tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45962787623088567172024-03-05T12:27:08.547+01:00Heart of CoalsCristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-75720875834607955652012-01-17T19:29:00.000+01:002012-01-17T19:29:30.692+01:00De Dragoste<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6w7CcBs04yTOmMxMnDiw-7cF7u3qbkjo795pd2kHDkMKrUwuyV3DUzs-vUCt6EhxP4aHU43i7Mo0z5ztWWRMSO5Q15bOsvKCCVuQuWz4lLoHidzQDHqYB6T179bAM-aQWScv4BH4xKs8/s1600/21575_250735356994_187604476994_4430558_6537866_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6w7CcBs04yTOmMxMnDiw-7cF7u3qbkjo795pd2kHDkMKrUwuyV3DUzs-vUCt6EhxP4aHU43i7Mo0z5ztWWRMSO5Q15bOsvKCCVuQuWz4lLoHidzQDHqYB6T179bAM-aQWScv4BH4xKs8/s320/21575_250735356994_187604476994_4430558_6537866_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>de Alexandru Andritoiu<br />
</b><br />
O, mai cu seama seara te iubesc,<br />
cand lucrurile par nedeslusite,<br />
cand portile se-nchid c-un ritm firesc<br />
si iederea incepe sa palpite, </div><div style="text-align: center;">cand arborii-s mai taini si mai mari<br />
si cand se-adu fantanele mai bine,<br />
imbucura-ma ! Fie sa apari,<br />
chiar de vei trece-n ora fara mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arata-mi-te iarasi respirand<br />
ca apele de luna imbiate.<br />
Un strop de mari in ochi mi s-a rasfrant,<br />
caci mari si lacrimi sunt, la fel, sarate.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adu-ti aminte de un biet dactil,<br />
de un fragment fragil de poezie<br />
pe care ti l-am strecurat, subtil,<br />
pe un patrat lunatic de hartie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">E seara dulce ca un elixir<br />
si arborii par turnuri lungi de pace,<br />
iar cerul, ca hladima de emir,<br />
mai straluceste, vrand sa ne impace.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O, mai cu seama seara te iubesc,<br />
femeie, ce-ai ramas, in ani, departe.<br />
Citesc si ma citesti, si te citesc,<br />
si-mi stai ca semnul de matase-n carte.</div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-34077760112062374342012-01-02T23:56:00.000+01:002012-01-02T23:56:37.491+01:00Grea cruce sa iubesti pe unii...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyGGy9k_dGPhj8Kc_yKbs6fHJxvN1AzDYFkKJUgJ6y6wOOckIGL0W5aB5148-c2ntQyQwFvh13KD5zAoTaKWV4Uu4eT9cuPyHGwbjbzCCFdepVVQsjVm3vpwIWJFwgHfxZu4BqGeX2wcj/s1600/rose__by_silenttragedy37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyGGy9k_dGPhj8Kc_yKbs6fHJxvN1AzDYFkKJUgJ6y6wOOckIGL0W5aB5148-c2ntQyQwFvh13KD5zAoTaKWV4Uu4eT9cuPyHGwbjbzCCFdepVVQsjVm3vpwIWJFwgHfxZu4BqGeX2wcj/s320/rose__by_silenttragedy37.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;">Grea cruce sa iubesti pe unii.<br />
Dar tu - ce simpla! De-nteleg<br />
Secretul frumusetii tale,<br />
Enigma vietii o dezleg.</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;">S-aude, primavara, fosnet<br />
De adevaruri, cum razbat.<br />
Ca aerul îti e-ntelesul,<br />
Ca el de dezinteresat.</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"> Freamatul viselor s-aude<br />
Atunci - si parca le si vezi.<br />
În rândul marilor temeiuri,<br />
Tu, precum aerul, te-asezi.</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;">Usor e: te trezesti, din suflet<br />
Zvârli pleava vorbei, vechi cusururi,<br />
Curat s-o duci de-aici-naite,<br />
Sa nu te mai mânjesti de-a pururi.</div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> </span><b style="color: #f6b26b;">Boris Pasternak</b><br />
<b><br />
</b>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-35949140947680390632011-08-16T21:51:00.002+02:002011-08-16T21:56:33.980+02:00Si'n asta seara.<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpi796m42HzP2NVzUkvtsYczxCj8PMMYDkPt7ojeIf4qUC7hr85aPNi8DLvJUdwGKZetOgQpGkQVHapl7AdwGpNUI0wKvgt0LaW9vF4DotiEjw8bFS1PevHIgL4K3tkhSB3KZTUbSr-ETE/s1600/A_rose_from_my_love_by_Zindy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpi796m42HzP2NVzUkvtsYczxCj8PMMYDkPt7ojeIf4qUC7hr85aPNi8DLvJUdwGKZetOgQpGkQVHapl7AdwGpNUI0wKvgt0LaW9vF4DotiEjw8bFS1PevHIgL4K3tkhSB3KZTUbSr-ETE/s400/A_rose_from_my_love_by_Zindy.jpg" width="293" /></a><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Si-n asta seara plina de senin</b></span></span></span></div><div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Sufletul de ura imi este plin</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Si striga cu mare incapatanare</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ca uraste din ce in ce mai tare.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Si-n asta seara minunata</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Inima de lacrimi imi este udata.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Degeaba inoata si incearca sa iasa la mal</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lacrimile curg siroaie si lupta in zadar.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Si-n asta seara cu luna plina</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Toate-n mine plang si suspina</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nu dau semne de incetare</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999ff;"> <span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Si parca o fac din ce in ce mai tare.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><h1 class="title"><a href="http://zborcatrevise.blogspot.com/">...ღ...Dreams...ღ...</a></h1></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="http://zborcatrevise.blogspot.com/2011/08/si-n-asta-seara.html"><br />
