere.vroia sa inapoieze un obiect si sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intra.toate privirile se intorc asupra ei.se indreapta spre el avand in mana o cutiuta.o primise cu un an in urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strabate tot salonul.se opreste in fata mesei lui.tace.deschide cutiuta si piatra incepe sa straluceasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -iti apartine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mut de uimire.nu se astepta s'o vada.nu se astepta sa'i inapoieze inelul.fusese pentru ea.isi dorise sa fie sotia lui.planurile s'au schimbat intre timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaca.petrecerea s'a terminat pentru ea.&lt;br /&gt;mesaj:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    "unde ai plecat?"&lt;br /&gt;    "la hotel.vreau sa ma odihnesc,sa ascult muzica,sa fumez si sa beau un pahar de vin rosu."&lt;br /&gt;    "vin si eu.trebuie sa vorbim."&lt;br /&gt;    "nu,e mai bine sa nu vii.distreaza'te.e nunta ta.daca iti pasa de sotia ta e mai bine sa nu vii.daca vii imi arati un singur lucru."&lt;br /&gt;    "ce?"&lt;br /&gt;   "ca iti mai pasa de mine."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;liniste.bate la usa.se duce spre usa,avand tigara si paharul cu vin rosu in mana.deschide.era el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-trebuie sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;-cand ma vei asculta?ti'am zis sa nu vii.ce i'ai zis miresei tale?&lt;br /&gt;-nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;-ce vrei sa vorbim?&lt;br /&gt;-de ce a trebuit sa apari azi?tocmai azi?&lt;br /&gt;-asa am simtit.trebuia sa'ti inapoiez inelul,personal.&lt;br /&gt;-nu trebuia.era al tau.&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu.ar fi fost prea dificil pentru mine sa stau sa privesc un inel de logodna,in timp ce eu nu mai eram logodita.&lt;br /&gt;-imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-acum e prea tarziu pentru regrete sau alte sentimente.mult prea tarziu.timpul s'a scurs.intoarce'te.vreau sa ma schimb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se intoarce cu spatele la el.sta in dreptul oglinzii.rochia cade incet pe trupul ei.sta si o priveste."e frumoasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stiu ca e tarziu dar trebuia sa'mi mai cer scuze inca o data.&lt;br /&gt;-hai,du'te inapoi la nunta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sarutat'o pe frunte.i'a luat tigara.a privit'o pentru ultima oara si a plecat.a fost iubirea ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "te'am iubit."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    "casa de piatra."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1817707967241977058?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1817707967241977058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/fericit.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1817707967241977058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1817707967241977058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/fericit.html' title='fericit?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6813982014161356058</id><published>2010-09-24T19:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:29:02.162+03:00</updated><title type='text'>intrebari fara raspunsuri</title><content type='html'>sentimente pe post de afis.clipe pierdute prin asternuturi.momente retraite in continuu.aceleasi personaje.situatii diferite.discutii fara sens.certuri aiurea.intimitate perfecta.zile la fel de perfecte.clipe regasite si retraite.dor.de mine.de tine.de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi aprind o tigara si incerc sa nu ma mai gandesc la tine.cum sa te uit cand totul imi aminteste de tine?pana si prietenii mei te adora.da,nu te mint,imi doresc sa ma uit in dreapta mea si sa te pot vedea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zambesc.aiurea.desi ma doare.ascund.e durerea mea.nu a lor.nu a ta.au trecut doua saptamani si tot nu ti'am raspuns la mesaj.oare are rost?povestea se va repeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"asculta'l,iti va parea rau."&lt;br /&gt;"te iubeste,tampito."&lt;br /&gt;"vei ramane a lui indiferent de situatie."&lt;br /&gt;"il vrei inca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probabil....inca il iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6813982014161356058?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6813982014161356058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/intrebari-fara-raspunsuri.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6813982014161356058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6813982014161356058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/intrebari-fara-raspunsuri.html' title='intrebari fara raspunsuri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8952043635812754099</id><published>2010-09-20T17:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:17:20.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sampanie</title><content type='html'>the office lounge.aglomeratie.doua mese.una langa alta.amandoi in acelasi club.el,soseste insotit.ea,la fel ca intotdeauna,singura.o privesti insistent.ti'era dor de ea.poate prea mult.satena de la bratul tau observa.iti atrage atentia.nu'ti pasa.te uiti in continuare la cea pe care o doresti.cea pentru care bateai atatea sute de km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singura.o masa.sase baieti.whisky.vodka.suc de mere.pachete de tigari.brichete.scrumiere.fum de tigara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 sticle de sampanie!&lt;br /&gt;-imediat,va aduc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doua sticle sunt deschise pentru a fi baute.celelalte trei doar pentru a ne "uda".sticla este deschisa iar ea este sarutata.il priveste pe cel insotit.e nervos.pleaca.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"te rog,te vreau inapoi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8952043635812754099?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8952043635812754099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/sampanie.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8952043635812754099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8952043635812754099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/sampanie.html' title='sampanie'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6220189332263739594</id><published>2010-09-13T17:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:21:00.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>plaja</title><content type='html'>o plaja uitata de lume.doar cateva cupluri sunt prezente.nisipul e fin.marea mai curata.liniste.doar ele doua si fiul ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-iti mai e dor de el?&lt;br /&gt;-care el?&lt;br /&gt;-el...T.&lt;br /&gt;-da...&lt;br /&gt;-pai si n'ai de gand sa mai faci nimic?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.s'a terminat.nu mi'a dat nici o explicatie.a plecat,pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt;-nu te'a mai cautat?&lt;br /&gt;-a incercat sa mai dea de mine dar nu i'am raspuns la telefoane si mesaje.&lt;br /&gt;-dar il iubesti...inca.&lt;br /&gt;-da.dar nu se poate sterge modul in care s'a terminat.stii ca eu nu uit si nici nu iert.m'am schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;-da...prea mult.eu zic sa'i mai dai o sansa.&lt;br /&gt;-a avut destule.&lt;br /&gt;-cum crezi.eu vreau doar sa'ti fie tie bine.&lt;br /&gt;-imi va fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiul ei.construia fortarete in nisip.il ajuta.zambeste.e fericit.petrece o zi intreaga cu mama lui.e fericita si ea,la randul ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramane singura.sezlong.cafea.tigara.apa plata.il priveste pe cel mic cum se joaca.e vesel,haios,curios.la fel ca ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in timp ce'si savureaza cafeaua se aude un "buna".......se intoarce ......il vede dupa o absenta de 2 luni....prea putine cuvinte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buna.&lt;br /&gt;-ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;-bine.tu?&lt;br /&gt;-la fel.&lt;br /&gt;-ma bucur.ce'i cu tine aici?&lt;br /&gt;-te'am vazut de cand ai venit.vreau sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;-nu mai avem ce vorbi.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce spui asta?&lt;br /&gt;-dar ce vrei sa spun?&lt;br /&gt;-ca ma vei asculta.&lt;br /&gt;-bine,vorbeste.repede.n'am timp.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.imi pare rau pentru tot.n'am vrut sa se termine asa.m'am speriat.ajunsesem sa tin prea mult la tine intr'un timp foarte scurt.&lt;br /&gt;-dar....&lt;br /&gt;-te rog,lasa'ma sa spun tot ce am de zis......&lt;br /&gt;-ok.&lt;br /&gt;-am ajuns sa tin la tine cum n'am tinut la alta femeie.uneori ma gandeam ca esti prea buna pentru mine.ca n'am facut nimic bun pentru a te merita.eram fericit.te iubeam.&lt;br /&gt;-aha.inteleg.altceva?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.mi'a parut bine.pa.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se intoarce,trist, spre sezlongul lui.i'a oferit ocazia sa'si ceara scuze dar n'a facut'o.nici el nu stie de ce.sa se mai intoarca?dar va fi la fel de rece si nepasatoare cu el.n'o condamna.are motive.ea doar a incercat sa fie bine si sa'l faca fericit.el...cine stie ce isi dorea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj primit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"iarta'ma.te iubesc.te vreau inapoi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6220189332263739594?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6220189332263739594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/plaja.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6220189332263739594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6220189332263739594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/plaja.html' title='plaja'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6155343667102122941</id><published>2010-09-03T23:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:28:00.658+03:00</updated><title type='text'>alexandru</title><content type='html'>cafea.tigara.scrum.discutii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-te admir.