<?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-5272110687371446373</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:49:05.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet match</title><subtitle type='html'>ss</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melaniaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816282562324657771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4KJWRcCusY/TcANXC-anyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_sBkE5FfROU/s220/DSC02384.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-1322747627627784122</id><published>2011-05-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:05:54.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tare, mare si..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prost..lucrurile nu merg Prost. s.o lasi balta? nu.ti sta in fire. Stai pe loc, respira, si incearca iar si iar. Sufletul ei e blindat? N.as zice. Ti se pare totusi cronofag si vrei s.o lasi pe maine. Soarele e inca in mijlocul cerului si insista sa ramana acolo oricat de des te.ai uita tu la ceas. Plangi dupa ultimu gram de vointa care.ti ramasese, asta inainte ca ea sa te refuze din nou. Te simti neputincios, puerile ti se par toate ideile pe care le aveai, e caraghios (incepi ca razi cand te gandesti la cate.aveai in minte). Esti trist ca lucrurile nu ies cum doreai? Ia un colonhelp! (zice ca mere). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ce te hazardezi amice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E natural sa fie asa, da.i bice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prost..sa fii daca ti se pare fictiune tu cu ea in parc, tu culegand flori pt ea, ea fugind sa.ti sara.n brate, tu cautand cuvinte corecte, ea privind paliativ si alungand orice gand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prost sau deloc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-1322747627627784122?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/1322747627627784122/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=1322747627627784122' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4KJWRcCusY/TcANXC-anyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_sBkE5FfROU/s220/DSC02384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-4519741003179762971</id><published>2010-06-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:47:11.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Scoase o pana din ultimu borcan curat de pe jos..il duse in bucatarie..ii facu loc..si puse apa la incalzit pt 3 in 1, reparase ultima tigara rupta..udata si apoi uscata..fugi pe balcon cu noua carte in mana..sorbise 2 randuri..citise 2 guri de cafea( daca ii poti spune cafea) elimina un fum gros zambi la soare..ii trimise un pupic si muri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-4519741003179762971?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2792181131583732631</id><published>2010-05-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:36:08.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>E plin de gol si firele de nisip s.au terminat toate..drumul e rece-dulceag..firele s.au incalcit si acum se cearta si ele pentru putere..monezile de aur s.au topit la soare si cainele de cauciuc a lins tot..ce faci cu animalul din tine? il hranesti cu foame de aer curat..masina ta e iar pe dreapta..papucii tai sunt gauriti iar talpile sunt razuite de mult..sangele mainilor a domolit foamea iubitului..lumina s.a inecat si cei rai tusesc toti a inceput de discurs..bati din palme si degetele se sparg bucati bucati udand covorul..paginile scartie..rugina acopera randurile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straluceste vantu si.mi imprastie gandu..ultimul si cel mai greu de uitat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2792181131583732631?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2792181131583732631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2792181131583732631' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2792181131583732631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2792181131583732631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-397367960747014695</id><published>2010-02-22T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:53:46.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu stiu nimic</title><content type='html'>Ma numesc Angela.Am de cand m.am nascut o nevoie dureroasa de a avea aproape o persoana in care sa am posibilitatea sa.mi depozitez toata increderea si sa ii pot povesti tot ce mi se intampla.Mie si prietenilor mei de pe micul meu cerebel.Am 20 de ani.Sufar deci, de aceasta boala crunta de 2 decenii.Strang cateodata pe de jos pungi de cornuri magice.Citesc fara sa.mi placa dar imi place sa citesc.&lt;br /&gt;Cred in "what goes around comes around" de aceea am un..sau nu "am un" exista o persoana care mi se confeseaza.E de sex masculin.Il cheama Alin.Eu ii zic Vlad .Ne vedem o data pe saptamana in acelasi loc la aceaasi ora.Nu ne salutam.Nu il intreb niciodata ce face.El ma intreba pe mine.Nu.i raspund niciodata.Imi relateaza fara vreo scapare,fara sa excluda vreun detaliu tot ce i se intampla.Ii cunosc toate experientele.Ii stiu prietenii.Ii inteleg credintele,opinile,regretele,intrebarile,indoielile,ispitele,obiceiurile,slabiciunile,atitudinea,pacatele.Cred tot ce imi spune.Nu stiu nimic despre el.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stie cum ma cheama.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt nu cred...cred ca sper.Da.Sper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-397367960747014695?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/397367960747014695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=397367960747014695' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/397367960747014695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/397367960747014695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-stiu-nimic.html' title='nu stiu nimic'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-300950369475104930</id><published>2010-02-12T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:54:48.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total pro</title><content type='html'>Si amu o sa.ti zic ca de fiecare data cand ma gandesc la un om destept pe care il cunosc ..ma gandesc la tine..tu esti desteptaciunea intruchipata..nu ti.am zis mai demult ca atunci cand stau de vorba cu tine..imi vine sa.mi trag palme dupa fiecare replica?...nu ti.am zis?nu ? chiar nu?..chiar asa ii..de mult am senzatia asta..si de foarte putine ori(influentata de subiect sau stiu io ..de niste stari aparte) am (ai) reusit sa ma detasez(i) de ea.Te.am ginit de cand eram in clasa I..cred ca decizile luate atunci erau mai corecte..amu am crescut ..m.am prostit,naiba stie.Erai a dracului de destept..s.apoi sa nu mai zic de ce fel de masini imi desenai tu pe caiete..s.apoi sa nu zic ca le stiai pe tate(nu dau cu seama cum).Ca esti asa de sensibil..ca frisca de pe tort,ca mine la 5 ani in fata lu Mos Craciun,ca ultimu pahar de vodka pe marginea mesei...stii(u).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.am simtit datoare! :) (si neputincioasa in a.mi arata altfel multumirile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-300950369475104930?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/300950369475104930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=300950369475104930' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/300950369475104930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/300950369475104930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2010/02/total-pro.html' title='Total pro'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-690261523366227532</id><published>2010-02-12T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:28:00.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tat duce</title><content type='html'>Te ia pe sus si te tat duce...ca urli ca nu...ca dai din picioare ca nu,ca ii tragi palme ca nu, te ia si te tat duce..te rogi  sa.ti dea bine..daca stii ca tre sa te rogi.Daca nu,stai si admiri locurile prin care treci pana sa ajungi unde te tat duce.Tu zici ca.i fain..si io zic la fel..intre timp..pt ca in rest ma rog.ma rog sa ajung bine.Cateodata tresari si incepi sa urli iar..sau sa lovesti sau sa injuri..sa te zbati.Mai auzi cate o voce .."E inutil tu vaca !" si rade sau nu neaparat rade.Alta voce,mai sparta,urla ca disperata de departe "Da.i bine..ca esti tare..hai la pateu..bine..indata scapi!" Tu stai si te tat duce ca o felie de paine aruncata de la etaju 5 la porumbei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si la multi ani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-690261523366227532?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/690261523366227532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=690261523366227532' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/690261523366227532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/690261523366227532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2010/02/tat-duce.html' title='tat duce'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-9094030003997618957</id><published>2009-11-25T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:37:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fara viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il simti mai intai..parfum de moarte pe sub usa,prin pereti  apoi narile nu mai suporta,porii se blocheaza iar creierul adopta o atitudine de negare.Acest refuz nu face decat sa maximizeze reactia de uimire atunci cand va veni momentul mult asteptat al acestui rendez-vous.Un blind date care te face sa tremuri si  peste ani cand povestesti nepotilor cat de rece era bunicul lor la prima intalnire,rece si negru.Tot timpu rece si tot timpu negru.Tu erai alba,calda,vesela,cu ochii tot timpu deschisi la fel ca inima si bratele.Adesea cand va puneati in pat simteai inca parfumul de peste zi,il adorai..il iubeai pt ca iti fusese interzis si nociv.Acum nu e altceva decat un viciu cand simturile refuza tot ce nu are legatura cu recele cu negrul si mai ales cu parfumul acela care intrase pe sub usa cand el doar trecuse pe hol..cauta pe altcineva,pe cineva trecut prin viata,cineva cu mai multa experienta,cu destula intelepciune.Ai simtit ca mirosul care iti invadase viata a mers mai departe si prin efractie ti.a dat peste cap simturile,ti.a furat portofelul si cardul unde iti aveai sufletul pus de cativa ani.In nu foarte putin timp i.ai dat si pinu si acum esti si tu rece,rece si neagra.Tot timpu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-9094030003997618957?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/9094030003997618957/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=9094030003997618957' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/9094030003997618957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/9094030003997618957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/11/fara-viata.html' title='fara viata'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-8432013698690585088</id><published>2009-11-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:18:31.