</a></div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-64701910878687031242011-07-22T10:21:00.000+02:002011-07-22T10:22:59.938+02:00Jan Lulu Stern<span style="font-size:+1;">Prietenul</span> <br /><br /> Da-mi mâna, vechi prieten si s-o pornim agale<br />Uniti fiind în toate, cu umar linga umar.<br />Tin minte, intr-o noapte ploua si urla vintul<br />Când ai venit în goana să mă previi de-un rau<br />Simteam ca eu, ca tine, as rascoli pamintul<br />Dear fi cindva-n pericol un fir din parul tau<br />Iar viata-si urma cursul. Trecuram dintr-o tara<br />In alta, ce nisipul cu greu l-a inflorit,<br />N-a fost usor, adesea viata ne-a fost amara<br />Ne-am sprijinit cu vorba, cu fapta si-am razbit<br />Plimbarea-i pe sfirsite, amurgul vietii vine,<br />Privit-am iara viata în orele tirzii,<br />Prietene-ti string mâna, stiindu-te cu mine<br />Senin privesc la toate ce inca vor veni.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-34625574293614014702011-07-22T00:23:00.004+02:002011-07-22T01:20:37.009+02:00Nebun de alb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzlWvs9dgvaLZZ_2Gr5nD5U_ZBKs5UYeh1y5TUBU409Y2M1DdiydV_WtKr7CnhRDtGd9I90DD4MGHL1xta-HeGBwAJNZBO3wscdx4nIJVcblcn1gGTAtUtioLc4Q_s9eQqL2CdNsYiYM/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzlWvs9dgvaLZZ_2Gr5nD5U_ZBKs5UYeh1y5TUBU409Y2M1DdiydV_WtKr7CnhRDtGd9I90DD4MGHL1xta-HeGBwAJNZBO3wscdx4nIJVcblcn1gGTAtUtioLc4Q_s9eQqL2CdNsYiYM/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631948766026033202" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Acum sunt mai pustiu ca totdeauna,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">De când mă simt tot mai bogat de tine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Şi-mi stau pe tâmple soarele şi luna,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Acum mi-e cel mai rău şi cel mai bine.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">[...]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Şi uite, n-are cine să ne-ajute,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Abia-şi mai ţine lumea ale sale.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Şi-ntr-un perete alb de muze mute,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Nebunii negrii cauta o cale.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Prin gări descreierate - accidente,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Marfare triste vin în miezul verii,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Iar eu sunt plin de gesturi imprudente,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Ca să te-apropii şi ca să te sperii.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Jur-împrejur privelişti aberante,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Copii fragili ducând părinţii-n spate,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Bătrâni cu sănii gri de os pe pante</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"> Şi albatroşi venind spre zări uscate.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Mi-e dor de tine şi îţi caut chipul,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">În fiecare margine a firii,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">În podul palmei, dacă iau nisipul,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Simt un inel jucându-se de-a mirii.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Te-aud în bătălii din vreme-n vreme,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Ostaşii gărzii tale ţi se-nchină,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Iubita mea cu foarte mari probleme,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Cu chip slavon şi nume de regină.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Fiorul rece prin spinare-mi trece</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Când mi-amintesc cu gene-nlăcrimate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Că tu, de la etajul treisprezece,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Voiai să te arunci să scapi de toate.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Dar tu-nţelegi, de fapt că nu se cade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Să-ţi pui în cumpănă întreaga viaţă,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Că nu-s în joc abstractele rocade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Ci sângele ce fierbe sau îngheaţă.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Neputincioasă, tristă şi frigidă.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Aşa ai fost şi apăreai senină,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Dar cel care-a ştiut să te deschidă</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Nu-i fericit, ci îmbătat de vină.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">[...]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Si te iubesc cu milă şi cu groază,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Tot ce-i al tău mi se cuvine mie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Ca un nebun de alb ce capturează</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Regina neagră pentru veşnicie.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;">Adrian Păunescu.</span><br /></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-6519698600572404402011-07-19T17:27:00.001+02:002011-07-19T17:28:14.424+02:00Celei care minte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvVa7OQaDthvMpBe2g_TEYsrTFfqPY_V9pTUIUXrJ1aa9ZlHx_uP7x2Ifgh2ftYNR15SsUfZ8J-QkNuRp6bays-HoeoQDGndHzreBALc3W4EtQiOY1hRZHfGlrdHoayzl7_oeP-jYLO2v/s1600/249697_233673173309963_223205944356686_1066330_2182111_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvVa7OQaDthvMpBe2g_TEYsrTFfqPY_V9pTUIUXrJ1aa9ZlHx_uP7x2Ifgh2ftYNR15SsUfZ8J-QkNuRp6bays-HoeoQDGndHzreBALc3W4EtQiOY1hRZHfGlrdHoayzl7_oeP-jYLO2v/s320/249697_233673173309963_223205944356686_1066330_2182111_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999;">Eu ştiu c-ai să mă-nşeli chiar mâine...</span><br />