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru tot ce ai realizat.&lt;br /&gt;-ce am realizat?&lt;br /&gt;-pai sunt multe si tu stii foarte bine la ce ma refer.&lt;br /&gt;-am realizat prin multa munca desi pare imposibil.am tot ce mi'am dorit vreodata.case,masini,bani.orice.&lt;br /&gt;-cum e sa ai tot ce ai visat?&lt;br /&gt;-e bine.stii care e cel mai frumos lucru?&lt;br /&gt;-care?&lt;br /&gt;-ca tot ce am,am din munca mea.ca nu sunt fetita mamei sau a tatalui.eu sunt cea care ii ajuta si nu ei.&lt;br /&gt;-da.esti diferita.desi ai totul nu esti o persoana care sa se considere superioara.&lt;br /&gt;-nu,pentru ca stiu cum e sa pornesti de la zero.&lt;br /&gt;-ce iubesti cel mai mult?masinile,casele?&lt;br /&gt;-nu,pe sufletul meu.baietelul meu.&lt;br /&gt;-e al tau?&lt;br /&gt;-da,e al meu.&lt;br /&gt;-dar eu nu te'am vazut niciodata insarcinata.&lt;br /&gt;-pai si trebuie sa fi insarcinata pentru a avea un copil?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-pai si atunci?tot ce conteaza e ca e al meu.ca'l iubesc.poarta numele meu.e copilul meu de cand aveam 18 ani.&lt;br /&gt;-acum are 4 ani,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-da.de 4 ani imi face viata mai frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;-iti pasa de ce zice lumea cand afla ca desi ai 22 ani ai un copil?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.nu'mi pasa.lumea nu traieste cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;-are un tata copilul tau?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-il iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;-l'am iubit.acum a ramas doar tatal copilului meu.&lt;br /&gt;-felicitari.sa'ti traiasca.&lt;br /&gt;-mersi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mami?&lt;br /&gt;-da,puiule?&lt;br /&gt;-uite ce am gasit.&lt;br /&gt;-da,mami.e frumos.&lt;br /&gt;-tati cand vine?&lt;br /&gt;-maine.vine sa te ia in vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;-si tu nu vii,mami?&lt;br /&gt;-nu pot.mami trebuie sa ramana sa aibe grija de casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6155343667102122941?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6155343667102122941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/alexandru.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6155343667102122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6155343667102122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/alexandru.html' title='alexandru'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2125574590666787771</id><published>2010-09-03T22:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:11:30.239+03:00</updated><title type='text'>la revedere</title><content type='html'>de ce n'ai curaj s'o privesti?de ce ii eviti privirea?da....plange.din cauza ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-niciodata n'am vrut sa te fac sa suferi.&lt;br /&gt;-da,voi niciodata nu vreti dar intotdeauna reusiti.&lt;br /&gt;-tot ce am vrut a fost sa'ti fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;-si tu chiar crezi ca mi'a fost bine?lacrimile astea nu apareau degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;-tu stii cat de speciala esti pentru mine.ultimul lucru ar fi sa te ranesc.&lt;br /&gt;-in timp se duce.&lt;br /&gt;-inseamna ca nu ma cunosti.&lt;br /&gt;-pai,sincer nu te cunosc.nu mi'ai dat ocazia.e greu sa cunosti pe cineva cand petreci 2 ore cu acea persoana.cand singurul loc in care te vezi e doar o nenorocita camera de hotel.&lt;br /&gt;-imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-stii ce e amuzant?&lt;br /&gt;-ce?&lt;br /&gt;-ca intotdeauna scuzele vin prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;-stiu ca n'a fost frumos din partea mea.ai dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;-nu mai conteaza.e tarziu.raul a fost facut.lacrimile care se preling pe obraji sunt ale mele,nu ale tale.&lt;br /&gt;-ce pot face?&lt;br /&gt;-nimic.daca vom continua,povestea se va repeta de fiecare data.&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.nu e prima oara cand faci asa.&lt;br /&gt;-intelege ca tot ce'mi doresc e sa'ti fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;-mda,bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il iubeste.deja ii e dor de el.o priveste,stand in pat.pe balcon,ea isi fumeaza tigara.se linisteste.secvente ii reapar.tigara se termina.dialogul i'a sfarsit.se imbraca.pleaca.il lasa acolo intre acei pereti.il mai priveste o data inainte de plecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"la revedere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2125574590666787771?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2125574590666787771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-revedere.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2125574590666787771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2125574590666787771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-revedere.html' title='la revedere'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-68790779725259070</id><published>2010-08-24T13:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:56:13.780+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fiul meu....</title><content type='html'>valurile patrund in golfuletul din spatele casei ei.e aceiasi.a plecat din cartierul ei si s'a mutat undeva,pe malul marii.sta singura in acea casa imensa.e independenta.e la fel de singura cand ne referim la viata ei amoroasa.e o femeie puternica.prea puternica pentru baietii din ziua de azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sta intinsa pe sezlong,in timp ce soarele ii dezmiarda corpul cu razele lui.nu o insoteste nimeni.doar un telefon si un pachet de tigari,aruncat pe o masuta.fumeaza mult.doar cand e singura.in prezenta lui niciodata.i'ar face rau.e sensibil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e singura dar fericita.impacata cu ea.suna telefonul.o anunta ca'l va aduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minute mai tarziu.sonerie.fuge spre ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mami,mami am venit."&lt;br /&gt;"ce faci,scumpule?&lt;br /&gt;"bine,mami.tu?"&lt;br /&gt;"si eu la fel.asteptam sa vii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o imbratiseaza."te iubesc,mami."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"si eu,puiule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e el,ratiunea ei de a trai.copilul ei.doar al ei.&lt;div 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meu....'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8911904234372047175</id><published>2010-08-19T13:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:58:14.159+03:00</updated><title type='text'>iubire</title><content type='html'>o priveste de la departare.ii e teama sa apara in fata ei.e refacuta.pare fericita.oare asa o fi?zambeste.inca o iubeste.oare ea il mai iubeste pe el?a fugit din viata ei.i'a fost frica sa continue relatia.se indragostise prea mult.nu'si mai putea controla sentimentele.era prima oara cand iubea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o priveste atent.sta rezemata de masina ei.fumeaza.aceleasi gesturi.aceiasi privire si aceiasi inocenta.acelasi corp divin.poarta o rochie mulata,stil corset.ii pune in evidenta picioarele lungi sexy si sanii,gatul.e superba.din toate punctele de vedere.de ce am parasit'o?de ce am fost las?nu ma satur s'o privesc.e mandru de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o masina neagra.opreste langa ea.coboara un baiat de varsta ei.o ia in brate.o saruta.ii raspunde la sarut.fumeaza.o rezeama de masina si o cuprinde in brate.e a lui.asa cum a fost si a mea candva.pleaca cu el.probabil m'a uitat......e mai bine sa creada ca si eu am uitat'o.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "te'am vazut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8911904234372047175?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8911904234372047175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/iubire.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8911904234372047175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8911904234372047175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/iubire.html' title='iubire'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4793356127137390479</id><published>2010-08-13T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:05:19.419+03:00</updated><title type='text'>accident</title><content type='html'>club de lux.mamaia.ei doi.sta in fata lui.asezata pe canapea.il priveste.e el,cel care i'a "furat" noptile.o ea.se apropie cu pasi repezi de el.sare in bratele lui si'l saruta.isi ia poseta,telefonul si cheile.pleaca fara sa zica ceva.se face nevazuta in aceea multime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unde ai disparut?&lt;br /&gt;-nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;-cum sa nu conteze?&lt;br /&gt;-s'a desprins blonda aia din bratele tale?si asa ai putut observa ca satena de la masa ta a plecat?&lt;br /&gt;-e o amica.&lt;br /&gt;-aha.si tu asa te "saluti" cu amicele tale?&lt;br /&gt;-e mai nebuna ea.mai non-conformista.&lt;br /&gt;-sa'ti spun ceva: o femeie nu sare in bratele unui barbat si'l saruta daca acesta nu'i intra in joc.&lt;br /&gt;-nu a fost si nu e nimic intre mine si ea.&lt;br /&gt;-dar pe viitor totul e posibil.asa reiese din mesaj.&lt;br /&gt;-hai nu mai exagera.eu pe tine te vreau.tu esti a mea.eu sunt doar al tau.nu ma intereseaza alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viteza.muzica.tigara.accident.ambulanta.inconstienta.imagini cu un "el".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disperare din partea lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buna seara!srg. X,v'am sunat sa va anunt ca posesoarea acestui telefon a avut un accident de masina.&lt;br /&gt;-nu se poate.