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;       "Lucrurile s.au schimbat..." e un fel de..primu lucru care imi vine in minte atunci cand vreau sa zic ceva.Asa o sa zic si maine?sau poate peste o ora..? care lucruri..? cum s.au schimbat?cand?de ce?pt ce.? in bine?in rau? chiar asa e dat? sa accept?nu?de ce nu? pot,poti? cum de poti? de unde ai atata putere? puterea asta e o ..calitate?de unde o ai? imi dai si mie? nu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;       Intrebarile vin asa cum vine nevoia aia sa-ti tarai picioarele prin frunzele moarte de pe strada...ieri si azi si maine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-8432013698690585088?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/8432013698690585088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=8432013698690585088' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8432013698690585088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8432013698690585088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/11/bine.html' title='bine'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2106040653110558866</id><published>2009-10-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:45:19.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>multam</title><content type='html'>N-am terminat de citit articolu de care m-am apucat..dar pt ca praful s.a depus si pt ca era timpul sa fac ceva si inca  pt ca in momentele de mai inainte,in timpul unei discutii de oameni maturi-de fapt mai mult un fel de "eu am dreptate insa inteleg  si respect ce zici tu chiar daca eu in general nu sunt de acord cu lucrurile astea" m-o apucat un fel de chef de ala in genu "daca m-as apuca amu de scris atatea chestii as putea zice,ma rog scrie".Lucruri tari,lucruri de alea ce tin de viata pe bune,nu puii mei vise si povesti.Am comparat din nou pufuletii cu oamenii..pot face asta..ii asa de greu cateodata sa convingi oamenii ca iti pasa..ii greu sa.i multumesti..chiar daca ii intelegi atunci cand vorbesc si poate si cand simt.As zice multe insa ar trebui sa dau exemple de care nu vreau sa.mi amintesc in detaliu.Si nu.i vorba ca nu pot..pot cum sa nu..doar ca nu vreau..de ce sa vreau..vreau de exemplu sa mananc ceva prajitura sau asa..nu vreau sa.mi amintesc de detaliile astea.Am mai zis: pufuletii is smecheri..adica te ajuta in cele mai naspa situatii..te ajuta sa.i faci pe oameni sa inteleaga.Cui sa multumesti?Caror pufuleti?Cumperi o punga si le multumesti...sau poate pe raft la real unde.s mai multi...sau puii mei daca tii neaparat mergi la o fabrica..acolo is cei mai multi..si le tot multumesti..le zici "merci de ajutor" sau "multumesc frumos" sau poate "iti multumesc din inima ca ai avut bunavointa sa ma ajuti".Pe mine din nou m.au lasat rece...ca de obicei pufuletii nu m.au impresionat..cum sa zic?simt ca m.au ajutat si acum imi pasa de ei tocmai pt ca m.au ajutat..insa nu le multumesc..ma pis pe ei ..pt ca eu am ramas cu aceasi senzatie ca sunt niste oportunisti..poate nu.i asa..insa asta simt eu si nu , nu le multumesc..sper sa nu fiu pedepsita prea aspru pt asta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2106040653110558866?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2106040653110558866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2106040653110558866' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2106040653110558866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2106040653110558866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/10/multam.html' title='multam'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-5488273479722577745</id><published>2009-08-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:03:44.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geamul e deschis</title><content type='html'>Uneori, o poza face cat o mie de cuvinte. Uneori, o privire face cat o mie de versuri. Uneori, sa dai un telefon, sa auzi vocea, e mai important si cantareste mai mult in iarba celeilalte jumatati a firului decat sa dai un mesaj.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri a fost ziua Melaniei, jumatatea mai importanta a acestui blog. Am sunat-o sa-i spun "La multi ani". A fost ok. Dar stiu, si stie si ea, ca e o persoana importanta pentru mine, si de aceea cred ca acel apel telefonic nu a fost suficient, mai ales ca a intrat si ea in familia persoanelor "batrane". Asa ca primul lucru pe care l-am facut dupa ce am deschis bloggerul a fost sa intru pe wet match, care e cam prafuit btw, si sa ma apuc de scris. Pana acum sunt doar cuvinte usoare, si poate ca nici n-o sa fie unele mai grele, dar cred ca ceva greu e ultimul lucru de care ai nevoie acum, in varf de munte. N-o sa-ti doresc tot binele din lume, pt ca vreau putin si pt mine, nici prea multa sanatate pt ca o sa te plictisesti tot ingrijindu-i pe ceilalti bolnavi, nici prea multi bani pt ca e intotdeauna imbucurator atunci cand primesti ceva pe degeaba lefter fiind. O sa iti doresc, si-ti doresc defapt, tot ce-ti doresti tu. Pana la ultimul firisor de nisip de pe plaja, pana la ultimul cub de tetris.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca stelele se vad clar de acolo de unde esti si poti sa simti caldura caloriferului de sub geam. Pt ca geamul e deschis. Spre cea de-a doua zi de 18 (optsprezece) ani. O sa te bucuri de ei, crede-ma :). B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-5488273479722577745?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/5488273479722577745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=5488273479722577745' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5488273479722577745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5488273479722577745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/08/geamul-e-deschis.html' title='geamul e deschis'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-3501056790708347108</id><published>2009-06-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:52:32.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cum</title><content type='html'>Stii ca saptamana trecuta mi.ai spus ca soarele are gust de inghetata?te.am crezut usor..si mi.ai spus ca ma iubesti..si asta am crezut.Acum ce simti?cand ti.am adus o bucata mica de soare intr.o farfurie de unica folosinta si ai gustat? ai simtit ca are gust de alune prajite..ai zis "ma cac pe ele de alune".Ti.ai dat seama ca m.ai mintit..ai inceput sa te smiorcai si sa zici ca tu chiar ai crezut ce mi.ai zis..gandeste.te si tu acum ca mi.e imposibil sa te mai cred.Ultima data cand am iesit afara pe iarba tu povesteai despre nu stiu ce porcarii..filosofai in legatura cu relatia dintre om si divinitate.Iarba imi spunea ca i frig si ca nu vad cum tremura..am acoperit.o cu o patura plina de semne de exclamatie..ioi..asa de bine m.am simtit..Ultima data cand am facut cacati de fluturasi in zapada..te.ai dus sa.mi aduci cafea..ti.am zis ca am chef..am ramas singura 5 minute..zapada imi spunea ca i cald..si ca viseaza sa stea undeva la umbra intr.un hamac..am fugit..si i.am facut o limonada..ioi ..asa de bine m.am simtit .Nu stiai nimic..asa cum nu sti nici acum..viata alearga transpirata pe langa tine..intinzi servetele..ce bou esti jur..baga bucata aia de soare ce.o ramas in farfurie in buzunar..si fugi..fugi cat de repede poti..nu fa poze acum..nu e momentu, nu te opri sa ma saruti de ramas bun, nu te opri sa.mi spui ca ma iubesti,nu te opri sa stergi picurii de sudoare de pe frunte,nu te opri sa te gandesti la picioare goale pe pietricele rotunde si fierbinti,nu te opri sa razi de tine,nu te opri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-3501056790708347108?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/3501056790708347108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=3501056790708347108' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/3501056790708347108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/3501056790708347108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/06/cum.html' title='cum'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6266360916723647476</id><published>2009-06-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:23:25.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decide</title><content type='html'>ce faci tu? vinzi sau cumperi portocale..?cuvintele exprima exact ce trebuie..cat trebuie..nu sunt nici mai mult nici mai putin..nu intreb..urasc intrebarile..si tu ar trebui sa stii..asta e diferenta ..eu ma astept sa stii..si sunt sigura ca o faci..tu esti sigura ca nu stiu nimic..si nu esti prea sigura de asta..desi ai vrea nespus de mult sa fi..stii ca iubesc nespus de mult raspunsurile..mai ales cele clare..exista un cuvat care defineste persoanele care ucid..si le place sa spuna sa nu se simt vinovate, ca au o constiinta curata..iar altul si mai urat pt cei care chiar nu se simt vinovati pe bune..e naspa sa vorbesti urat..chiar si cand poate e drept.ce mai e naspa e sa astepti un bogatas sa.ti cumpere marfa..toata..sunt sigura insa ca nici unu nu arunca banii in vant pe o marfa expirata..aminteste.ti ca la tine e criza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6266360916723647476?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/6266360916723647476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=6266360916723647476' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6266360916723647476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6266360916723647476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/06/decide.html' title='decide'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-8260215282906474558</id><published>2009-06-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:40:32.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there are some rules</title><content type='html'>pe care nu le.ai invatat..sau ba da..le.ai invatat..le.am invatat..prin zapada..langa cani de ciocolata alba..cand ziceai ..ca "uite ma..a dracului treaba,acum iubesc sa invat"..le.am invatat si le stiam pe de rost..si le respectam..inainte ca tu sa incepi sa le uiti..pt ca da esti prea slaba sau prea puternica sau ma rog..le.ai uitat bine de tot..si ai improscat cu cacatu asta si in noi..io m.am sters..si am si facut dush ..pt ca pe pamant nu e criza si am apa cacalau..si incep sa cred ca oamenii obosesc..obosesc sa incerce,sa strige, sa implore ..ce..?o craca sub picioare..?o craca pe care ai taiat.o  tu din prostie nu din indiferenta.care trebuie asteptata sa creasca iar..incet..io nu stau bine cu rabdarea..ie naspa sa astepti..cum zicea cineva:)) ..si is de acord cu tine..nu imparti nimic cu oricine..tre sa fii destept..mai ii ceva..omu oboseste sa astepte da niciodata sa simta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-8260215282906474558?