<div style="color: #ea9999;">Dar fiindcă azi mi te dai toată,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Am să te iert -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">E vechi păcatul</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi nu eşti prima vinovată!...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">În cinstea ta,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Cea mai frumoasă din toate fetele ce mint,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Am ars miresme-otrăvitoare în trepieduri de argint,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">În pat ţi-am presărat garoafe</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi maci -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Tot flori însângerate -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi cu parfum de brad pătat-am dantela pernelor curate,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Iar în covorul din perete ca şi-ntr-o glastră am înfipt</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Trei ramuri verzi de lămâiţă</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi-un ram uscat de-Eucalipt.</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Dar iată,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Bate miezul nopţii...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">E ora când amanţii,-alt'dată,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Sorbeau cu-amantele-mpreună otrava binecuvântată...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Deci vino,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Vino şi desprinde-ţi din pieptenul de fildeş părul,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Înfinge-ţi în priviri Minciuna</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi-n caldul buzei Adevărul</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi spune-mi:</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Dintre câţi avură norocul să te aibă-aşa</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Câţi au murit</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi câţi blesteamă de-a nu te fi putut uita?...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Eu ştiu c-ai să mă-nşeli chiar mâine...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Dar fiindcă azi mi te dai toată.</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Am să te iert -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">E vechi păcatul</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi nu eşti prima vinovată!...</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5kDacZBDanykO3x5dRIAOlIUKBKbrdYPzWv4OO5f_mZOb3WG9_-fla6L91oOF072n9usteVp_M6wbt-RQgIyMMRBH6d2EVqS-vDEHccPYXs43DoB5_-59Xc3E_R47XAO8FQamFDqXj00/s1600/252831_233673199976627_223205944356686_1066332_2769930_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5kDacZBDanykO3x5dRIAOlIUKBKbrdYPzWv4OO5f_mZOb3WG9_-fla6L91oOF072n9usteVp_M6wbt-RQgIyMMRBH6d2EVqS-vDEHccPYXs43DoB5_-59Xc3E_R47XAO8FQamFDqXj00/s320/252831_233673199976627_223205944356686_1066332_2769930_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Deci nu-ţi cer vorbe-mperecheate de sărutări,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Nu-ţi cer să-mi spui</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Nimic din tot ce-ai spus la alţii,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Ci tot ce n-ai spus nimănui.</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi nu-ţi cer patima nebună şi fără de sfârşit,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Nu-ţi cer</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Nimic din ce poetul palid</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Cerşeşte-n veci de veci, stingher,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Voi doar să-mi schimbi de poţi o clipă</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Din şirul clipelor la fel,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Să-mi torni în suflet înfinitul unui pahar de hidromel,</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">În păr să-mi împleteşti cununa de laur verde</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi în priviri</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Să-mi împietreşti pe veci minciuna neprihănitelor iubiri.</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi-aşa tăcuţi -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Ca două umbre, trântiţi pe maldărul de flori -</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Să-ncepem slujba-n miez de noapte</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Şi mâine s-o sfârşim în zori!</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Ion Minulescu</div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-38436847188765902342011-07-13T15:02:00.000+02:002011-07-13T15:03:18.608+02:00PlouaPe-aici când plouă, plouă îndesat,<br />Nu ţine ca la noi un ceas ori două.<br />Că ziua plouă, plouă pe-nserat,<br />Şi când se crapă iar de ziuă, - plouă.<br /><br /> În faptul zilei, streşinile plâng.<br />Pădurea stă plouată ca o curcă.<br />Natura calcă cu piciorul stâng:<br />Pe-aici când plouă, - plouă, nu se-ncurcă!<br /><br /> Iar când s-arată soarele sărac.<br />De după nouri, ca să-ţi facă-n ciudă,<br />N-apuci a scoate nasul din cerdac,<br />Că până la întoarcere, - te udă.<br /><br /> Există şi răstimpuri când se moaie,<br />Când parcă nu mai toarnă-aşa, de sus,<br />Şi cerul câte-oleacă, spre apus,<br />Se luminează puţintel - a ploaie.<br /><br /> Atunci se cheamă că e timp frumos<br />(Măcar că tot mai cade-un pic de bură),<br />Dar fumul din ogeac se lasă-n jos,<br />Şi porcul umblă tot cu paiu-n gură...<br /><br />George ToparceanuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-7515614832257392082011-07-12T00:04:00.000+02:002011-07-12T00:04:44.039+02:00Prin sunet de chitara si pian.<div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMn6bgNEFhBMxUCrTT4by-mEXLKzBpDLoS2UmUl7qSPbE7GkRma2O9zDQjKGNFD68W156tFFUykuBzOO16YcWjWGjWhLDEfKV65zzCZNNrxea_KRKAZ0hFd_PwuVroqThQ4nnzYuieFVF/s1600/guitar_rose_by_efffcia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMn6bgNEFhBMxUCrTT4by-mEXLKzBpDLoS2UmUl7qSPbE7GkRma2O9zDQjKGNFD68W156tFFUykuBzOO16YcWjWGjWhLDEfKV65zzCZNNrxea_KRKAZ0hFd_PwuVroqThQ4nnzYuieFVF/s400/guitar_rose_by_efffcia.