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.sunteti ultima persoana cu care a vorbit inainte.cine sunteti?&lt;br /&gt;-iubitul ei.unde e?&lt;br /&gt;-in ambulanta.e in stare grava.nu se stie daca va scapa.medicii incearca s'o stabilizeze pentru a fi trimisa la bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;-vin acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajunge.tipa.se duce la ea.ii cuprinde mana in a lui.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"te iubesc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4793356127137390479?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4793356127137390479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/accident.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4793356127137390479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4793356127137390479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/accident.html' title='accident'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-751593413454726522</id><published>2010-08-09T19:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:59:29.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'>adio</title><content type='html'>l'am privit cu dispret,cu ura dar in acelasi timp cu dor.l'am iubit.a fost omul meu.barbatul care ma primea in bratelului lui indiferent de ora.nu'l mai iubesc.a secat tot "rezervorul" acela cu iubire.iubire ce i'o purtam.am lasat povestea in urma.prea tarziu,din pacate.ce a lasat in urma lui?un suflet gol.o poveste de iubire.regrete.amintiri.parfumul pielii lui.crampeie de fericire.o camasa.o camera de hotel.un apartament si o masina.pachete de tigari fumate.scrum de tigara in masina mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'a terminat.s'a pus punct.cortina a cazut peste iubirea noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: chiar te'am iubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-751593413454726522?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/751593413454726522/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/adio.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/751593413454726522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/751593413454726522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/adio.html' title='adio'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1887013901339310954</id><published>2010-08-04T17:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:19:00.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pe ascuns</title><content type='html'>-ai plecat?&lt;br /&gt;-da,scumpa.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.drum bun atunci.&lt;br /&gt;-tu ce faci?lucrezi?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.azi am fost libera.tocmai de aceea iti spusesem sa mergem sa mancam ceva prin oras.&lt;br /&gt;-imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-asta e.&lt;br /&gt;-imi pare rau.sincer.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu ti'am spus ca asta e.o sa am grija a doua oara sa n'o mai fac.&lt;br /&gt;-urat ce ai zis.&lt;br /&gt;-mda.mi'o asum dar din moment ce te invit undeva si tu,uiti,logic ca n'o voi mai face si a doua oara.&lt;br /&gt;-pai o sa te invit eu.e normal.&lt;br /&gt;-mda.in camera de hotel poate.in alta parte nu cred.&lt;br /&gt;-o sa vezi.&lt;br /&gt;-in fine,nu'mi mai bat capul pentru ca,chiar nu merita.&lt;br /&gt;-hai ca o iei aiurea,andrar.&lt;br /&gt;-scumpul meu,n'o iau aiurea dar uneori e deranjant sa vorbesti cu o persoana doar in camera de hotel.&lt;br /&gt;-ai dreptate,si tocmai de aceea mi'am cerut scuze.voi avea grija sa rectific greseala.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu nu vreau s'o faci din obligatie.vreau s'o faci pentru ca intr'adevar iti doresti asta.&lt;br /&gt;-nu e din obligatie.e din dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;-aha.vom vedea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1887013901339310954?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1887013901339310954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/pe-ascuns.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1887013901339310954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1887013901339310954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/pe-ascuns.html' title='pe ascuns'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2344250350865636683</id><published>2010-08-02T23:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:58:55.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>noi doi</title><content type='html'>de ce ai uneori impresia ca te aude?ca te asculta?e cu gandul departe.nu'l vei ajunge niciodata.e mai iute ca tine.cine stie la ce se gandeste sau la cine.oare se gandeste la mine,la cea de langa el?as vrea sa'i pot citi gandurile dar,din pacate,Dumnezeu nu mi'a dat aceasta abilitate.ma indepartez de el.fumez.din ce in ce mai mult.se apropie.ma cuprinde in brate.ma saruta pe gat.aud din gura lui un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"te vreau"&lt;/span&gt; spus cu dorinta.nu minte.il sarut.e dulce.e atent.il iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma face a lui,acolo,pe balconul hotelului.nu tine cont de nimic.nu exista limite.doar pasiune si iubire din partea mea.nu ma grabesc.imi torn un pahar de vin rosu.alt obicei prost.ma asez in bratele lui.adorm.fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soare.plaja.noi doi.azi da.....azi sunt fericita.....imi doresc sa fiu asa si maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: te iubesc si iti voi spune si tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2344250350865636683?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2344250350865636683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/noi-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2344250350865636683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2344250350865636683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/noi-doi.html' title='noi doi'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4769962066490596755</id><published>2010-07-25T16:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:03:30.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sa uit e tot ce'mi doresc</title><content type='html'>minti.pleaca.lasa'ma.nu vreau sa mai stiu nimic de tine.vreau sa pleci din viata mea.sa uit ca ai facut parte din ea.sa uit ca am fost a ta si tu al meu.sa uit ce am vazut in club.sa uit de lacrimile mele.vreau......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4769962066490596755?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4769962066490596755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/sa-uit-e-tot-cemi-doresc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4769962066490596755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4769962066490596755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/sa-uit-e-tot-cemi-doresc.html' title='sa uit e tot ce&apos;mi doresc'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5222981454222604122</id><published>2010-07-18T11:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:13:06.498+03:00</updated><title type='text'>regrete</title><content type='html'>-imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-pentru?&lt;br /&gt;-nu mai vreau sa umblu cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce?&lt;br /&gt;-m'am saturat.vreau o relatie.m'am saturat de aventuri.vreau sa am pe cineva langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;-dar ce te'a apucat?&lt;br /&gt;-nimic.ajungi la o varsta cand te saturi de toate astea.ajungi sa vrei pe cineva doar pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;-inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;-si stiu ca tu nu'mi poti oferi asta sau mai bine zis,nu vrei.&lt;br /&gt;-nu e vorba ca nu vreau.e vorba ca nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.eu nu insist.dar sa nu ma mai cauti.sterge'mi numarul de telefon.&lt;br /&gt;-regreti ceva?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-ce?&lt;br /&gt;-ca mi'am pierdut atatia ani sperand ca voi fi cu tine si atunci cand am fost cu tine,am realizat ca nu e asa misto.&lt;br /&gt;-gandeste'te ca poate te iubesc dar in felul meu.&lt;br /&gt;-n'am nevoie de o asemenea iubire.mai bine singura.&lt;br /&gt;-adica ce vrei sa spui?&lt;br /&gt;-n'am nevoie de o "iubire bolnava".&lt;br /&gt;-decat deloc.....&lt;br /&gt;-decat asa ceva mai bine o aventura....&lt;br /&gt;-cu mine....&lt;br /&gt;-vise.trebuie sa plec.pa&lt;br /&gt;-pa.ne auzim.&lt;br /&gt;-daca spui tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: a cautat'o cand s'a intors in tara.n'a uitat'o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5222981454222604122?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5222981454222604122/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/regrete.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5222981454222604122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5222981454222604122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/regrete.html' title='regrete'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2295810241703882254</id><published>2010-07-15T22:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:23:33.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>p.r.e.e.s.s.d.?</title><content type='html'>corpul ii este acoperit de o rochie alba,mulata.parul saten,desfacut.pantofi negrii.de lac.un plic negru.un telefon.un EL.o poveste.un pachet de tigari.slims.o sticla de vin.rosu.doua pahare.o priveste atent in timp ce se indreapta spre el.doi ochi caprui ii studiaza corpul.ii place ce vede.o place.se indragosteste de ea.ii va dormi iar in brate,la fel ca seara trecuta.soseste langa el.se ridica.ii saruta mana si frunte.la urma,buzele.ochii ei,verzi,stralucesc.e fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isi fumeaza tigara tinandu'l de mana.il saruta.pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camara de hotel.o rezeama de usa camerei.o dezbraca.lasa doar pantofii.o face a lui.incet.prea incet.turbeaza de placere."melodia" se termina.o cuprinde un tremurat puternic.lacrimile se preling pe obrajii ei.o ia in brate.o tine la pieptul lui.