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/8260215282906474558/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=8260215282906474558' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8260215282906474558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8260215282906474558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-some-rules.html' title='there are some rules'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-434549858416733683</id><published>2009-06-05T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:45:25.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nu intotdeauna</title><content type='html'>ciresele stau in pom ..acolo la livada..stii.?:)) nu.i expozitie..privim in viitor..si nu vrem ca atunci cand o sa ai chef de cirese sa ti le dam stricate..vrem sa fie mereu  proaspete..de asta nu le culegem..pt ca nu stim niciodata cand iti vine chefu ..si nu vrei cirese stricate,nu?asa ma gandeam si io..e alegerea ta..intotdeauna e vorba de alegerea ta..nu te ingrijora cu privire la grisu tau..(tremur)facem noi altu mintenas..si il putem peste al tau..si o sa vezi ca o sa aiba din nou un gust bun..mult mai bun ca inainte..lasi impresia..desi iti doresti nespus de mult sa nu arati treaba asta..si o faci prea bine pt ca ai inceput si tu sa crezi in nepasarea asta..nici pt asta nu te ingrojora ..o sa iti amintim mintenas ce credeai la inceput.si is o vaca, am cumparat jeleurile si nu stiu unde dracu le.am ratacit..in dezordinea asta de cacat din camera..suntem 2 ..nu face nimeni curatenie..da o sa ma apuc io sambata..ca nu se mai poate asa..si is sigura ca o sa le gasesc undeva pe acolo pe sub hainele alea de langa pat.da da stiu "daca le,ai pune unde trebe cand te dezbraci n.ar mai fi asa " ma crezi ca asa zic la fiecare curatenie? da no..fiecare cu caracteristicile lui ..nimic nu e incorect..nimeni nu e vanzator..si pamant asa e cu p mic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-434549858416733683?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/434549858416733683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=434549858416733683' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/434549858416733683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/434549858416733683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-intotdeauna.html' title='nu intotdeauna'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-1935405625339555634</id><published>2009-06-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:46:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ure not right</title><content type='html'>Nu aveti niciunu dreptate..e vorba de un pamant al nostru ..pe care l.am umplut noi cu iarba copaci si viata..si pe pamantu asta nu aveti nici unu dreptate.Ce faci tu e sa fugi printre copacii astia pe care noi i.am plantat si sa te ratacesti. noi fugim dupa tine..incet..dupa cat ne duc picioarele ca suntem si noi un fel de oameni cum exista si pe Pamantu normal...chiar asta facem..nu vezi ca suntem obosite si transpirate?..un argument solid zic io..desi poate zici ca numa ne plimbam..asta nu.i o plimbare..pt simplu fapt ca toate plimabrile sunt frumoase..si asta nu.i ..asta e stilu nostru de a alerga..asa cum si tu ai propriul tau stil de a te rataci..poate e bine sa te ratacesti..doar atunci..cand stii sigur la inceput ca vrei sa ajungi inapoi..si chiar o faci dupa o bucata de vreme cand zici ca nu.ti face bine decat pe pamant.portocalele si ciresele nu se mananca singur..deci nu aveti dreptate...durerea nu.i buna..nu filosofati..ce sacrificiu ce catharsis..nimic..durerea e naspa recunoste ca.i asa..stim cai asa..si sa accepti toate decizile pe care le iei..e si mai naspa..mai ales cand decizile nu sunt irevocabile.Nu esti intimidanta prin siguranta decizile pe care le iei..ci prin modul prin care le faci cunoscute..egalitate ..?exista si intr.un grup de 45929290645 de oameni. ..nu pe Pamant ci pe pamant ..aici in iarba pe care noi o udam..si am auzit..si auzim tot timpu.N.am lucrat mult..la pamant ..da am lucrat bine..prea bine..Nu sta linistita !!! ne auzi cum strigam..?Nu sta linistita..agitate cu noi...sa stai linistita pe pamant e naspa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-1935405625339555634?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/1935405625339555634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=1935405625339555634' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1935405625339555634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1935405625339555634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/06/ure-not-right.html' title='ure not right'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-499651335580225610</id><published>2009-05-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:05:40.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:|</title><content type='html'>Dimineata..soare siluetic imi arata un deget indreptat spre tine..ma intorc cu spatele si stramb din nas..ceasu nu suna azi..dooorm...am visat un baiat frumos..te uiti la mine de vreo 2  minute."termina" nu ma pot concentra la somn..si eu iubesc sa dorm..n.am chef de pupaceli si cacaturi..n.am chef de fata ta in dimineata asta..sau poate da..adu.mi o cafea..nu trage draperia..pune pe tom si jerry..si taci,nu te misca,nu clipi sau pleaca..asa poate imi vine chefu..pana atunci tine.ti respiratia si asteapta in liniste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-499651335580225610?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/499651335580225610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=499651335580225610' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/499651335580225610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/499651335580225610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='(:|'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6020133701627539669</id><published>2009-05-12T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:09:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu stii</title><content type='html'>Sa presupunem prin absurd ca nu-ti place iaurtul cu fructe. Nici ala simplu nu-ti place. Ce mai, esti ingrozita de lapte. Si intr-o zi, culmea, chiar cand sub Soare a rasarit o papadie rosie, lumea ta s-a intors pe dos. Nu stiu exact cum ar veni asta pt suficient de multe lucruri ca sa incropesc o insiruire, dar cert este ca cineva ti-a pus in fata un pahar cu lapte. Nu, cu iaurt, cu fructe. Toate astea la micul dejun, fireste.&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi cu adevarat usor sa-ti inchipui in fiecare clipa ca cineva va manca iaurtul pt tine, ca nu vei fi tu nevoita sa-l mananci, pt ca-ti displace. La fel de usor ar fi sa crezi ca cineva se va trezi in fiecare dimineata la 7 si va face drumul pana la scoala. Totul pt tine. Sau va merge la WC cand tu esti prea prinsa cu ochii in televizor. Sau intr-o carte, n-are importanta. Totul ar fi mult mai usor, daca altcineva ar face totul pt tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu, cu firea ta egoista si nimicitoare, nu stii ca altcineva e cineva. Si crezi ca cineva e un homeless fara vise. Si fara valuri. Si iti place sa te stii in siguranta, acolo, cocotata in varful patului, dar nu vrei sa stii ca cineva te tine in siguranta. Pt tine e doar altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;La urma urmei, ce rost are sa rupi macaroanele, daca stii ca se indoaie singure? De ce ai merge la scoala daca stii ca esti o ilustra minte isteata? De ce ti-ai intrerupe lectura daca stii ca n-ai baut nimic de trei zile?&lt;br /&gt;De ce ti-ar pasa de altcineva daca stii ca nu-ti pasa?&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/-/track/golden+grounds" title="'Golden Grounds' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Golden Grounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6020133701627539669?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/6020133701627539669/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=6020133701627539669' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6020133701627539669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6020133701627539669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-stii.html' title='Tu stii'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-796216570218728341</id><published>2009-05-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:17:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>se aude shhh..</title><content type='html'>Bate cineva la geam...sau nu..?fac parte din cei care intind paturi pe iarba si nu se mai obosesc sa se ridice,care asculta bancuri de la pereti si le zic mai departe,care nu cred in povestile tale..asta doar pentru ca stiu ca au fost peretii tai cei care ti.au spun minciunile alea oribile.Mie macar imi spun bancuri.Stii tu sigur ca povestile de groaza se zic la lumina lumanarii?..asta.i abureala..se zic noaptea pe bezna..cu o mana rece si de incredere care te tine apasat pe umaru ala mereu prezent la datorie..cu o sticla de vin rosu pe care si.au lasat degetele toti aia care vin cu scocurile si palariile alea mari..:)) tiganilor. Nu vin cu nimic..vin cu trupul si mintea sa.ti arate ca ei nu pot plange deodata cu tine..si mai tarziu ca nici tu nu poti plange deodata cu fiecare..insa poti sta acolo..poti sa nu zici nimic..tu esti de ajuns.Noaptea,cand pana si fantomelor de sub pat si de dupa dulap si din dulap si de pe dulap si de sub dulap le tremura chilotii cand careva vorbeste de verisorii lor care merg prin padure..si ii frig si intuneric si departe se aud lupii si pasarile si mai aproape se aude fosnet de funze si mai aproape pasi grei grabiti..si mai aproape gafaituri regulate si nervoase si cel mai aproape respiratie fierbinte si prietenoasa si mai aproape buze reci pe o frunte mare si incruntata.Nu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-796216570218728341?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/796216570218728341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=796216570218728341' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/796216570218728341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/796216570218728341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-aude-shhh.html' title='se aude shhh..'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-4735001027019056754</id><published>2009-03-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:14:45.