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;">Astazi ne leaga raza de lumina</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Nascuta'n rasaritul palid de April'; </div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Tu, vag acord al unui sunte de chitara,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Eu, glasul de pian ce rasuna subtil..</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Eu, sufletul ce'aluneca pe note slabe</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Inlacrimante'n propriul melancolic dor;</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Purtat de vant, ademenit de soapte,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Invaluit doar de nesiguranta lor.</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Tu, sufletul ce merge inainte</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Cu pasii siguri, neintorsi din drum;</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Singur, condus de propria putere,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Lasand in urma amintiri de scrum.</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Eu, ecoul pierdut printre iluzii,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Arzand sperante, innecandu'ma in fum;</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Cand ai pasit in iadul vietii mele,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Mi'ai daruit lumina ce'o pastrez si'acum.</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Un sunet stins, chemandu'te aproape</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Ce a atins o coarda a sufletului tau;</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Am prins viata in aceasta melodie,</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;">Caci te'am strigat si ai venit mereu.</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;">Tai Bu.</span>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-32500362548937382352011-07-11T13:44:00.004+02:002011-07-11T13:50:55.390+02:00Afara...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbsGxcxJQ5HiV-EBKR9L3ATr3I102Qk1QYfhWgbexW_iFZsNjDD1mNXq5jK71Z54_u8L2DkRyXpw5NobyPmV1dYXwznrjy-ZE_JpM_XGyjODBAxu_6wHKb8VttLcmZpJgUaAOxymBGxaI/s1600/adrian_cretu_afara_ploua.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbsGxcxJQ5HiV-EBKR9L3ATr3I102Qk1QYfhWgbexW_iFZsNjDD1mNXq5jK71Z54_u8L2DkRyXpw5NobyPmV1dYXwznrjy-ZE_JpM_XGyjODBAxu_6wHKb8VttLcmZpJgUaAOxymBGxaI/s320/adrian_cretu_afara_ploua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628060890432209570" border="0" /></a><br />Afara ploua...<br />Ploua si-n suflet.<br />O viata am, nu doua<br />Sa iti rapesc un zambet.<br /><br />Afara tuna...<br />Tuna si-n gand.<br />O vorba sa-mi spuna<br />Si te privesc razand.<br /><br />Afara, fulgeri...<br />Fulgera inima.<br />Un om, sau inger,<br />Deasupra mea.<br /><br />Cretu AdrianUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-47135791531301231632011-07-11T13:38:00.003+02:002011-07-11T13:43:03.913+02:00Cand amintirile...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdatpaykOLeqBuFGVBJn1zoSHNuEizYyIJm_Faw93hmMjH9_6r9OTwnd2-I-PMrFrRf823ODkiz3P8O8Ei56gfPVmm2svGg-o9xFiVrMjBrfQpX8uW35T4gDFdiuKT4oLNOVLtI_Pmpgx/s1600/adrian_cretu_amintiri.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 427px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdatpaykOLeqBuFGVBJn1zoSHNuEizYyIJm_Faw93hmMjH9_6r9OTwnd2-I-PMrFrRf823ODkiz3P8O8Ei56gfPVmm2svGg-o9xFiVrMjBrfQpX8uW35T4gDFdiuKT4oLNOVLtI_Pmpgx/s320/adrian_cretu_amintiri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628058700083061186" border="0" /></a><br />Când amintirile-n trecut<br />Încearcă să mă cheme,<br />Pe drumul lung şi cunoscut<br />Mai trec din vreme-n vreme.<br /><br />Deasupra casei tale ies<br />Şi azi aceleaşi stele,<br />Ce-au luminat atât de des<br />Înduioşării mele.<br /><br />Şi peste arbori răsfiraţi<br />Răsare blânda lună,<br />Ce ne găsea îmbrăţişaţi<br />Şoptindu-ne-mpreună.<br /><br />A noastre inimi îşi jurau<br />Credinţă pe toţi vecii,<br />Când pe cărări se scuturau<br />De floare liliecii.<br /><br />Putut-au oare-atâta dor<br />În noapte să se stângă,<br />Când valurile de izvor<br />N-au încetat să plângă,<br /><br />Când luna trece prin stejari<br />Urmând mereu în cale-şi,<br />Când ochii tăi, tot încă mari,<br />Se uită dulci şi galeşi?<br /><br />Mihai EminescuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-58710010310359518302011-07-09T14:38:00.005+02:002011-07-09T15:06:02.644+02:00Din indiferenţă şi nepăsare<a href="http://pinkandbutterflies.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/kiddx2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://pinkandbutterflies.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/kiddx2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 584px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 318px;" /></a><br />
<div align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Din indiferenţă şi nepăsare, am rănit prea mult</b></span></span></span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Sunt un nimeni ... degeaba încerc să mă ascund;<br />
În spatele prea multor vise,<br />
În spatele măştii cuvintelor scrise.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Din indiferenţă şi nepăsare, mă doare<br />
Sufletul măcinat de regrete îmi moare;<br />
Minciuni aruncate, luându-mi puterea,<br />
În umbra ta mi-am găsit mângâierea...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nu merit multe ... poate nimic<br />
De ce am nevoie de tine când pic ?!<br />
Gânduri mă urmăresc nopţi la rând,<br />
Pot indiferent să adorm plângând ?</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Astăzi eşti rece, ca vântul de toamnă<br />
Îmi trăiesc propiul film şi finalu-i o dramă;<br />
Buzele-mi rostesc cu o mută mişcare,<br />