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"te iubesc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2295810241703882254?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2295810241703882254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/preessd.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2295810241703882254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2295810241703882254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/preessd.html' title='p.r.e.e.s.s.d.?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1344406966666949399</id><published>2010-07-09T20:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:13:38.547+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>si poate va uita de el.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1344406966666949399?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1344406966666949399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-poate-va-uita-de-el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1344406966666949399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1344406966666949399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-poate-va-uita-de-el.html' title=''/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2500185650293970295</id><published>2010-07-06T19:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:38:19.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inceput de poveste</title><content type='html'>te'a asteptat nerabdatoare pe o canapea a cafenelei.o priveai insistent.era langa tine.o atingi subtil pe picior.o vrei.i'ai spus asta de nenumarate ori.te crede.nu sunt cuvinte goale.usa camerei de hotel se inchide in urma lor.il dezbraca incet.liniste.o saruta.o face a lui.intim.pasiune.cuvinte.plecare.revedere.a doua zi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2500185650293970295?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2500185650293970295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/inceput-de-poveste.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2500185650293970295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2500185650293970295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/inceput-de-poveste.html' title='inceput de poveste'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8289688848607358384</id><published>2010-06-30T21:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:45:29.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>terasa</title><content type='html'>sta comod pe canapeaua cafenelei.o vede parcand masina.este insotita.se uita la trupul ei pe care l'a avut.pe care l'a atins de atatea ori.poarta o rochie lejera si o pereche de pantofi.se aseaza la aceiasi masa.isi aprinde tigara si'l priveste prin fumul de tigara.ii zambeste strengar.o vrea.il vrea.cel de langa ea o tine de mana.nu reactioneaza.intr'un final il saruta.mesaj: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "vino afara sa vorbim." "nu pot.sunt insotita" "daca nu vii,fac scandal."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"nu.alta data."&lt;/span&gt; dispare pentru cateva momente.vine cu ea.iubita.oficiala. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"il saruti la fel de pasional.exact cum ma sarutai si pe mine."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"dragule,e o diferenta.pe el il iubesc,pe tine nu."&lt;/span&gt; a trimis'o acasa.eu,nu.intr'un final se desparte de cel cu care venise.raman singuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hai sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;-nu avem ce sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.mai sunt multe de spus.&lt;br /&gt;-bine.dar mergem in alta parte.&lt;br /&gt;-unde?&lt;br /&gt;-undeva ferit de lume.&lt;br /&gt;-hai la mine.&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ce mai vrei de la mine?&lt;br /&gt;-sa fi a mea.&lt;br /&gt;-am fost.s'a terminat tot.tu te'ai suparat nu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a iesit pe terasa.era singura.doar ea si tigara.el o privea din pat.a venit la ea si a luat'o in brate.a facut'o a lui.si'a aprins o alta tigara.a vrut sa plece.n'a lasat'o.a dormit in bratele lui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8289688848607358384?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8289688848607358384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/terasa.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8289688848607358384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8289688848607358384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/terasa.html' title='terasa'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6712445461053793175</id><published>2010-06-30T21:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:27:07.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ziduri de beton</title><content type='html'>a fost a lui.iar.trup si suflet.inima ei bate momentan doar pentru el.il citeste.uneori,in prezenta ei,este ca o carte deschisa.uneori reuseste sa'l citeasca printre randuri.privirea e cea care il da de gol.poate n'o iubeste dar tine la ea.mai mult decat trebuie.au facut dragoste.intre aceiasi patru pereti.singurii martori ai pasiuni lor.nu i'au tradat pana acum.au tacut.s'au bucurat impreuna cu ei.au fost partasii fericirii lor.au tacut cand o vedeau ca plange.erau fericiti cand o vedeau asteptandu'l.pentru ei erau si inca sunt cuplul perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6712445461053793175?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6712445461053793175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/ziduri-de-beton.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6712445461053793175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6712445461053793175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/ziduri-de-beton.html' title='ziduri de beton'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7086570160060511402</id><published>2010-06-28T12:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:20:43.074+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fraieri</title><content type='html'>asculta'ma.nu'ti schimba privirea.nu'ti fie teama de mine.se vede in privirea ta ca ma vrei.nu fi fraier.meritam tot ce am trait.ne meritam povestea.iubire ca a noastra nu are nimeni.suntem unici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-imi place ca in toata agitatia asta tu esti singura care ma linisteste.ca pot avea ce'a mai proasta zi dar cand te vad pe tine trec toate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ma bucur sa aud asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc,fraiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a iesit soarele.m'a prins in bratele lui dar in patul meu.zambeste.e fericit.o vad in ochii lui.tot ce vreau e sa fiu a lui.pentru totdeauna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7086570160060511402?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7086570160060511402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/fraieri.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7086570160060511402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7086570160060511402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/fraieri.html' title='fraieri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3174515350982258851</id><published>2010-06-22T17:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:33:23.339+03:00</updated><title type='text'>despartire</title><content type='html'>-nu ma uita!&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.asta e tot ce'mi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;-ba nu.ma despart de ea cat mai curand.&lt;br /&gt;-de ce?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru tine.te iubesc,fraiero.&lt;br /&gt;-iubitul meu,nu vreau sa te desparti pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;-dar?&lt;br /&gt;-vreau sa'ti fie tie bine.&lt;br /&gt;-si mie imi va fi bine langa tine.povestea va continua.&lt;br /&gt;-vom vedea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3174515350982258851?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3174515350982258851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/despartire.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3174515350982258851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3174515350982258851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/despartire.html' title='despartire'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5252242979407003132</id><published>2010-06-18T15:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:19:24.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>calcule</title><content type='html'>calculeaza.iubirea lor.ridicata la puterea "n".incearca sa o adune.nu poate.rezultatul e infinit.e fericita.nu stie pentru cat timp.nu mai conteaza acest mic amanunt.lacrimile au disparut.planurile isi fac aparitia.entuziasmata.paseste incet.nu vrea ca o dezamagire sa intervina.e atenta.va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun will shine.....next to him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5252242979407003132?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5252242979407003132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/calcule.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5252242979407003132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5252242979407003132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/calcule.html' title='calcule'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-9089268654597706057</id><published>2010-06-16T13:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:49:34.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'>discutii anoste</title><content type='html'>-stai linistit,dragul meu ca toate se uita la masina ta,nu la tine.&lt;br /&gt;-unele da,unele nu.tu la ce te'ai uitat?&lt;br /&gt;-eu m'am uitat la posesor.din pacate.poate daca ma uitam la tine doar prin prisma masinii eram mai castigata.&lt;br /&gt;-tu stii,iubita mea.&lt;br /&gt;-da,asa e.eu stiu.si mai am o rugaminte la tine.&lt;br /&gt;-spune.