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 palme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cum ii numesc oamenii specializati in tipu asta de clasificari pe cei ca tine?ratati..si pot veni cu argumente.nu vorbesc aiurea,ori nu.s naspa si nu.mi vine mie sa.ti zic asa pt ca asa.s fecioarele-cu simt critic dezvoltat..e pur si simplu "a rata" substantivizat..special pt tine.atat!uite.te.n oglinda bine la fruntea ta..vezi cu siguranta r..mai departe nu mai ai tupeu sa cetesti.ii bun totusi..nici io nu cred ca as avea.ii clar ca oarecum esti normal.Uai si cate ai de facut.si cate planuri ai in sfecla si cate mai vin si tu nu misti ma un cacat de deget.fir.ati a dracu de degete!ii bun macar ca nu prea iesi pe afara..stai in casa.mananci paine cu margarina de nu stii cand, ai trecut la tap water de vreo 2 luni,ti.ai consumat ziarele, de cateva zile folosesti caietele din liceu (s.o dus caietele de mate de mult),Iuliana de jos nu ti.o mai adus tigari de vreo saptamana..ar cam trebui s.o suni da telefonu ii in bucatarie de vreo 3 zile..cineva suna in fiecare zi pe la 10 sau 11 nu stii sigur ca ceasu nu mai are baterie ai luat.o pt telecomanda,cablu nu mai ai de ieri,George are gagica de amu.i o juma de an,nu l.ai mai vazut de atunci- curvele strica tot,visezi o sticla de Bucegi de 3 nopti,n.ai vazut.o pe sorata de 2 ani-ti.o promis ca te ia cu ea in Spania da n.o mai sunat.E bine totusi ca tu esti un tip cu o rabdare de invidiat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-4735001027019056754?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/4735001027019056754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=4735001027019056754' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/4735001027019056754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/4735001027019056754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-palme.html' title='2 palme'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-1986989453691098715</id><published>2009-03-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:36:02.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ie super</title><content type='html'>Si pana o s.o prinzi pe Mia plangand din cauza ta o sa invete si porcusoru lu Oty sa faca oua umplute.Si nu.i nevoie de multe motive sa te apuci sa bocesti asa..de nebuna.uneva ascunsa sa nu te vada nimeni..sa nu te eticheteze ca apartinand speciilor astea..de vineti si batuti de..puii mei ..vant!..numa ca Mia nu prea plange..zice ca "nu.mi sta.n fire"..nu.si cere scuze..desi stie tot timpu ca ar trebui..nu.i plac gay-i ..ii clar..de ce sa vada 2 sau 3 sau 4 sau 47 sau 65 de perechi de barbati care se ling..s.o faca ..acasa..sau sa se bage in boscheti sau dupa stalpi sau in canale ..numa sa nu.i vada..le.ar da niste sfaturi daca i.ar suporta.."trateaza.te!"..si tu si el si voi..si noi..si copila aia care vorbeste la telefon in fiecare pauza si plange ..pe sub banci..si ala..care da cu picioru in sticla aia de "aisti" pe care o aruncat.o bleaga aia..ca si.o rupt unghia aia gealata ..si ea care se opreste cateodata si rade cu gura laarg deschisa..la bancu ala cu furnica si pensatu..si ce daca tu nu razi la ea.."Io rad" ..rad si cand imi zici tu ca n.o sa fiu o lady niciodata..rad si cand imi dau seama..ca poate ai dreptate si n.ar trebui sa rad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-1986989453691098715?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/1986989453691098715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Am simtit miros de cappuccino intr-o carte, si m-am gandit la un copil inconstient caruia ii place atat marea cat si muntele, si care reuseste sa idolatrizeze deopotriva si un cuvant si o liniste. Nu o sa-l pot numi altfel pana la proba contrarie, dar nu m-as bucura sa primesc acea proba curand. Mai degraba as bea o cana de cappuccino si as incerca sa mai stau treaz o vreme, sa astept sa creasca in liniste si voie. Si nici tu, stapan vorbaret, nu ar trebui sa il grabesti. Nu!&lt;br /&gt;"The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colors in you mind". Asculta, si o sa intelegi despre ce vorbeste ea. Ce vrea sa zica, ce isi exprima.. Pt. mine exprima simpla dar multa indragita ta personalitate. Si imi aduc aminte de acea linie, de fapt doua linii, care mi te definesc. Capabile sa se miste, capabile sa impresioneze, dar niciodata pana acum sa amageasca. Si ma bucur si mai mult cand stiu ca acolo vor fi intotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;Serios, ar trebui sa ma incalt si sa o iau la fuga. Sau nu, nu la fuga, dar ar trebui sa o iau intr-o directie oricum. Dupa ce azi am stat pe doua scaune si nu mi-a placut deloc, maine as vrea sa stau altfel, mai mult. As vrea sa vad lumea asa cum e ea, fara nimic altceva. As vrea sa daram un munte pt a vedea de unde iese apa, as vrea sa rapesc niste cercetatori care sa faca parul zapezii sa nu mai cada, as vrea sa gasesc o floare, ca sa o pot darui, iar apoi sa gasesc ceva mai multe cifre decat de obicei pe hartiuta aceea subtire si patrata. In sfarsit, as vrea sa dau drumul vechilor valuri, pt a face muuult loc celor noi, si as tunde toata iarba pt a o lasa sa creasca din nou. Si mai vreau un singur lucru: era pe vremuri cineva care indragea sa petreaca timpul undeva in nori; ei bine, sper sa fi coborat si sa fi facut ce trebuia sa faca. Daca nu a facut-o, asta ar fi ultima mea doleanta din scurtul sir de astazi.&lt;br /&gt;Molipsitorul "o zi frumoasa!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-478632706556668948?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/478632706556668948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=478632706556668948' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/478632706556668948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/478632706556668948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2757305751695998029</id><published>2009-02-10T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:50:51.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si volumul tau e acolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ce crezi ca te-ar face fericit acum? poate o cana cu lapte, sau o turta dulce imbibata in sirop de capsuni? sau chiar un iaurt cu zmeura? dar oare pe Alba-ca-Zapada ce ar face-o fericita acum? cred ca cerul nu e suficient de senin pt a se putea vedea clar pe el dorinta unui om. si mai cred ca Luna e prea putin luminoasa. sa mergi la biblioteca si sa te invarti aiurit printre rafturile care gem sub greutatea cartilor, precum Atlas geme sub greutatea Pamantului, apoi sa vezi o carte care iti place. sa le spui prietenilor cu care esti ca s-ar putea sa iti placa acel volum, dar tu sa stii in interiorul tau ca e mai mult o petala de speranta suflata catre ei, cei care te sprijina si iti sunt alaturi. apoi iti continui drumul aiurit, impunandu-ti o stare de certitudine, facandu-ti curaj atingand fiecare carte in treacat. ajungi la raftul din mijloc, cel mai firav dintre toate, cel pe care nu credeai niciodata ca vei gasi o carte suficient de buna pt tine. dar ce sa vezi? chiar acolo, in metaforica-i singuratate, sta semet un volum gros, invelit intr-o coperta frumoasa de piele rosie, brazdata din loc in loc de cate o decoratie baroca de un auriu pervers. o iei sfios, fara sa te uiti prea mult la ea. stii ca o vrei. apoi se aude o soapta care iti spune ca ar trebui sa faci ce te indruma inima. dar tu nu auzi acea soapta. tu deja faci ce te indruma inima.&lt;br /&gt;in fata bibliotecarei scoti legitimatia si ii ceri sa ti-o treaca in fisa pt o viata intreaga. ea zambeste amar si din privire iti spune ca te va revedea mai curand de sfarsitul vietii. nu vrei sa o crezi, si fugi, fara sa te uiti inapoi. peste nu mai mult de doua minute te intorci, si te reintalnesti cu bibliotecara.&lt;br /&gt;-hehe, ti-am spus ca o sa ne revedem mai curand de eternitate. poftim legitimatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2757305751695998029?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2757305751695998029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2757305751695998029' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2757305751695998029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2757305751695998029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-volumul-tau-e-acolo.html' title='si volumul tau e acolo'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2078972071612631164</id><published>2009-02-09T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:08:51.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu nu..</title><content type='html'>Io nu am intarziat in a.mi stabili prioritatile...pe primu loc nu sunt eu..si nici tu..e mult mai mult decat noi 2 am putea face vreodata pt lumea asta..apoi sunt eu...si tu nu esti dupa mine.. io nu sunt cu toane..si nici nu te vrajesc..nu ma joc..sunt eu..asa cum nici eu nu.mi dau seama inca..si cum no sa fiu peste cativa ani asa cum n.am fost azi sau ieri..sunt eu asa..cum tu nu ma cunosti inca..asa cum nu.ti doresc sa ma cunosti ...de asta ..de acum o sa actionez dupa normele pe care tu  mi le impui..desi asta nu inseamna ca ma controlezi..inseamna ca nu fac ce vreau eu..ci ce vrei tu..si o sa vad daca o sa.mi para rau..pe tine nu te intereseaza asta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2078972071612631164?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2078972071612631164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2078972071612631164' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2078972071612631164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2078972071612631164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/02/nu-nu.html' title='nu nu..'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2082951213858782953</id><published>2009-02-09T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:43:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta vreau acum!</title><content type='html'>Sa simti ca nu.ti ajunge capu pt nervii care.i ai..sa constientizezi in pana mea ca nu merita si totusi sa vrei..sa zici amu ca te doare la banana daca ai avea..si ai..si in urmatoru minut sa incepi sa bocesti  sub pretextu ca cineva o prezentat realitatea asa cum e..sa te vezi mare ca un balon ce acopera tot ce vezi...si apoi sa.ti simti dintii usori si fara pic de forta incercarcand sa musti cacatu ala de balon..ce te opreste sa vezi ce vrei..sa vrei sa te rogi Lui care E mai puternic decat mintea ta plina de cacat si minciuna si gunoi ce te lasa fara pic de aer curat sa.l tragi in piept si sa.ti revii accepta...si sa nu poti..pt ca te gandesti la ce prostie ai facut..sa regreti ce ai facut..si sa plangi de sa ramai fara pic de lacrima si totusi sa nu poti face nimic cu timpu asta cacat...sa vrei sa scrii mesaje in care sa.mi explici ca nu poti ajunge la mine..prin drumurile astea pline de noroi si de pasi trecuti prin cine stie ce pana mea de mizerii..si blestematele alea de degete conduse de orgoliu prea fals...sa nu te lase..dus de somn si de nepasare..sa vrei apoi sa.ti spargi pumnu de primu perete ce.ti apare in fata ...si totusi sa zici ca nu are rost..sa te plimbi prin cacatu ala de casa a ta ..si sa iti vina sa spargi tot ce prinzi..si totusi sa vrei sa urli....ca mai vrei..ca ma vrei..ca vrei mai mult..ca vrei totul ..ca vrei timp..ca vrei..ce.ti pot io da..ca vrei zile...petrecute numa cu mine...saptamani ..luni..sa nu.ti ajunga..sa vrei ..sa vrei ..sa vrei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta iti doresc..amu..asta vreau sa patesti...prin asta vreau sa treci..ca sa stii..sa.ti dai seama...ca nici asa...macar..nu ai putut constientiza..ca ai avut onoarea..sa fii tu ala..care mi.ai ocupat mintea..o seara intreaga...ca din cauza ta am numarat blestematele de minute..care treceau..si io nu stiam ce pasarelele mele faceai...sa.ti dai seama..ca a doua..zi mangaiata de ele..te.am uitat. si mai departe nu vreau nimic..sa vrei tu..si eu sa zic ca "Dorm!"