Aceleaşi cuvinte, scăldate-n uitare...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mult timp mi-a fost teamă,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>De al tău răspuns firesc,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dar nu mai pot evita să-ţi spun:</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #99ccff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Te iubesc ! </b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Verdana,Arial,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Tai Bu</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-63776250742741858832011-07-09T11:14:00.003+02:002011-07-09T11:24:57.170+02:00Steaua<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP36-swFjKJh9H0C0O9_ZZfbDzVnpCXRLDknUfM9zrTOSWaodJNBww0Wmurr0uaCUxZKZGECQK40Ag3CE2Xig0AT2yO-Uf9RKdfWQssazf4JCdqQOU63qZpe_o6f_l0gmsF5uiGW5LgULQ/s1600/Reach_for_the_Stars_by_sadsweetlullaby_crop.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 449px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP36-swFjKJh9H0C0O9_ZZfbDzVnpCXRLDknUfM9zrTOSWaodJNBww0Wmurr0uaCUxZKZGECQK40Ag3CE2Xig0AT2yO-Uf9RKdfWQssazf4JCdqQOU63qZpe_o6f_l0gmsF5uiGW5LgULQ/s320/Reach_for_the_Stars_by_sadsweetlullaby_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627280720321296914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p>Cate stele sunt pe cer</p><p>Doar una straluceste,</p><p>Celelalte din jur pier</p><p>Bolta, incalzeste.</p><p><br /></p><p>Cu patru colturi argintii,</p><p>Ating mareata luna.</p><p>Celelalte-s simfonii,</p><p>Lumina o aduna.</p><p><br /></p><p>Razele se duc departe,</p><p>Taie ceru-n patru,</p><p>Celelalte doar desparte</p><p>Lumina, templu sacru.</p><p><br /></p><p>Culorile sunt aprinse,</p><p>Albastru, galben soare.</p><p>Celelalte moarte, stinse,</p><p>Dorinte de culoare.</p><p><br /></p><p>Cate stele sunt pe cer,</p><p>Numai una traieste,</p><p>Celelalte din jur pier,</p><p>Un suflet o priveste.</p><p><br /></p><p>Adi Cretu</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-44913886913252237772011-07-09T11:04:00.002+02:002011-07-09T11:09:51.266+02:00Amurg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJcv44r9ps4cGhW-R9kcqHIFUQkvO9RMfYt9kytLFF4I3KaNI1aSm9C4cLutIRXEnd5FDXcfp6AMMrbr8JOpTHjIfJ2ytLm9a1f46rFw-UaGVa46FxRv1cnd-gVffZxusW7Lcte8VOSfR/s1600/Pierde_ma_printre_amurg_by_Adelina2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJcv44r9ps4cGhW-R9kcqHIFUQkvO9RMfYt9kytLFF4I3KaNI1aSm9C4cLutIRXEnd5FDXcfp6AMMrbr8JOpTHjIfJ2ytLm9a1f46rFw-UaGVa46FxRv1cnd-gVffZxusW7Lcte8VOSfR/s320/Pierde_ma_printre_amurg_by_Adelina2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627277200319171442" border="0" /></a><br />Pe seară, la geamuri, un nour violet si de aramă,<br />Pe drum, l-aceeasi oră, se târâie un lant de fier,<br />Si coincidente aranjate pe-o tristă gamă --<br />Azi iar mi-i frică... si cred, si sper...<br /><br />O zi fără anotimp si ordine militară,<br />Si prin vecini s-aud mici pregătiri de masă,<br />Însă produsele au început să dispară --<br />Si multi au plecat, si noapte se lasă.<br /><br />Cu totii spun că bine le-a făcut<br />Sau că un geniu se va naste --<br />Iat studiul creste cu tactul tăcut...<br />O fiintă supremă, dintre noi, ne cunoaste.<br /><br />George BacoviaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-5663802996212819412011-07-08T21:36:00.001+02:002011-07-08T21:36:53.264+02:00Catre Ea - Love Story<div style="color: #6fa8dc;">Iti e dor,ai fost imbatata de amor<br />
Stiu,nu ti-e usor dar nu folosi cuvinte fara rost<br />
Ca e un prost,ca pentru el ti-ai pune viata contra-cost<br />
E doar un fost,nu e inger ,n-are aripi<br />
E doar actorul principal in lumea ta cu patimi<br />
Spune-ti doar atat "nu-mi pasa" oricarei lovituri ce se iveste-n viata<br />
Invata ca sentimentu'i pur cand e reciproc<br />
Ca dragostea e foc,stinge si uita acest joc<br />
Poate ai tot,poti sa treci peste<br />
Poate totul este o simpla poveste<br />
Ce insista sa vrea sa fie reala<br />
Pierduta in ochii lui,pierduta-n acea seara<br />
Era o vara,era o scara,erau 2 copii da' doar o inima avea sa moara<br />
</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F1_7zGq_tgiSXhucI7zjtOAslOGK3fvwjSMeCapEDTnM-Cp-4BTl0PxKFSB25StYvwVBFgoXAPDAZ68iHoGPX0yrmCdwfinQkfSF3X1LMzvrl2XBS-ecmT4kH-MlMs0ws1Rx5DBtQzMg/s1600/___Black_rose____by_Liek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F1_7zGq_tgiSXhucI7zjtOAslOGK3fvwjSMeCapEDTnM-Cp-4BTl0PxKFSB25StYvwVBFgoXAPDAZ68iHoGPX0yrmCdwfinQkfSF3X1LMzvrl2XBS-ecmT4kH-MlMs0ws1Rx5DBtQzMg/s320/___Black_rose____by_Liek.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">ref:</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> Nu privi in spate,lasa-n urma tot ce-a fost</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> Tu incercai sa te ridici,el te tragea in jos</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> Dar nu ceda cand stii ca-nca mai poti</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> Ca tine sunt putine ,dar ca el sunt toti</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Te ridici usor din pat,el nu mai e</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Cu aceeasi intrebare in cap,"oare de ce?"