&lt;br /&gt;-daca tot ai venit insotit de una uita'te la ea,scumpul meu.nu te mai uita la mine.&lt;br /&gt;-doar ma uit la cea pe care o vreau.&lt;br /&gt;-esti constient ca vei ramane cu dorinta.e cale lunga de la a vrea si pana a se intampla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-9089268654597706057?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/9089268654597706057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/discutii-anoste.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/9089268654597706057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/9089268654597706057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/discutii-anoste.html' title='discutii anoste'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8614818598120258374</id><published>2010-06-16T13:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:24:19.725+03:00</updated><title type='text'>nunta</title><content type='html'>ea.sta pierduta pe terasa apartamentului ei.insotita de un pahar de vin rosu si pachetul de tigari.scrumiera e prea plina dar nu se sinchiseste sa o schimbe.se anunta o noapte linistita.nu are dispozitia necesara pentru a iesi.muzica din surdina este intrerupta de sunetul soneriei.nu are chef sa raspunda.insista&lt;strong&gt;."&lt;em&gt;imediat." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;deschide si'l vede.el.barbatul pe care'l iubea.era trist.privirea goala.nu mai transmitea nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buna!&lt;br /&gt;-buna! ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;-bine.tu?&lt;br /&gt;-bine.ce cauti aici?&lt;br /&gt;-am venit sa te vad si sa vorbesc cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-ce s'a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;-ma insor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liniste.isi reaprinde o tigara.paharul se goleste.il reumple.tace.dupa 20 minute rupe tacerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-felicitari!&lt;br /&gt;-mda.mersi.sa zicem.&lt;br /&gt;-si de ce ai venit la mine sa'mi zici asta?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru ca asa mi se pare corect.&lt;br /&gt;-povestea noastra oricum s'a terminat acum 3 luni.ai uitat?&lt;br /&gt;-nu,n'am uitat.nu voi uita niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;-dragul meu,fi fericit.te insori.hai zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;-nu pot.n'am de ce.&lt;br /&gt;-pai o iubesti si asta e tot ce conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;-daca ti'as spune ca n'o iubesc,m'ai crede?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-iubesc pe alta.&lt;br /&gt;-pai cate exista in viata ta,dragule?&lt;br /&gt;-doua femei.tu si ea.dar eu o iubesc pe cea la care ma uit acum.pe cea pe care o imbratisez acum si careia ii spun ca o iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;-ai ales.alegerea ta n'am fost eu.&lt;br /&gt;-stiu.din pacate.si acum regret.&lt;br /&gt;-hai nu mai regreta atat.&lt;br /&gt;-ma mai iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;-asta e doar problema mea.nu a ta.&lt;br /&gt;-inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;-oricum chiar daca te'as mai iubi nu s'ar schimba nimic.tot cu ea te'ai insura.asa ca......&lt;br /&gt;-nu se stie.&lt;br /&gt;-dragule,stiu ce vorbesc.mi'ai demonstrat ca nu va fi nimic mai mult intre noi.auzi,eu trebuie sa plec.poti ramane daca vrei.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.nu te deranjeaza?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.eu o sa raman la hotel.cand pleci sa lasi cheia sub pres.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.pa.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.drum bun.casa de piatra.si sper sa nu'mi dai invitatie la nunta.&lt;br /&gt;-nu.n'as putea face asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plecat.l'a lasat in apartamentul ei.a dormit in patul ei.s'a intors si inca se simtea mirosul parfumului lui.l'a iubit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8614818598120258374?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8614818598120258374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunta.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8614818598120258374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8614818598120258374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunta.html' title='nunta'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6206355251144887253</id><published>2010-06-12T13:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:02:16.298+03:00</updated><title type='text'>aiurea</title><content type='html'>sosesti.insotit de alta.eu.aceiasi cafenea.aceiasi masa.o tigara in mana mea.fum de tigara.o scrumiera prea plina.ma privesti pe furis.ne intersectam privirile pe furis.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"daca tot ai venit cu alta,macar priveste'o pe ea."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dar poate eu vreau sa te privesc pe tine.tu esti fata pe care o vreau."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"m'ai avut."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"poate inca te vreau."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"probabil.dar tu nu mai faci parte din planurile mele."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"lucrurile nu vor sta asa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"daca voi mai fi a ta,voi fi doar cand vreau eu.eu fac jocul.nu tu.pa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"pai atunci fa'l mai repede."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amandoi am gresit.ne'am certat.ne'am sarutat.ne'am impacat.am facut sex.am fugit.m'ai gasit.ai venit dupa mine.nu m'ai lasat.si acum tin minte gesturile tale.pasiunea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probabil niste amintiri.vor trece.mai repede sau mai tarziu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce ti'e frica?o intrebare fara raspuns.&lt;/div&gt;&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/3180289034715597472-6206355251144887253?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6206355251144887253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/aiurea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6206355251144887253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6206355251144887253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/aiurea.html' title='aiurea'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-8147298037132627164</id><published>2010-06-08T11:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:06:04.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>plecare.</title><content type='html'>cel nou a devenit al ei.l'a vrut si a fost al ei.si'a facut moftul si a plecat.l'a lasat sa doarma.a plecat pe furis.asa cum ii place.inca o vrea.nu mai merita.probabil a fost un simplu moft de'al ei.povestea va continua oare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-8147298037132627164?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/8147298037132627164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/plecare.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8147298037132627164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/8147298037132627164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/06/plecare.html' title='plecare.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1626515773040409025</id><published>2010-04-26T11:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:56:46.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un nou el....</title><content type='html'>l'a vazut de multe ori.se intalnesc.paseste timid in camera lui.un teritoriu total necunoscut pentru ea.ei doi.muzica in surdina.se joaca ca doi copii.ii place cum o priveste.o saruta firav.o atinge cu grija.ar vrea sa fie a lui.dar nu trebuie.ar face o greseala.o atinge din ce in ce mai mult.sarutarile se intensifica.isi doresc mai mult.se opreste deodata.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"trebuie sa plec."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hai ramai aici,peste noapte.te duc eu maine dimineata."&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"nu.e mai bine asa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"ok.hai sa mergem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lasat'o acasa.a sarutat'o.si 'au luat la revedere.doar ea stie cat il vrea.cat il doreste.dar doar ea stie ca nu trebuie sa se intample ceva mai mult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1626515773040409025?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1626515773040409025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-nou-el.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1626515773040409025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1626515773040409025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-nou-el.html' title='un nou el....'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-9093171955885857215</id><published>2010-04-18T15:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:21:17.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lacrimi...</title><content type='html'>o tigara pierduta in scrumiera.fum.doua trupuri pe doua canapele.se vede din priviri ca vrea sa fie a lui.o amageste prin nepasare.trupul ei &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tipa"&lt;/span&gt; dupa atingerile pe care i le poate oferi.inca e nepasator.o priveste stand intinsa.ar vrea sa o atinga.sa fie a lui.dar nu.e mai bine sa pastreze distanta.daca nu,va ceda iar.nu e bine pentru nici unul.vor suferi.mai ales ea si nu vrea s'o vada plangand.tine prea mult la ea dar ca de fiecare data au intervenit prea multe in povestea lor.au inteles.au mai avut rataciri.lacrimile au curs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimineata.ora 5.un pat imens.lenjerie rosie.ei doi.unul langa altul.il saruta firav.nu'i raspunde la sarut.se supara.se intoarce cu spatele la el.o intoarce.o saruta si o face a lui.iubeste momentele acelea.sta lipit de ea.respira sacadat in urechea ei.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"innebunesc de placere,guritza".