..asta iti doresc...asta iti doresc azi...in minutele astea...maine o sa.ti doresc sanatate si multa vointa pt restu lucrurilor..care cu siguranta iti doresc sa fie mult mai importante decat mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta iti doresc acum...boule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2082951213858782953?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2082951213858782953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2082951213858782953' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2082951213858782953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2082951213858782953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/02/sa-simti-ca-nu.html' title='Asta vreau acum!'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-629248794817379572</id><published>2009-01-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:23:12.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceva cu "ihi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;       Poate te gandesti ca meriti mai mult,poate chiar asa e insa in ultima vreme nimeni nu mai rade,nimeni nu mai plange,nimeni nu mai  vorbeste, nimeni nu mai tace nimeni nu mai face nimic la timp, "la timpul" cand au chef...superficialitatea actioneaza ca o banda de aia adeziva pe buzele lor.Sunt sigura ca ar vrea sa zambeasca,poate o si fac insa tu n.ai de unde sa stii, nu vezi nimic prin banda aia ce sta lipita acolo ca si cand locu ala ii apartine,ca si cand nu e nimic ciudat in asta.Si urla apoi ca nu ei si.au lipit.o ..ca ar fii culmea sa.si lipeasca ei insisi banda pe gura.."esti cu capu? auzi ce zici?"Iti plimbi ochii pe fetele lor si nu.ti vine sa razi..asa cum o faceai cu cativa ani in urma la faze de astea.Si amu ti.ar placea sa le dai o palma peste cap si sa le spui "hei mo,revino.ti!".Le si poti zice..ca ce? ca bat pariu ca banda aia tat acolo ramane..si ei merg tampitii asa cu ea pe strada..ca si cand n.ar avea.o..io o vad..si altii..iar altii nu ..asta pt ca la ei ..banda e pe ochii..ca altfel is sigura ca ar vedea.o si ei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Si cine pisici are timp sa stea toata ziua pe strada,in frig,sa tot smulga benzi adezive de pe gurile si de pe ochii alora care alta data te ajutau sa crezi in prietenie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-629248794817379572?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/629248794817379572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=629248794817379572' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/629248794817379572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/629248794817379572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/01/poate-te-gandesti-ca-meriti-mai.html' title='ceva cu &quot;ihi&quot;'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-461590812753967965</id><published>2009-01-16T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:26:28.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iusac</title><content type='html'>Si Mia are chef din nou de acadele rosii..da nu plange daca nu le primeste si rade ca o copila de clasa a V a cand le desface si le vede..rosiiiiiii...da nu.i place rosu decat la acadele si la inimi..mai ales la acadele..e ca atunci cand te simti asa de bine ca zici ca nu meriti..si astepti deja ceva rau..pt binele  de azi.Si nu o lasa sa se gandeasca mai mult,vine si se baga  peste gandurile ei si le sperie ..zboara proastele ca porumbeii lu septi.Vrea cateodata sa.i spuna ca nu.i place asa si el o saruta apasat de tot si rade de ea.Ea are buzele asa fara vlaga si cuvintele ies usor,fluierate parca, si el o iubeste tot mai tare cu fiecare silaba.Si ea e asa de vorbareata cand vrea si spune doar prostii si silabele curg si el ii simte respiratia tot timpul.Atunci Mia  nu mai are chef nici macar de acadele rosii..:-&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-461590812753967965?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/461590812753967965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=461590812753967965' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/461590812753967965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/461590812753967965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/01/iusac.html' title='iusac'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-1976384023100424246</id><published>2009-01-16T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:57:08.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buuum !</title><content type='html'>Si am mai zis ca urasc schimbarile bruste de planuri..si iubesc schimbarile..fara nimic "bruste" sau "planuri"..:d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-1976384023100424246?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/1976384023100424246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=1976384023100424246' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1976384023100424246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1976384023100424246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2009/01/buuum.html' title='buuum !'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-5087979978343708968</id><published>2008-12-22T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:55:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ar fii mai greu</title><content type='html'>Ar fii atatea lucruri pe care le.ai putea face bine..si insisti sa le ratezi..pt ca esti prea om..de ce nu avem alti ochi ?de ce nu poti sa arunci intr.un colt treaba asta cu "sunt om" si sa te uiti tot acolo,tot atunci,tot asa.de ce nu avem alte degete..?si lacrimile mele au acelasi gust cu ale tale..?iubirea iti tine de cald azi..?ti.ar fii dor de niste manusi fara degete..ti.ar placea sa ma saruti o data si sa nu te mai uit..se prea poate..cateodata nu ma iubesti asa tare..cateodata zici ca daca nu ma mai vezi 2 zile iti trece..si asta se prea poate..zambesti ud si iti plac lamaile de mori..uiti ca ai aceiasi culoare si azi si maine si ieri..iti plac si cuvintele cateodata..si liniile iti plac ..urasti ca stii mai mult decat vrei..de ce am eu mai mult sau mai putin decat altii..azi nu iubesti pe nimeni..tu de azi esti mai putin important decat tu de ieri..un maaaare blank pe foaia ta.Macar stii ca traiesti doar pt ca iubesti sa speri ca tu de maine va fii mult mai important decat tu de ieri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-5087979978343708968?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/5087979978343708968/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=5087979978343708968' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5087979978343708968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5087979978343708968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/12/ar-fii-atatea-lucruri-pe-care-le.html' title='ar fii mai greu'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-7727303912647451698</id><published>2008-12-22T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:41:53.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>da.da io..</title><content type='html'>..Io la leapsa lu Septi..;;)..mai am un pic din "elevu dima dintr.a VII a" Drumes....si vorbesc despre asta.pt ca mai am 3 carti incepute demult..si neterminate...o citesc pt ca am vazut ca o citea bea..si mi.amintit ca ne.o recomandat.o si diriga..o carte f tare..am citit chiar aseara o faza..desi dupa cum ziceam la filme ii mult mai usor sa plangi..(ca no is mai multe simturi implicate)..am plans si aici..cred ca la aceasi faza la care o plans si bea..cititi cartea..:d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-7727303912647451698?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/7727303912647451698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=7727303912647451698' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7727303912647451698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7727303912647451698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/12/dada-io.html' title='da.da io..'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-652416617231510263</id><published>2008-12-12T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:37:04.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cam asa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Zi tot ce ai de zis..desi mor dupa piesa aia..si cam de multe ori ma gasesc pe acolo ratacita printre silabele alea..de la fel de multe ori..zic ca nu...nu.i chiar asa..nu ma sparg sau nu ma topesc sau nu ma zgariu..sau nu ma inec...sau nu  ma tocesc..sau nu mi se rupe mina..sau nu mi se gata cerneala  ..sau nu ma termin daca o sa ascult tot ce ai tu de zis..desi toate porcariile alea care le scoti pe gura nu.s decat niste baliverne care ma plictisesc de moarte..si care de multe ori  ma fac sa te opresc..si sa te pun sa repeti ..in speranta ca de data asta o sa reusesc sa nu ma gandesc la ce mi.ar trebui si mie niste blugi noi..ci la ideile alea "atat de importante" pt mine(not)."-Da..zi te ascult..ziceai de copii si de educatie..spune.mi tot ce vrei..eu te ascult"..odata si-odata tot o sa.ti zic..ca pe bune..as fii vrut sa te ascult..da ma depasesc treburile astea..serios..si cateodata asa ma intereseaza..si as vrea sa stiu..da nu.mi dauu seama cum nu prind niciodata momentele alea cand is cu tine..nu ma sincronizez..:))..tre sa mai lucrez la asta..o sa te anunt..keep in touch..till then;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-652416617231510263?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/652416617231510263/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=652416617231510263' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/652416617231510263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/652416617231510263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/12/cam-asa.html' title='cam asa..'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6493158003044431147</id><published>2008-12-04T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:21:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cacat  de castel</title><content type='html'>Sezi turceste pe patura aia verde..in coltul camerei tale mici...din blestematu asta de castel..telefonu..nu suna..sau poate suna..insa tu nu.l auzi,n,ai cum..castile iti urla ca nebunele piesele alea vechi si care demult au uitat sa.ti placa..din fereastra uriasa a castelului tau ti-e imposibil sa vezi camionu ala...sau ce.i ..l.am vazut io pe strada ..de ala ce cara cimenturi si de alea...era asa mocicos..si gri..si avea niste buuuline colorate pe el..m.am uitat dupa el pana ce nici o bulina nu se mai zarea..atunci cand o vezi...si te uiti dupa ea si simti ca o trecut pe langa tine..da fix pe langa tine tocmai ca sa te minunezi tu asa..inseamna ca e bine,ca tu esti bine..ca nu ai nimic de comentat..ca esti aproape fericita..zic io..cand zambesti din orice..si cand raspunzi frumos intrebarilor cel mai rau intentionate..esti mai aproape ..de ceva..acum nu.mi vine sa zic de ce..da esti mai aproape..tu increde.te in asta..