</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> De ce a plecat si ti-a lasat atatea amintiri</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Scrisori de dragoste ce acum sunt doar simple hartii</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si nu te poti oprii,incerci sa dai de el</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Astepti cu nerabdare ziua cand va fi la fel</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Dar timpul trece,viata inainte nu mai merge</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Pentru tine inima aprinsa odata,acum e rece</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Stinsa,inecata in lacrimi,in rauri de regrete,de suparare si de patimi</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si te inchizi in sine,stingher astepti o veste de la el</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Ca traieste,te ajuta sa treci peste</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Ca nu-ntelegi,nu-ti explici,crezi ca a fost nebun</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Ca a plecat de langa tine fara sa zica "ramas bun"</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Acum privesti ploile ce cad si realizezi</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Ca esti un inger care a cazut in iad</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si sta in casa trista,plange dupa el</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Doarme cu tricoul lui da' nu mai e la fel</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si inca spera ca el va veni-napoi</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Priveste catre usa si in loc de unu vede 2</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si inca spera si lacrimile nu s-opresc</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Te viseaza,se trezeste plangand si e invers</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Parca totul merge prost</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Pleaca dimineata vine seara,viata n-are nici un rost</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Si intr-o zi s-a oprit pe pod</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Se gandea sa sara si a stat putin pe loc</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> S-a gandit,a sarit si-a lasat un biletel</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> "Te voi iubi mereu si-o sa te astept in cer"</span>.<br />
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MecenaCristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-57989829878127915742011-07-08T21:26:00.003+02:002011-07-08T21:44:48.497+02:00Unde esti , Edward ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLNuqlMxppH1sqLrhBPrBWEHAQa8LeapQR1OfnVMg4IF5Qw-tyLMQwz79Z4ycz5ihTJjB1Mehv8qiveFl8VMPsOGlPKks5tIF651QhK4ZulNeZIx5naAUqn-NSF_wAGgl0mmSvzDHZs/s1600/155496_1720060605337_1352959480_1850737_6002442_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLNuqlMxppH1sqLrhBPrBWEHAQa8LeapQR1OfnVMg4IF5Qw-tyLMQwz79Z4ycz5ihTJjB1Mehv8qiveFl8VMPsOGlPKks5tIF651QhK4ZulNeZIx5naAUqn-NSF_wAGgl0mmSvzDHZs/s320/155496_1720060605337_1352959480_1850737_6002442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627069674686191282" border="0" /></a>Unde esti , Edward ?<br /><p>Unde ti-s foarfecele? unde ti- s coltii ?<br />Unde ti- e umbra amar jupuita?<br />Unde mi- e sufletul? unde va trece …<br />alaturi de tine?<br />…departe?</p> <p>Unde -mi esti , viata?<br />Banala , concreta,<br />Prea sincer de plata…<br />oh.. viata perfecta<br />De mana te- apuca si nu -ti mai da drumul<br />ea, sansa pierduta.</p> <p>Destin sau alegeri ?<br />ce este corect?<br />Iar umbra- mi cu tine …in brate, acolo<br />Aici eu cu frica…<br /> Destinul nu i vina,<br /> alegerea doare…</p> <p>Suspine mai am, curaj, nu.<br />Si sfaturi sirag imi trec prin ureche<br />nu vreau sa cresc,<br />sa iau decizii.<br />desi fara luna…<br />noaptea e rece.</p> <p>Cel putin albastrul avea ca sora<br />o pata galbuie , palid de trista<br />insa acolo…palpaia in stele.<br />Acum, nu mai e nimic.<br />Si timpul traieste…<br />un pusnic …</p> <p>fara umbra sau colti<br />fara foarfeci de rugina ,<br />in bezna…ruina…<br />unde esti Edward?<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Sofia Goublias<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-3658842702296761332011-07-08T11:21:00.000+02:002011-07-08T11:22:24.213+02:00Viata Noastra....Viata trebuie ingradita cu prieteni si trecut dar mai presus e viitorul si asta ne face sa devenim nelinistiti si nesiguri de cele mai multe ori...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-43306098260504187922011-07-08T10:01:00.003+02:002011-07-08T10:09:51.616+02:00Lacul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwTIp9D877rpNG8-5fiAsLfm1r2J6tfMKfzbYuFiULIKqj6e7qEKI4zQmAZ-hN1QmOhy-gPNzFp7v21EXUXSPi9wiH_GKAwKhK6dR4-2S5P7qjtTL3CD2OAIVeLDzFvLVYtUzyy89jtiO/s1600/lacul-pictura_thumb3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwTIp9D877rpNG8-5fiAsLfm1r2J6tfMKfzbYuFiULIKqj6e7qEKI4zQmAZ-hN1QmOhy-gPNzFp7v21EXUXSPi9wiH_GKAwKhK6dR4-2S5P7qjtTL3CD2OAIVeLDzFvLVYtUzyy89jtiO/s320/lacul-pictura_thumb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626890144300391714" border="0" /></a><br />Lacul codrilor albastru<br />Nuferi galbeni îl încarcă;<br />Tresărind în cercuri albe<br />El cutremură o barcă.<br /><br />Şi eu trec de-a lung de maluri,<br />Parc-ascult şi parc-aştept<br />Ea din trestii să răsară<br />Şi să-mi cadă lin pe piept;<br /><br />Să sărim în luntrea mică,<br />Îngânaţi de glas de ape,<br />Şi să scap din mână cârma,<br />Şi lopeţile să-mi scape;<br /><br />Să plutim cuprinşi de farmec<br />Sub lumina blândei lune -<br />Vântu-n trestii lin foşnească,<br />Unduioasa apă sune!<br /><br />Dar nu vine... Singuratic<br />În zadar suspin şi sufăr<br />Lângă lacul cel albastru<br />Încărcat cu flori de nufăr.<br /><br />Mihai EminescuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-79340154137463150802011-07-08T00:28:00.000+02:002011-07-08T00:28:15.285+02:00Despartire<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #33a3a3;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Când falfaisi năframa în albul steag al mâinii<br />
Se oglindea amurgul în apele fântânii;<br />
Alături, săgetată în inimă de frică,<br />
În clipa despărţirii gemu o turturică,<br />
O rodie necoaptă cazu, de vierme roasă,<br />
Crăpând, înăbuşită de iarbă somnoroasă</b></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV-jtt4jKXDl7MC8dS_CcFVoW8Fwymt9r-FE87KFfMrKSAjRTk__aX5ddqYuolwIiYe42vFE7syzu9d8tbcV0qTM1SRTIU7uVGcMdrKQwpRS2VtXdW1g67Z5f9MKaDKHg5Xl6sSYot2Qv/s1600/Flower__by_d_a_r_e_k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV-jtt4jKXDl7MC8dS_CcFVoW8Fwymt9r-FE87KFfMrKSAjRTk__aX5ddqYuolwIiYe42vFE7syzu9d8tbcV0qTM1SRTIU7uVGcMdrKQwpRS2VtXdW1g67Z5f9MKaDKHg5Xl6sSYot2Qv/s320/Flower__by_d_a_r_e_k.jpg" width="240" /></a><span style="color: #33a3a3;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Şi, trist, pe poarta serii spre umbrele pieirii<br />