&lt;/span&gt;ii zambeste.il adora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se trezeste timid crezand ca a dormit mai mult.ea trebuie sa plece.departe.sa se intoarca la ea acasa.el ramane invelit in acea lenjerie de pat.doarme.paseste incet in sufragerie.o vede stand pe covor.o priveste la randul ei cu duiosie.e ea,catelusa lui.se apropie de ea si o linge pe mana.se aseaza langa ea si incepe sa planga.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"il iubesc,fetita".&lt;/span&gt;a privit'o si si'a pus capul pe picioarele ei.a vegheat'o.a plecat.fara sa'l anunte.l'a sarutat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-9093171955885857215?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/9093171955885857215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/lacrimi.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/9093171955885857215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/9093171955885857215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/lacrimi.html' title='lacrimi...'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5282039406934378475</id><published>2010-04-14T17:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:52:22.171+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oras aglomerat</title><content type='html'>o camasa alba.o pereche de bikini turcoaz.pe trupul ei.erau singurele lucruri care ii acopereau goliciunea.o priveste.ii cunoaste fiecare milimetru de piele.a fost a lui de nenumarate ori.i'a iubit corpul.l'a admirat asa cum nu o mai facuse vreodata.desi tocmai a fost a lui inca o doreste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"te vreau.ma innebunesti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"stiu.nu'mi zici nimic nou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'a privit.i'a zambit.l'a sarutat.a fost a lui.din nou.il iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razele soarelui isi fac aparitia in camera lor.doarme langa ea.simte cum se foieste in pat.isi fixeaza privirea asupra chipului lui.il adora.ca de fiecare data orele petrecute langa el par a fi secunde.si'ar dori sa ramana langa el.pentru totdeauna.nu se poate.e greu dar el nu trebuie sa vada asta.isi jura ca nu va plange.ca va mai fi a lui inca o data si va pleca.insotita de tot.se va intoarce in apartamentul ei de la malul marii si el va ramane acolo,in acel oras aglomerat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o priveste.ii cuprinde capul intre maini si o saruta.se emotioneaza.nu e prima oara.ii zambeste.i se pare dulce cand o vede asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"esti a mea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"sunt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fumeaza.il saruta.pleaca.se intoarce la viata ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5282039406934378475?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5282039406934378475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/oras-aglomerat.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5282039406934378475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5282039406934378475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/oras-aglomerat.html' title='oras aglomerat'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-5527757129655550664</id><published>2010-04-07T13:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:51:04.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'>tigari</title><content type='html'>-asculta'ma!&lt;br /&gt;-nu vreau!s'a terminat tot!&lt;br /&gt;-nici tu nu crezi,iubita mea.&lt;br /&gt;-ba da.&lt;br /&gt;-atunci de ce'ti tremura glasul?&lt;br /&gt;-pentru ca sunt nervoasa.&lt;br /&gt;-nici tu nu vrei sa se termine asa cum nici eu nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;-s'o crezi tu.&lt;br /&gt;-nu te mai purta ca un copil.&lt;br /&gt;-ma port cum vreau.daca nu'ti convine poti pleca.&lt;br /&gt;-daca plec,nu ma mai intorc.niciodata.vrei?&lt;br /&gt;-da.pleaca.nu'mi va parea rau.&lt;br /&gt;-bine.pa.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;-te'am iubit.sa stii.&lt;br /&gt;-bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plecat.m'a lasat singura.eram in apartamentul nostru.fumam.ma gandeam la el.la noi.dar care noi?nu mai formam nimic.nu ne mai leaga nimic.pachetul se goleste.ce mai fumez?la draqu.si'a luat tigarile.a ramas sticla de vin.ma asez pe pervazul ferestrei.beau.imi trebuiesc tigari.ma imbrac.cobor.ma intorc cu doua pachete de tigari.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"unu nu'ti mai ajunge,andrar."&lt;/span&gt; il vad.statea rezemat de usa apartamentului.ma astepta.se intorsese.nu zic nimic.ma priveste.ma saruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"te iubesc,fraiero."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-5527757129655550664?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/5527757129655550664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/tigari.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5527757129655550664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/5527757129655550664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/tigari.html' title='tigari'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-330515126689726656</id><published>2010-04-05T18:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:50:35.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri</title><content type='html'>o priveste dormind.o mangaie incet pe crestetul capului.se apleaca incet pentru a n'o trezi si o saruta pe frunte.a fost a lui.zambeste.e fericit.isi aprinde o tigara.ar vrea sa fie si ea treaza pentru a fuma impreuna.s'a obisnuit cu acest obicei.ii saruta buzele.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"esti doar a mea,guritza."&lt;/span&gt; il aude dar prefera sa taca.se intoarce.lacrimeaza.pleaca de langa ea.se gandeste la cuvintele lui.la el.la povestea lor.1 an.se trezeste si se duce langa el.ii saruta ochii si buzele.el priveste.isi aprinde tigara.nu vorbesc.se inteleg din priviri.sa fie iubire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-330515126689726656?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/330515126689726656/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ganduri.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/330515126689726656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/330515126689726656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ganduri.html' title='ganduri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3505015114044541452</id><published>2010-04-03T22:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:35:32.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'>te iubesc</title><content type='html'>bucuresti.universitate.un apartament gol.inchiriat.ei doi.revedere.fericita.lacrimi.atingeri.sarutari.cuvinte spuse cu subinteles.gemete.scrum.fum de tigara.doua pahare aproape goale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sper ca nu mai pleci pe furis.&lt;br /&gt;-ce importanta are?&lt;br /&gt;-are.are pentru mine.vreau sa te vad cand ma trezesc.nu vreau sa ma trezesc singur in acest apartament.&lt;br /&gt;-ok.voi fi langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragoste.pasiune.regrete.dor.daruire.parfum.imbratisare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ia'ma in brate!asa vreau sa adorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu i'a zis nimic.doar l'a privit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se trezeste.el doarme langa ea.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"te iubesc,guritza"&lt;/span&gt;.repeta aceste cuvinte pana la epuizare.spera sa'i poata auzi gandurile.ii e teama sa spuna cu voce tare.paraseste camera.fumeaza.vine si el.o priveste somnoros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"neatza,guritza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect.punct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3505015114044541452?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3505015114044541452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3505015114044541452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3505015114044541452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-iubesc.html' title='te iubesc'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3517527961690969356</id><published>2010-03-22T17:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:02:12.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nopti pierdute</title><content type='html'>noptile s'au scurs printre mangaierile lui.l'a privit in ochi.ii plac.sunt negrii.stralucesc cand o privesc.ii zambeste cum numai ea stie si cum n'a mai intalnit la alta fata.desi e a lui inca mai are momente cand il priveste cu timiditate.i'a memorat chipul din prima clipa.adoarme langa ea.e ultima noapte.va pleca.il priveste dormind.fumeaza.jura ca nu va plange.sentimente?nu.nu trebuie.si'a jurat ca nu'l va mai iubi.il va uita.o va uita.sigur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3517527961690969356?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3517527961690969356/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/noptile-sau-scurs-printre-mangaierile.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3517527961690969356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3517527961690969356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/noptile-sau-scurs-printre-mangaierile.html' title='nopti pierdute'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2742345958266955267</id><published>2010-03-16T12:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:55:16.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6 luni....dialog anost</title><content type='html'>noi doi si o camera de hotel.camera 22.fumul din tigara mea lipseste de aceasta data.ma asez deasupra ta si te privesc.numai eu stiu ce e in inima mea cand te privesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pleci?&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-pentru cat timp?&lt;br /&gt;-6 luni.mult,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-daca zici tu.&lt;br /&gt;-iti pare rau ca plec?