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6493158003044431147?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/6493158003044431147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6650588810411398401</id><published>2008-11-16T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:40:41.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>noutaimforiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nu.mi spune ca n.ai nevoie de prieteni..sau ca eu mai am de invatat pana sa merit un nume de asta..Eu nu sunt prietenul tau atunci cand tu esti binedispus..si nu tac sau incerc sa.mi caut disperat cuvintele atunci cand pana mea stie din ce motive (aproape inexistente in majoritatea datilor cand incerc sa te scuz cumva) tu esti nervos si nu ai chef de nenorociti de astia carora le.o fost sortit sa le iesi in cale si sa te iubeasca..nu.s aproape de tine doar cand ai nevoie..sunt mereu..insa nu tot timpul  simti nevoia sa te uiti in spate dupa noi..si atunci..nu te invinuiesc...e oarecum normal sa uiti ca noi suntem acolo..indiferent daca tu simti treaba asta sau nu..eu nu ma simt vinovata de nimic..daca aveti nevoie de mine...veniti si pupati.ma.n cur..daca nu..ramaneti in shitworldu ala a vostru..muertos de ambre..:))..milogiti.va...asa..io amu n.am chef de voi..deci o sa ma uit la voi asa de sus..si o sa zic..asa ca o experimentata ce is ca ..nu..nu am timp de voi..b-)..cand o sa te uiti la mine asa cu o fata de aia..pe care io oricat incerc s.o imit nu pot..si o sa indrugi vreo replica de aia de.a ta tipica..si io o sa incep sa rad..nu pt ca as vrea...da nu ma pot abtine....(uai ce palme ti.ai trage  pt asta)..atunci sa stii ca is constienta ca ma iubesti..:*......[sa nu se simta nime,da?:*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6650588810411398401?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-8526930535685887143</id><published>2008-11-02T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:52:26.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea unui bec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.californiawinehikes.com/winehiker/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.californiawinehikes.com/winehiker/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/lightbulb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“Hei, there!” - am zis eu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“bz,bzbz, salut!” - a zis el. El, fiind it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	Era un bec. Ne-am vazut pt prima data intr-o camera joasa, in fortareata viselor, cerul si norii, luna si stelele. Ne-am prezentat politicos – se pare ca si la ei e la fel ca la noi – si am inceput sa vorbim. De fapt, el a inceput sa vorbeasca, incepand cu acelasi bazait care pana la urma avea sa devina enervant. Dupa cateva cuvinte, mi-am dat seama unde vroia sa ajunga. Si a inceput povestea vietii lui.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“M-am nascut, cu foarte mult timp in urma. Totusi nu chiar asa mult cat iti inchipui tu acum. Nu uita ca sunt electric, si chestia asta nu a aparut de prea mult timp. Ah, si daca tot ti-am bzbzis ca sunt electric, ceea ce tu stiai de altfel, ar trebui sa rectific ceva. Sunt facut, nu nascut, pt ca, vezi tu, desi am iesit dintr-o gaura, aceea era a unei tevi, si nu a unei mame. Uneori ma gandesc cum ar fi fost sa fiu nascut. Poate ca atunci cand m-as fi ars, ar fi plans cineva dupa mine. Asa, nu pot pretinde de la o teava sa planga, e aiurea. Cum ziceam – sau n-am zis? - eu sunt facut. Corpul meu extrem de fragil, e facut din sticla. Stii tu, cam aceiasi cu aia la care te uiti tu zilnic, si nu ma refer la aia de bere, ci la aia de la geam. Oricum, nisipul din care e facuta acea sticla, si anume corpul meu, stiu exact de unde provine, caci m-am interesat:&gt;. Mda, e dintr-o amarata de cariera de piatra din China. Parca. Nu stiu chiar exact pt ca persoana care mi-a spus nu vorbea prea bine limba mea, iar eu nici atat pe a ei. Dar era ceva care incepea cu C, asta e sigur, si se termina in A. Cam la fel de sigur.”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“hm, hm... totusi, sunt o gramada de tari care incep cu c si se termina cu a. Si gramada nu-i tocmai mica. Poate esti din Canada. Sau...Columbia. Sau... Crimeea.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“haha, nu stiam ca si Crimeea e tara. Dar nu-i asa ca nu conteaza de unde sunt? Eu mi-as fi dorit sa fiu de pretutindeni. Sticla din mine sa fie rezultatul prelucrarii a mii de firisoare de nisip, din mii de tari, din mii de plaje, din mii de continente. Dar stii ceva?nu ma plang. Desi ar parea. Desi tot timpul pare ca ma plang, prin orice afirmatie, prin orice vorba sau contradictie. Dar nu ma plang, eu sunt foarte fericit, sa stii. Si sa mai stii ca ma bucur de orice lucru, cat de mic, la fel de tare ca de ceva mai mare, metaforic vorbind. Hm, cred ca esti mult mai bzzdestept acum, stii mult mai multe lucruri. Ti-am spus o gramada de lucruri, nu? De fapt mai am sa iti spun unele.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“da, sigur, e foarte interesant. Te inteleg perfect, sau, oricum, incerc sa te inteleg, data fiind situatia ta, de lucru subtire:) si fragil. Mai spune-mi, te aud si ascult.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“merci, sa stii ca inseamna mult pt mine chestia asta. Sa am pe cineva care sa imi asculte povestea. Auzi..bzz? Tu o sa publici randurile astea? Nu as vrea sa devin prea celebru pana la urma. Mi-e firca sa nu fie luati drept “eu” toti cei ce mi se aseamana, ar fi o mare neplacere pentru mine. Asa ca vezi cui ii dai sa citeasca de aici, bine?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“cum vrei. Doar tu vorbesti, deci tu decizi ce se intampla cu vibratiile si bazaiturile tale ce-mi ating timpanele. Lucru usor. Continua, si incearca sa pastrezi o ordine a evenimentelor.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“dupa cum am precizat imprecis mai sus, mult mai sus, eu sunt nisip din cariera. O mizerie de nisip, care ar fi trebuit sa imi impuna niste caractere pe care imi e rusine sa le mentionez. La fel cum prin tine trece sange, ce functioneaza ca un carburant, of, imi scapa cuvantul......da! combustibil, si te defineste, dar tu mergi la scoala si incerci sa te indrepti spre drumul care-ti place, si spre care simti atractia, astfel schimband mentalitatea sangelui tau, si lasandu-l mai departe urmasilor tai, care o sa il schimbe si ei la randul lor, si tot asa. Ei bine, asa mi-am modificat eu nisipul, astfel incat acum sunt un cu totul alt bec. aa..iar am deviat si am uitat sa iti zic. De la cariera  am fost dus undeva, nu stiu exact, insa sunt sigru ca era foarte cald, mirosea urat, oribil, mai precis si aveam un sentiment ciudat. Intr-adevar, la cateva minute dupa ce am ajuns acolo, m-au trimis la un “hot date”, cu alte cateva particule, intr-un cuptor. A fost un “hot blind date”. :&gt; . dragut, dar a trecut putin si eram cu totii uniti si inghesuiti intr-o teava incomod de rotunda. Imediat dupa aceea, am simtit un vant puternic, si m-am simtit dintr-o data mult mai subtire, mai fragil, mai ... gol pe dinauntru. Se pare ca totusi le mai pasa de tine, pt ca dupa cateva minute am primit filamentul asta fain ca sa ma umple. Ne simtim bine impreuna. Cand nu doarme, are niste glume chiar amuzante, iar felul in care i se aprinde capul ma da pe spate. :)) apoi a venit timpul sa intru la un somn, destul de lung dupa parerea mea. Chiar prea lung. Mai ales ca a fost inconfortabil. Ar trebui sa mai lucreze la interiorul cutiilor de carton. Sau sa le inlocuiasca cu unele din catifea. Daaa, catifea. =p~.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Acum, pot sa spun ca am avut un noroc imens ca am dat peste tine, sau mai bine zis, ca ai dat peste mine, astfel am reusit sa mai vad putin lumina zilei, sa imi mai misc putin mainile. Imi amortisera de la atata stat. Picioarele la fel. si..gatu:|. Dar acum e mult mai bine. Multumesc!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“ahm..cu placere! Mai lasat cam fara cuvinte, nu stiu cum sa iti raspund altfel. Un ultim lucru vroiam sa te intreb: tu visezi? Si daca da, ce, la ce?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;	“hehe, intr-un fel, m-ai prins cu intrebarea asta. Nu pt ca nu as sti ce sa iti raspund, ci pentru ca nu as vrea sa iti raspund. Iar pentru ca tu in loc de UN ultim lucru, ai pus DOUA intrebari, bzbzbz, eu nu o sa iti dau UN raspuns, ci JUMATATE de raspuns. Lucrurile stau in felul urmator: as vrea ca, pe cat posibil, amicul meu filamentul, sa stea aprins. Trebuie sa fie frumos sa privesti lucrurile de acolo de sus, cu propria ta sursa de lumina, cu proprii tai ochi. Pt ca in niciun caz nu sunt bec de frigider, sau de veioza. Nu, sunt un bec normal, care se pune acolo sus si se uita la toata lumea de sub el. Asa vreau sa fiu si eu. Sa nu incetez sa ma mai uit in jos. Desi stiu ca asta ma poate costa viata. Si ma intreb, cand va veni vremea sa ma sparg, cine va veni sa imi stranga ramasitele? In testamentul meu o sa scriu ca vreau sa fiu reciclat. Astfel voi mai avea o sansa sa ma intorc in acea camera. Si sa vad. Totul. Pe lumina.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S. Ahm, e mai mult un experiment. De fapt nu e experiment, e doar un alt mod de a scrie, despre altceva. Nu cred ca o sa mai scriu asa ceva vreodata, asa ca fiti linistiti, daca acum nu ati avut rabdare sa cititi tot, nu o sa mai aveti alta ocazie. Dar poate ca nici nu aveti de ce sa il cititi tot. A iesit cam naspa. Abia astept sa ma intorc la vechile articole, despre cuvinte uzuale, cu cuvinte uzate. Take care !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-8526930535685887143?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/8526930535685887143/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=8526930535685887143' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8526930535685887143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8526930535685887143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/11/povestea-unui-bec.html' title='Povestea unui bec'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6727265068913691226</id><published>2008-10-29T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:28:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dada</title><content type='html'>Ti.am dat ineeeeeeel...mare cat inimaaaa meaaa...8-}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6727265068913691226?