Ieşea, pălit şi rece, luceafărul iubirii,<br />
Trecând ca peste-o rană, pe-un vânăt cer ca fierea.<br />
Plecat peste fântână, vedeam în fund durerea</b></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #33a3a3;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Cum turbura adâncul venind să se adape<br />
Şi prefăcea în sânge cleştarul scump de ape,<br />
Cum se stingea amurgul şi veştedul luceafăr<br />
Şi cum porneai departe şi singură tu, cea făr<br />
De mila, luând cu tine în albul steag al mâinii,<br />
Ca-n zări să mi le fluturi, năframele luminii,<br />
Lăsându-mă, din golul fântânii cu balaur,<br />
Să mă privească noaptea cu ochii ei de aur,<br />
Pe când, cerând şi dându-şi c-un bun rămas iertarea,<br />
Se-mbrăţişau în umbră iubirea şi uitarea. </b></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #33a3a3;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Vasile Voiculescu </b></span></span></span> </div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-87686800417654316942011-07-07T19:04:00.003+02:002011-07-07T19:09:49.221+02:00Umbra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrRwU_loqc2qrx37Wd5UwagagXCQkotWBw8HnvOMwhNFGxJeEhUz7lTYFjEYI23cv91IYtfEJzfKMtCJCxk4OjHsirsXqjnqNcIfXfaTPlRQRWiI9hyVyIgJNH8n9YVCIwQkudi-nlyF6/s1600/shadows3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrRwU_loqc2qrx37Wd5UwagagXCQkotWBw8HnvOMwhNFGxJeEhUz7lTYFjEYI23cv91IYtfEJzfKMtCJCxk4OjHsirsXqjnqNcIfXfaTPlRQRWiI9hyVyIgJNH8n9YVCIwQkudi-nlyF6/s320/shadows3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658350217683314" border="0" /></a><br />Cuvintele au umbra<br />ca pietrele de hotar<br />ca arborii si vita de vie<br />ca adevarul<br />dincolo de care<br /><br />e inca ceva.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Daniel Drăgan </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-24354068243445449062011-07-07T18:47:00.001+02:002011-07-07T19:01:12.187+02:00Nu e nimeni...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JjJwY4RTCLaG_9w8Id4CpaCk5lN1RDliMafQPSU1tOOVKq7PNH-BKtGCcUrNhbpDEaY-J3mCBcKtKTAG4wjqUzEXuX38imd669_ghLJojukbgzZcj03MwG7VhXNO5oMmBKvCOIBE9kiC/s1600/cats.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JjJwY4RTCLaG_9w8Id4CpaCk5lN1RDliMafQPSU1tOOVKq7PNH-BKtGCcUrNhbpDEaY-J3mCBcKtKTAG4wjqUzEXuX38imd669_ghLJojukbgzZcj03MwG7VhXNO5oMmBKvCOIBE9kiC/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656437345039938" border="0" /></a><br />Dacã e sã mor acum,<br />Voi murii plângând,<br />Cã nu e nimeni pe pãmânt<br />Sã stea lângã mormânt.<br /><br />Pe drumul cel ales,<br />Merg incet, dar sigur,<br />Dar nu e nimeni pe pãmânt<br />Sã-mi spunã cã nu-s singur.<br /><br />Aleg un loc sã zac<br />Pentru eternitate,<br />Dar nu e nimeni pe pãmânt<br />Sã-mi poatã da dreptate.<br /><br />Poate gresesc acum,<br />Sã gândesc, refuz!<br />Dar nu e nimeni pe pãmânt<br />Sã-mi spunã ca-s confuz.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-35121980814588356052011-07-07T16:51:00.003+02:002011-07-08T00:19:13.854+02:00Emoţie de toamnă<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EKU8USlUQy-phEg1aoxR-kEqxSz_9O0Itzxs1trTH5uGpxWf2NyEfIPUIcfjEPIatRKF-cYiz0v0MgPtJqIskhXmBtxcScDF6VSVlNQCav011fIvpRlSG9FfG0iSkBkzDQ1g-gJhZ6D1/s1600/dried_rose_by_4gottenwords-d35vm8h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EKU8USlUQy-phEg1aoxR-kEqxSz_9O0Itzxs1trTH5uGpxWf2NyEfIPUIcfjEPIatRKF-cYiz0v0MgPtJqIskhXmBtxcScDF6VSVlNQCav011fIvpRlSG9FfG0iSkBkzDQ1g-gJhZ6D1/s320/dried_rose_by_4gottenwords-d35vm8h.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A venit toamna, acoperă-mi inima cu ceva,<br />
cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine cu umbra ta. </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><b>Mă tem ca n-am să te mai vad, uneori,<br />
ca or să-mi creasca aripi ascuţite până la nori,<br />
că ai să te ascunzi într-un ochi străin,<br />
şi el o să se-nchidă cu o frunză de pelin.</b></span></div><div style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><b>Şi-atunci mă apropii de pietre şi tac,<br />
iau cuvintele şi le-nec în mare.<br />
Şuier luna şi o răsar şi o prefac<br />
într-o dragoste mare.<br />
<br />
Nichita Stănescu</b></span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-27431381642975473322011-07-07T16:30:00.004+02:002011-07-07T16:42:20.463+02:00George Bacovia - Plumb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/mW0EjMrbjcY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb,<br />
Si flori de plumb si funerar vestmint --<br />
Stam singur în cavou... si era vint...<br />
Si scirtiiau coroanele de plumb.<br />
<br />
Dormea întors amorul meu de plumb<br />
Pe flori de plumb, si-am inceput să-l strig --<br />
Stam singur lângă mort... si era frig...<br />
Si-i atirnau aripile de plumb. </b></span></span></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-51172478201571127442011-06-24T20:51:00.000+02:002011-06-24T20:51:58.312+02:00Când într-o zi ....<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Când într-o zi </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Iţi va fi dor de mine , </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Voi încerca să nu mai fiu...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Că-ţi fac mai rău şi nu mai bine</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Am învăţat de azi să ştiu.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Când într-o zi </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mă vei striga din suflet, </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Voi încerca să nu mai fiu...