&lt;br /&gt;-ar trebui?&lt;br /&gt;-nu e frumos sa raspunzi cu o intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;-da,stiu.nu stiu daca imi pare rau.pana la urma asta e meseria ta.ma asteptam la asta.&lt;br /&gt;-o sa'mi fie dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-pe draqu.nu mai minti ca nu e frumos.&lt;br /&gt;-o sa'ti fie dor de mine.stiu eu asta.&lt;br /&gt;-o sa'mi fie dor de sexu cu tine.nu de tine.&lt;br /&gt;-esti foarte sincera.&lt;br /&gt;-doar ma stii,iubitule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'a sarutat cu forta.amintiri.momente pregatite sa "ucida".lacrimi ascunse,menite sa ma trezeasca la realitate.in zadar.am ramas langa el in pat.s'a ridicat si m'a privit.cu dorinta,tristete,parere de rau,regrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-deci sa inteleg ca intre noi nu va fi nimic mai mult,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-nu.&lt;br /&gt;-ma gandeam eu.pai atunci n'are rost sa'ti fie dor de mine.sa'ti fie dor de alta la care si tii.e aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;-probabil.stii cum sunt.&lt;br /&gt;-foarte bine si tu stii cum sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;-ne'am gasit noi doi.am forma un cuplu extraordinar.&lt;br /&gt;-ai zis bine: "am forma" , dar nu formam si nici nu vom forma.e o mica mare diferenta.&lt;br /&gt;-tu ai vrea?&lt;br /&gt;-da.as incerca.tu?&lt;br /&gt;-si eu.dar....&lt;br /&gt;-dar ce?&lt;br /&gt;-ma gandesc ca plec si ca voi sta atat acolo si tu vei fi singura aici....&lt;br /&gt;-bine.nu incercam nimic atunci.pa&lt;br /&gt;-nu pleca.&lt;br /&gt;-pa.&lt;br /&gt;-saruta'ma.&lt;br /&gt;-dispari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2742345958266955267?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2742345958266955267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-lunidialog-anost.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2742345958266955267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2742345958266955267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-lunidialog-anost.html' title='6 luni....dialog anost'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-7651005560208318354</id><published>2010-03-15T19:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:22:06.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>adio...pentru totdeauna</title><content type='html'>taxiu.eu.mesaj trimis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ce faci?esti bine?"&lt;br /&gt;"a murit vineri dimineata la doua.azi a fost inmormantarea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lacrimi.regrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-7651005560208318354?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/7651005560208318354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/adiopentru-totdeauna.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7651005560208318354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/7651005560208318354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/adiopentru-totdeauna.html' title='adio...pentru totdeauna'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3952639684938838606</id><published>2010-03-12T19:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:15:30.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>piesa de teatru</title><content type='html'>te'ai asezat comod.cortina se ridica.spectacolul incepe.actorii sunt nerabdatori.pregatesc de mult aceasta piesa de teatru.are multe acte si multe scene.sunt pline de iubire,pasiune,dezamagiri,lacrimi,suspine si fericire sau mai bine zis,crampeie de fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara sa stii cineva iti va interpreta rolul.mi'am permis aceasta nebunie.am vrut sa vada si altii cum e povestea mea.banala pentru unii dar interesanta pentru altii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolul tau?e unul important.faci parte din viata mea de multi ani.pot spune ca ai un rol principal pana acum.dar se poate transforma in secundar de acum inainte.depinde de tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3952639684938838606?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3952639684938838606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/piesa-de-teatru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3952639684938838606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3952639684938838606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/piesa-de-teatru.html' title='piesa de teatru'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-972424838518853977</id><published>2010-03-10T12:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:42:17.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nu vreau</title><content type='html'>am aflat ultima.fara sa vreau.pleci pentru multe luni.eu,raman aici.singura.re-traind momentele cu tine si asteptand sa le re-traiesc iar.nu vei stii ca'mi va fi dor de tine sau ca ma consum din cauza asta.voi parea indiferenta.ma pricep la asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-972424838518853977?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/972424838518853977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/nu-vreau.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/972424838518853977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/972424838518853977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/nu-vreau.html' title='nu vreau'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-6393187779638490729</id><published>2010-03-08T22:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:35:33.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>gol</title><content type='html'>noi doi intr'un apartament gol.o liniste apasatoare.durere.incerci sa ma faci sa zambesc.iti reuseste.iti cuprind capul intre mainile mele.te sarut.ma linistesc in bratele tale.sunt a ta.stam in acel pat imens.nu zicem nimic.doar ma tii in brate.adorm cu capul pe pieptul tau.simt cum imi mangai parul.ma trezesti prin sarutari.iti vad acei ochi caprui straluncind.stiu ca totul e bine.ca nu vreau sa se termine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-6393187779638490729?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/6393187779638490729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/gol.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6393187779638490729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/6393187779638490729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/gol.html' title='gol'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4854074170886834592</id><published>2010-03-08T15:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:16:16.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vrei?</title><content type='html'>Bucuresti.club.viata de noapte.eu cu el.prietenii nostri.doua pahare de sampanie si o tigara.a mea.fumul din tigara mea se duce spre el.ii stralucesc ochii.ma priveste.am acelasi sentiment ca atunci cand ma trezesc langa el.ma atinge incet pe mana,pe gat.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"esti a mea,iubito"&lt;/span&gt;.ma saruta.imi sopteste ceva la ureche.prima data neclar.a doua oara mai sigur pe el.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"vrei sa fii sotia mea?"&lt;/span&gt;.liniste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4854074170886834592?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4854074170886834592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/vrei.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4854074170886834592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4854074170886834592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/vrei.html' title='vrei?'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4000048900722088895</id><published>2010-03-05T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:52:40.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zori de zi</title><content type='html'>amintirile s'au dus odata cu aparitia zorilor.au aparut firav pe timpul noptii si au "disparut" la fel.se incapatanau sa ramana si sa'mi provoace suferinta.le'am alungat cu greu.le'am sters pentru cateva momente.vor aparea iar.presimt.nu vor sa inteleaga.vreau sa le dau delete defintiv.sa uit momentele cu tine.sa uit tot ce ne'a legat.acum vorbim la singular.nu mai suntem la plural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4000048900722088895?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4000048900722088895/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/amintirile-sau-dus-odata-cu-aparitia.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4000048900722088895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4000048900722088895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/amintirile-sau-dus-odata-cu-aparitia.html' title='zori de zi'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4101435869133061352</id><published>2010-02-23T21:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:01:36.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>v.c.m</title><content type='html'>o poveste pierduta prin asternuturi.s'au creat vise si s'au destramat clipe.momente putine insotite de promisiuni multe.sentimenete pe post de afis.sarutari inghetate in lipsa ta si topite in prezenta ta.atingeri patimase.dorinta.poate prea multa.cuvinte talmacite menite sa'si atinga scopul.ne'am jucat mai mult decat ne'a permis durata jocului.strategia era pregatita.unul dintre noi trebuia sa sufere.tu.eu.poate ambii.poate ne'am prefacut.poate ne'a durut si inca ne doare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;separati dar impreuna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4101435869133061352?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4101435869133061352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/vcm.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4101435869133061352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4101435869133061352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/vcm.html' title='v.c.m'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4065011359050217653</id><published>2010-02-21T23:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:41:14.