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/6727265068913691226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=6727265068913691226' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6727265068913691226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6727265068913691226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/10/dada.html' title='dada'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-7995091688450229806</id><published>2008-10-29T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:20:44.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ardei;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ti.e usor sa iubesti,ha?Iubeste.ma atunci..i can do without your love..o hope you too..:p.Ti se pare simplu sa.mi zambesti ironic..zambeste.mi..nu te pocnesc acum peste gura..data viitoare;)...Simte.te norocos..Ce.mi place ca stii intotdeauna sa.ti alegi papucii perfecti..doar ei is aia ce te duc pe strazile elea a tale..8-}..da..da spre casa..io nu te astept cu cartofi prajiti..m.am uitat la telenovele..da cine esti tu..nu nu..nu stinge televizoru..nu vezi ca se pupa aia..vaca..!"Misca de curata niste cartofi..taie.i ca.i prajesc io..".."de ce fac io toata treaba,tu amarata?"..pt ca poti..:p..Crezi ca e normal sa simti fluturii aia in burta..?:))esti un bou atunci:p..(muzica asta ma inebuneste..ma face sa scriu numa prostii..)Zice ca dragostea.i nebuna..dara ca.i nebuna..nu vezi ca se da cu capu de pereti..?nu vezi ca isi suge degetu mic...la varsta asta,ma?..ii clar ..are orece probleme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Dada..ti.e usor sa ma iubesti..ti.e usor sa te uiti la mine si sa zici..ca nu.mi dai drumu..ca uai cat ti.s de draga..si mie mi usor sa te cred..ma inec la naiba in balele astea multe..ada ma "mocu "de sterge..animal !:)) amu aiurez..8-}..si inca ti.e usor..vezi ..io ti.am zis ca saptamana asta ai mancat mai muulte bomboane cu lapte decat de obicei..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-7995091688450229806?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/7995091688450229806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=7995091688450229806' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7995091688450229806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7995091688450229806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/10/ardei.html' title='ardei;)'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2400917415084488989</id><published>2008-10-27T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:33:28.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nici macar nu plang acum..sau poate ca da insa tu nu ai de unde sa stii..pt ca nu esti aici..iar cand o sa fii  n.o sa  mai plang..si daca n.o sa plang n.o sa fie doar pt ca esti tu langa mine..sau cum sa.ti zic..daca ar fii sa plang acum..n.ar fii din cauza ta..sau pt tine..sau cum vrei tu.N.as mai plange pt ca tu mai ai de mancat muuulte  bomboane cu lapte pana sa meriti ceva de la mine..si mai ales niste lacrimi de.ale mele..o sa.ti dau o data ceva ..sau mai bine nu.Rad acum pt ca simulez...insa tu nici pana azi n.ai mancat suficiente bomboane cu lapte ca sa pricepi.Daca o sa rad vreodata cu tine..fii sigur ca nu rad la glumele tale..si nu pt ca n.ar fii bune..sau pt ca eu nu ma prind la ele..rad pt ca pot..rad pt ca tu nu poti manca suficiente bomboane cu lapte ca sa pricepi..rad pt ca imi place sa rad...imi place ..asa cum imi plac maslinele..si  pixurile cu varf subtire..rad pt ca imi vine ..asa cum te trece pe tine la buda..rad pt ca vreau ..asa cum vrei tu mai multa supa la masa de pranz ..rad pt ca rad ..asta vezi ..insa tot nu pricepi pt ca..mai is multe bomboane cu lapte pe care sa le mananci..Ma uit la casuta aia verde ..de pe malu marii..am putea implini vise acolo..Am putea crea altele noi..si le.am putea implini si pe alea..O sa cumparam cateva noi de pe la magazinele alea mici..stii..?o sa le implinim si pe alea..Am putea face imprumuturi de vise  la banca..le.am implini si pe alea..Am putea cersi alte vise undeva prin spania..si le.am implini si pe alea..Am niste rude..mai indepartate ce.i drept..insa sunt sigura ca mi.ar da si ele niste vise..ca in fond suntem rude ..si o sa ii iau asa cu zaharelu..stii tu "sange din sange "si asa..o sa implinim si visele alea..Rad..pt ca am de asteptat pt astea..o sa astept pana cand o sa termini de mancat nenorocitele alea de bomboane cu lapte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2400917415084488989?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2400917415084488989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2400917415084488989' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2400917415084488989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2400917415084488989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/10/lapte.html' title='Lapte'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-5625960404099883892</id><published>2008-10-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:35:29.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umbli pe o felie de paine..ti.e frica sa nu.ti murdaresti papucii cei noi.. copil de lemn..cum sa.ti murdaresti papucii cu firimituri de paine..?grow up..nici macar nu are unt..sau gem sau orece pe ea..cum sa te murdaresti... vii cu argumente tampite..da da.mi pace ma..pe paine..stai sa rad..:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-5625960404099883892?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/5625960404099883892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=5625960404099883892' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5625960404099883892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5625960404099883892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/10/puuutaaa.html' title='puta'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-546000871973863016</id><published>2008-10-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:57:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asa:&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Razi ca o tampita..ma enervezi!Macar daca nu ar fi rasu ala asa de natural..si tu asa de frumoasa.Ti.as trage niste palme acu sa.ti revii:-"Glumesc!de fapt nu glumesc..sunt constient ca vorbesc prostii.Ar putea cineva sa te atinga?vezi de treaba:-j&lt;br /&gt;       Nici nu te iubesc..esti asa urata si incuiata incat nimeni niciodata n.o sa te iubeasca&gt;:P.Si ca sa crezi tu treaba asta prima data tre sa cred eu..si nu pot..blestemeeee..de ce nu pot?&lt;br /&gt;    Esti asa de aiurea cand imi spui sa tac..imi vine sa te trantesc de toti peretii..si.ti mai pui degetele alea la gura aia a ta nenorocita..si imi spui "shhh..mai incet"...:((slutaaa:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-546000871973863016?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/546000871973863016/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=546000871973863016' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/546000871973863016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/546000871973863016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/10/asa.html' title='asa:&gt;'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-8548467815175839784</id><published>2008-09-20T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:47:12.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicaia</title><content type='html'>De ce naiba striga blestematii aia de pufuleti la mine?Numa cativa am mancat:-s ce tot au..?nu mai tac:-L..incep s.o iau personal.Cum sa strige la mine niste amarati de pufuleti?Nici macar nu.s cu surpriza..Unu.mi zice.."da ce amaratu ala de la imobil..sau profa ta de mate din generala is cu surpriza de ei eu dreptu si io nu?"uai bine ca mi.am luat numa o punga ca altfel imi luam campii cu ei pe masa.Astora le.o crescut nivelu de adrenalina..ori o ajuns la pubertate de se agita asa..oare la ce se gandesc?sigur ma barfesc..deja imi arde fata..hm,se cred al dracu de buni.."nu,nu".Eh lasati modestia la o parte..de ce sa nu.ti recunosti calitatile..amu cand le ai le ai..nu mai scapi de ele..probabil le meriti..si no tre sa le valorifici intr.un fel sau altu..ca pentru ceva le ai...Creca se simt foarte cul...numa pentru ca li se zice "pufuleti" si pt ca is facuti din malai si si au sare pe ei.Extraordinar..de parca ar fii singurii..ma rog.Io nu.mi schimb parerea despre ei..ii consider in continuare niste narcisisti..am bagat in gura un pufulete narcisist..creca viseaza sa creasca mare si sa ma bata..sau macar sa.mi lucre ceva la digestie.Imi imaginez ca e imposibil la cat ii de mic..amu sper ca astialalti dinainte sa nu fie asa de turbati incat sa se alieze cu erou asta.Or sa.si faca o intreaga armata si o inceapa sa.mi cante orece imn a malaiului prin tuburi..Nu nu..tre sa.mi scot treaba asta din minte,astfel o sa ma tortureze gandu asta pana maine...cand o ies vie de la baie.O jumate de punga de pufuleti narcisisti cu un nivel mult prea ridicat de self-confidence ar putea oricand revolutiona intreg sistemu din care fac parte.Sau se pot adapta..(simtul adaptarii este o calitate foarte importanta pentru oricine sau orice in cazu asta).Amu respir adanc si pun punga aia de pufuleti dupa monitor..au nevoie urgent de un psiholog care sa.i faca sa.si inteleaga destinul..sa inteleaga o data pentru totdeauna ca e nevoie si de altceva inafara de incredere in fortele proprii pt a urca in ierarhie..sau poate nu e nevoie de mai mult..insa asta e valabil numa pentru oameni nu si pentru niste amarati de pufuleti narcisisti cu spirit revolutionar &gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-8548467815175839784?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/8548467815175839784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=8548467815175839784' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8548467815175839784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/8548467815175839784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/09/dicaia.html' title='Dicaia'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-55539771428501198</id><published>2008-08-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:45:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusiv pt. colega mea de blog ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La multi ani!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cred ca e prea banal sa iti urez toate cele bune, dar totusi, iti urez toate cele bune, si sper sa am “gura aurita” :P. Stiu ca abia maine e ziua ta, insa, in parte pt ca am vrut sa fiu printre primii si in parte pentru ca nu gasesc o modalitate mai buna, am ales sa iti scriu aici urarile mele. Desigur, o sa iti spun si live, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:State&gt;, dar mai e mult pana &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Vorbeam azi cu mama, de fapt mai mult vorbea ea, si imi zicea ca &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; e Sf. Ioan. Atunci mi-am dat seama de ce te cheama si Ioana. Oricum, ia asta ca pe o paranteza. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aaa, cam atat, chef mare maine, “la inaltimea” ocaziei :&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-55539771428501198?