</b></span></span></span><a href="http://intrecugetsisimtire.blogspot.com/2011/03/cand-intr-o-zi.html#comment-form"></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnECkjRj6KdTfKMYuUKz7WvTmoCXT9pRylfMYi_yxlFKc_ACve7KYdPKwk1u0pVG8_xM_Gp3Z51IIY3XAPfvE9DFWJdYSO69Lb0EkclqdkGNNRtEeK70mUp-VfY0QCpY_ATjZaD9vIqeh/s1600/Roses_by_Briar_Moss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnECkjRj6KdTfKMYuUKz7WvTmoCXT9pRylfMYi_yxlFKc_ACve7KYdPKwk1u0pVG8_xM_Gp3Z51IIY3XAPfvE9DFWJdYSO69Lb0EkclqdkGNNRtEeK70mUp-VfY0QCpY_ATjZaD9vIqeh/s400/Roses_by_Briar_Moss.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Spre infinit mă voi porni Incet... </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Am învăţat că nu te ştiu... </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Când într-o zi </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mă vei dori mai mult, </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Voi încerca să nu mai fiu...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Că-ţi fac mai rău chiar şi în gând...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>M-ai învăţat să pot să ştiu... </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Când într-o zi </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Vei vrea ca eu s-ascult, </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Acolo eu n-am să mai fiu...</b></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Că-ţi fac mai rău şi tot mai mult...</b></span></span></span> <div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>De astăzi vreau să pot să ştiu...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #00b8ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The Dreamer </b></span></span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-37405096397789101752011-06-18T01:28:00.001+02:002011-06-20T01:18:06.287+02:00Intre pasari.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOq3Aa52qOk__Z_cvB4V1gQr1gN1ooTl_O9_RmQhevCmtMLL1XloYZCdVOwSLyn7gBDjwohJIU49qmrlrYp_mXXzNd4Vz4KdzqcHcmOXeJpFKA_llo0LxsCb-O6ZNx5pmrRvego0qs2hf/s1600/like_the_weather_by_eliseenchanted-d3jbh5l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOq3Aa52qOk__Z_cvB4V1gQr1gN1ooTl_O9_RmQhevCmtMLL1XloYZCdVOwSLyn7gBDjwohJIU49qmrlrYp_mXXzNd4Vz4KdzqcHcmOXeJpFKA_llo0LxsCb-O6ZNx5pmrRvego0qs2hf/s400/like_the_weather_by_eliseenchanted-d3jbh5l.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Cum nu suntem doua pasari, <br />
Sub o stresina de stuf<br />
Cioc in cioc sa stam alaturi<br />
Intr-un cuib numai de puf!<br />
<br />
Nu mi-ai scoate oare ochii<br />
Cu-ascutitul botisor<br />
Si alaturea de mine<br />
Sta-vei oare binisor?<br />
<br />
Parca mi te vad, draguta, <br />
Ca imi zbori si ca te scap;<br />
Stand pe gard, privind la mine, <br />
Ai tot da cochet din cap.<br />
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Iara eu, suit pe casa<br />
Si plouat de-atat amor, <br />
M-as imfla ursuz in pene<br />
Si as sta intr-un picior. </b></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><u><i><span style="color: #9999ff;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mihai Eminescu. </b></span></span></span></i></u> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div>Cristina Plescanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493144123357475322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596278762308856717.post-24922686311294919902011-02-06T23:27:00.000+01:002011-02-06T23:27:21.316+01:00Ci de'am fi singuri..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gHp7ndekUZWZDVgfefD7ZihMY50MaD1BehuVwEMEbIEkMrf0hva4KMYdILZlVjbhjg7RTitQKx9wtQYNfXWvc2vteWnmkMPI_7cVGaDKlyDjeuIlTOGE71pRVDZca7FCoSdo6zULQmZo/s1600/Rose_by_xzb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gHp7ndekUZWZDVgfefD7ZihMY50MaD1BehuVwEMEbIEkMrf0hva4KMYdILZlVjbhjg7RTitQKx9wtQYNfXWvc2vteWnmkMPI_7cVGaDKlyDjeuIlTOGE71pRVDZca7FCoSdo6zULQmZo/s400/Rose_by_xzb.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ci, de-am fi singuri amândoi</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Şi nime să ne asculte,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Uitându-mă în ochii tăi,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ţi-aş spune aşa de multe...</b></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ar trece vremea şi n-am ştii</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ce e aia vreme</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Şi n-ar fi nimenea din vis</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>În lume să ne cheme.</b></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Am fi departe tare duşi,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Străini de lumea-ntreagă:</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Pe veşnicie ţi-aş fi drag,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Tu veşnic mi-ai fi dragă;</b></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Cu sărutări am şterge-n ochi</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A lacrimilor urme,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Şi cine oare s-a-ndura</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Al nostru Rai să-l curme?</b></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ţi-aş spune vorbe dulci încet:</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ca să le-auzi mai bine,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Tot mai aproape ai pleca</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Obrazul tău de mine.</b></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Şi-atuncea de ne-om săruta,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A cui să fie vina?</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nici tu, că nu mă auzeai,</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nici eu n-oi fi pricina.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #9999cc;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nicolae Iorga </b></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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