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong</title><content type='html'>da.stiu.nu trebuie sa'mi repeti.sunt constienta.am gresit.imi asum totul.e vina mea.regretele nu'si au rostul.e prea tarziu pentru ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fost candva.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-cea mai mare greseala pe care puteam s'o fac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4065011359050217653?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4065011359050217653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4065011359050217653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4065011359050217653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong.html' title='wrong'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-3130284146689230401</id><published>2010-02-17T12:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:48:48.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day</title><content type='html'>eu.taxi.tigara.fum.el.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"buna".&lt;/span&gt;coboram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nu ma saruti?&lt;br /&gt;-mergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intram in camera.imi cuprinde fata intre mainile lui si ma saruta cu pasiune,cu dor,cu nerabdare.ma priveste fumand.se aseaza langa mine in pat.ma ia in brate.ma saruta pe gat.ma mangaie pe fiecare milimetru de piele.ma vrea.inca.desi ne'am certat atat de des.desi povestea noastra o credeam incheiata.sunt a lui.e al meu.sunt fericita.imi pun capul pe pieptul lui si'l privesc in ochi.ma priveste la randul lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ce trebuie sa aiba o fata pentru a fi cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;-de ce ma intrebi?&lt;br /&gt;-sunt curioasa.&lt;br /&gt;-sa aiba ceva care sa ma atraga.&lt;br /&gt;-deci eu am ceva care te atrage.&lt;br /&gt;-da.&lt;br /&gt;-si ce e acel ceva?&lt;br /&gt;-nu'ti spun.&lt;br /&gt;-nu fi rau.&lt;br /&gt;-nu vreau sa stii.conteaza ca stiu eu ce ma atrage la tine.ai ceva ce ma face sa ma intorc la tine.atat trebuie sa stii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il privesc timid.firav.dar in acelasi timp curioasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-termina.nu'ti spun.&lt;br /&gt;-bine atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fumez.fum de tigara.amintiri.il privesc.e in dreapta mea.ma priveste.termin de fumat.plecam.astept taxi'ul.e langa mine.vine.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"pa"&lt;/span&gt;.ma saruta pe acel bulevard intens circulat.in vazul tuturor.doar noi stim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-3130284146689230401?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/3130284146689230401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3130284146689230401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/3130284146689230401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4289288733636088786</id><published>2010-02-10T21:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:56:06.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>studiu despre tine</title><content type='html'>"mi'ar fi greu sa ma uit dupa alte femei cand iubita mea sta picior peste picior cu atata gratie si cand orice rochie simpla pe care o imbraca trezeste dorinta unui alt barbat de a i'o da jos."(mihaela radulescu-cum iubesc barbatii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"locuiesc vis-a-vis.te vad in fiecare dimineata gol,cu ferestrele larg deschise.nu ma arat,caci asta te'ar face sa zambesti.te studiez.numar femeile pe care le porti seara si le incercuiesc pe cele care si'au castigat dreptul sa deschida fereastra dimineata.iti stiu chipul speriat cand esti singur si te'am vazut de atatea ori plangand dupa ce ai umilit o femeie care tocmai a plecat.ti'am vazut toate mastile,caci intr'o zi ai lasat ferestrele deschise  si la pod.trebuie sa urci in fiecare zi treptele acelea,singur,ca sa'ti alegi cine vrei sa fii.cred ca doar in 3 zile din ultimul an ai trait doar fara nici o masca.si atunci iti inchideai ferestrele.toate.si trageai perdelele.toate.si plecau.toate celelalte.intra cu spatele drept la tine,dar iesea fugarita de cat de tare te'ar fi iubit daca nu te'ar fi stiut atat de bine...atat de rau,de fapt."(mihaela radulescu-3 zile.studiu despre tine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4289288733636088786?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4289288733636088786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/studiu-despre-tine.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4289288733636088786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4289288733636088786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/studiu-despre-tine.html' title='studiu despre tine'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-846155124127157730</id><published>2010-02-10T11:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:07:24.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pe dracu</title><content type='html'>-asculta!&lt;br /&gt;-nu mai vreau!&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;-ce comic esti.nu stiam si aceasta latura a ta.&lt;br /&gt;-termina.nu mai fi ironica.&lt;br /&gt;-iti placea inainte.&lt;br /&gt;-da.inca imi place dar acum vorbesc serios.&lt;br /&gt;-si eu vorbesc serios cand spun ca nu te cred.&lt;br /&gt;-n'ai incredere in mine?&lt;br /&gt;-eu uneori n'am incredere nici in barbatul langa care ma trezesc.&lt;br /&gt;-pai...&lt;br /&gt;-si din cate stiu langa tine nu m'am trezit niciodata....nu ti s'a parut.....&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa mi se para?&lt;br /&gt;-provocator.&lt;br /&gt;-poate prea mult....&lt;br /&gt;-poate prea putin...raspunsuri sunt multe....adevarul e doar unul singur&lt;br /&gt;-pe care tu nu vrei sa'l vezi&lt;br /&gt;-probabil...desi nu cred.inseamna ca adevarul nu e asa de vizibil&lt;br /&gt;-ti'a fost dor de mine.recunoaste.te simt.&lt;br /&gt;-pe dracu.&lt;br /&gt;-saruta'ma si taci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'a sarutat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-846155124127157730?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/846155124127157730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/pe-dracu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/846155124127157730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/846155124127157730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/pe-dracu.html' title='pe dracu'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-4097785848016801484</id><published>2010-02-06T12:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:49:58.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>priviri</title><content type='html'>acelasi baiat frumos.aceleasi priviri insistente.acelasi feeling.emotie.se apropie.se aseaza langa mine.ma ia de mana.ma priveste."esti frumoasa.imi place de tine."iesim afara.ramane sa ne vedem a doua zi.in acelasi loc.la aceiasi ora.dar singuri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-4097785848016801484?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/4097785848016801484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/priviri.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4097785848016801484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/4097785848016801484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/priviri.html' title='priviri'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-2217198436863320251</id><published>2010-02-06T12:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:32:53.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ei</title><content type='html'>i'am vazut fara sa vreau.erau impreuna.zambeau.era fericita.asa cum fusesem si eu candva langa el.acum e randul ei.singura diferenta: pe ea o iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu.n'am plans.nu plang si nici nu voi plange.doar imi pare rau.atat.aceea a fost ultima noapte.a fost incredibil.iti multumesc pentru ea.ai grija de tine si de ea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-2217198436863320251?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/2217198436863320251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/ei.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2217198436863320251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/2217198436863320251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/ei.html' title='ei'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLopUwMzTsY/S5VupfJ7ojI/AAAAAAAAABo/DABE1EVxeLM/S220/jboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180289034715597472.post-1790732174266469532</id><published>2010-02-04T19:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:38:14.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>d.l.f.y.</title><content type='html'>am privit inainte.l'am vazut pe el.cu ea.o saruta.la fel cum ma saruta pe mine,candva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o saruta.mangaie.priveste.sopteste."te vreau.".atinge.dezmiarda.ii mangaie chipul doar din priviri.o face a lui cu gandul.dragoste.fum de tigara.pahar de vin.ruj.clipe.momente.timpul se opreste.sentimente.fericire.emotii.lacrimi.imbratisari.priviri.&lt;br /&gt;zambete.muzica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             le face cu ea......nu mai are nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3180289034715597472-1790732174266469532?l=andrar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/feeds/1790732174266469532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dlfy.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1790732174266469532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180289034715597472/posts/default/1790732174266469532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dlfy.html' title='d.l.f.y.'/><author><name>andrar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714513707565070525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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