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/55539771428501198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=55539771428501198' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/55539771428501198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/55539771428501198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/exclusiv-pt-colega-mea-de-blog.html' title='exclusiv pt. colega mea de blog ...'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-420591942004933030</id><published>2008-08-25T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:17:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasta sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words, finding themselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-sky on the hills&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-think at pulse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-milk the sun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-on my way, straight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-smug your lips, say “I’m sorry”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-shut up your ears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-couch on fire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-stage of dreams, grave of hate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-more about my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-wait until I check out this cloud&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-brake the hairpin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-on your knees, pray for…love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-420591942004933030?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/420591942004933030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=420591942004933030' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/420591942004933030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/420591942004933030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/pasta-sauce.html' title='pasta sauce'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-5255128357225016995</id><published>2008-08-25T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:21:14.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Un om e un om. E destinat sa fie singur, e destinat sa fie unic. Gandurile unor personaje se pot asemana, pana intr-atat incat sa confunde, dar nu vor fi niciodata aceleasi. Caracterul nostru, sau ce o fi el, e ca un cod de bare. Doar ca e mai special. In timp ce codul de bare se refera la un anumit produs, dar pot fi milioane din acel produs, codul nostru se refera la un anumit om, dar desi sunt miliarde de oameni, codul nu e acelasi la fiecare. Ma gandesc ca totusi s-ar putea sa fie doi oameni identici pe Pamant, cu aceleasi ganduri, pasiuni, posesii, vise. Dar ma mai gandesc o data si imi dau seama ca nu e posibil! Citeam undeva ca omul, persoana, isi creeaza propriul univers dupa gandurile si vointa sa. Asta inseamna ca exista miliarde de universuri, care asculta de posesorii lor si le fac acestora viata placuta. Trebuie sa credem ca noi ne modelam universul. E singura cale spre fericire. Sincer. Si mai mult de atat trebuie sa trecem imediat la treaba, pentru ca universul sa fie in permanenta ocupat. Ocupat cu nevoile noastre, de orice fel, ocupat cu noi. Sa ne asculte, sa ne ajute si sa ne serveasca. Da, se zice ca universul e la discretia noastra, ca e ca un duh, acela din Alladin, si ne implineste orice dorinta. Trebuie doar sa crezi. Si sa astepti. Pentru ca nu e un automat de bomboane din Mall care sa iti dea bomboana imediat dupa ce ai cerut-o. (desi se aseamana intr-un anumit fel) Ei bine, eu i-am cerut ceva, mai demult, si inca nu a venit, dar sunt sigur ca o sa vina. Si de curand i-am mai cerut ceva si sunt la fel de sigur. Da-i drumul, cere-i si tu ceva, orice, doar ai grija, gandeste-te bine inainte, pentru ca odata ce i-ai cerut, nu mai poti anula comanda. Crezi ca esti pe okazii aici? Adica acolo. Revenind la partea “non-profitabila” a universului nostru… eu ma gandesc la universul meu ca la un balon colorat, balon cu heliu, care e intotdeauna plin si din care, atunci cand vreau, pot sa trag o gura de gaz si astfel sa fiu fericit. ( Cred ca e prima comparatie care imi iese :P. ) Mai mult decat atat, baloanele sunt colorate diferit, fiecare persoana are alta culoare. In teorie, pentru a se potrivi cu prima idee, aceea ca suntem toti diferiti. Dar o data in viata, in timp ce tu te uiti cu placere si atentie la un balon de o culoare faina, iti dai seama ca desi nu e balonul tau, are aceiasi culoare. Te intrebi cum e posibil asa ceva, cine a indraznit sa iti fure culoarea, sau mai bine, cine are aceleasi ganduri cu tine, cine e ca tine? Apoi te uiti in jos, pe firul balonului, mai jos, mai jos. Stai! Unde te uiti?!? (&gt;~&lt;) Prea jos! Mai sus un pic. Asa;). Si o vezi…e ea(ma refer la persoana, articol unisex), jumatatea ta. Asa-i ca esti fericit, muritorule? Universul v-a gasit, folosind un simplu program de cautare a culorilor asemanatoare sau s-a jucat “blocks”. In sfarsit, sunteti amandoi, formati un intreg, ca Androginul, si nimeni n-o sa va desparta pentru ca acum universurile voastre s-au unit iar voi nu mai aveti dorinte personale, aveti dorinte pentru voi, iar dorintele voastre fiind aceleasi, universul nu o sa primeasca niciodata porunca sa va desparta. Sau da, dar aici intervin forte superioare oricaror altora, carora nici universul nu se poate opune. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;PS.: Se intampla cateodata sa te uiti pe cerul baloanelor si sa vezi acolo un balon care ti se pare ca are aceiasi culoare cu al tau, poate pentru ca e dimineata si esti adormit sau ai uitat sa iti pui ochelarii la ochi sau iti intra soarele in ochi sau mai stiu eu ce, si te uiti la el, te miri cum de universul l-a gasit pe el ca sa il puna langa tine, dar totusi te increzi orbeste in univers si mergi la el. Nu voi continua, nu are rost si nu stiu ce as mai putea spune, e mult prea relativ. Sau sunt eu fara cuvinte. Oricum, era o greseala a universului, nu te grabi sa il invinovatesti, si el e un cineva ca oricare altul iar atata timp cat nu e Acel Cineva, poate sa greseasca. Saracul…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;PPS si disclaimer: toti “el” din articolul prezent se refera la om, individ, de orice gen, nu doar genul masculin. :-”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Just because I’m losing, doesn’t mean I’m lost”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-5255128357225016995?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/5255128357225016995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=5255128357225016995' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5255128357225016995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5255128357225016995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-6674614136654527510</id><published>2008-08-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:54:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your heavy heart, is made of stoo-o-one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intr-un timp, falsul autor s-a plictisit sa astepte sa poarte un dialog cu falsii sai cititori care ii citesc falsele sale idei. Defapt, nu se stie exact daca autorul s-a plictisit sau pur si simplu a incercat odata sa dialogheze cu cititorii lui iar acestia neraspunzandu-i i-au sapat o rana adanca in suflet, creand un “heart-shaped abiss”. Un fapt cat se poate de real de altfel. Cert este ca autorul a hotarat ca era timpul sa scrie ceva ce nimeni n-a mai scris pana atunci, sau, cel putin, in mizeria lui credea ca va fi ceva despre care va fi primul ce va scrie. Si a scris. N-o sa va ascund faptul ca citata scriere e in posesia mea. E intr-o minima siguranta, pe un disc dur si rotitor din interiorul carcasei asteia de plastic in care bat fara mila, in intimitatea linistii din spatele muzicii. Dar nu m-am limitat la atat, si iata-ma memorand un text nu prea lung, dar plin de cuvinte cu greutate, care odata pronuntate te fac sa te asezi daca stai in picioare sau sa lesini daca stai jos. Nu exagerez. Sunt realist, asa cum imi place sa cred despre mine. Totusi mintea mea, inima mea, eu, nu reusesc sa fac o delimitare prea clara intre a fi realist si a fi umanist. Consider, in sinea mea, ca toti suntem umanisti, din moment ce suntem cu totii narcisisti. Prin urmare ramane de vazut daca sunt visator. Oh, da! Pot afirma cu certitudine si cu constiinta impacata si limpede in acelasi timp, ca sunt un visator fara margini, fara limite. Intr-o dezbatere despre vis, as fi prea cuprins de vise ca sa dau ascultare celui ce are onoarea de a predica. E simplu. Visez. Pentru partea realista nu pot sa pledez decat din postura unuia care prefera sa spuna lucrurilor pe nume, desi ii vine greu uneori, si prefera sa auda adevarul, realitatea, decat niste povesti inventate, inflorite si invaluite in negura, asemeni vechilor povesti feudale japoneze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am deviat de la subiect, e adevarat, sper insa ca nu complet nefolositor, punandu-va fata in fata cu o parte a mea, sincer. Oricum scrierea asta n-are un subiect bine definit. Va spuneam la inceput de acel autor suparat, care mi-a dezvaluit, zice el, cea mai mare comoara a lui, un secret nu chiar secret, o dilema rezolvata, o iubire adusa la rangul de adorare. Apoi a plecat, in lumea lui, a viselor - caci noi doi ne asemanam mult, de altfel suntem prieteni destul de buni – si a promis ca atunci cand se va intoarce va publica acea scriere. O va publica, zice el, atunci cand nu o sa mai aiba nicio alta speranta, si o sa incerce sa fure ceea ce nu a putut dobandi, ca un las ce e, prin cuvintele lui intortocheate si pline de adevar. Totusi, eu sper sa nu se intoarca, pentru ca ar face mai mult rau decat bine, defapt ar face numai rau, distrugand si intristand. Poate ma ajutati voi, cititorii mei. Stiu ca nu sunteti multi – ma bazez doar pe unul – dar impreuna o sa reusim sa il tinem inchis pe prietenul meu in lumea viselor, unde stiu ca se simte bine, si sa nu il lasam sa se intoarca printre noi, pentru ca nu am fi in stare sa ii satisfacem dorintele, si ar sfarsi tragic…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS. Citeam recent despre un mare om din timpul Revolutiei Franceze, un anume Vergniaud, care scria niste discursuri fantastice. El zicea ca dupa ce scria un discurs, il citea de la cap la coada si daca la sfarsit i se parea oribil, atunci cu siguranta ar fi fost un succes. Eu am citit scrierea mea de la cap la coada, si nu pot spune ca e oribila, nu pot spune ca nu imi place, chiar o admir. Prin urmare, voi ar trebui cel putin sa o ignorati. In cazul in care va place, totusi, lasati un comentariu, va rog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer: Nu garantez ca pe ilustrul om care a rostit acele cuvinte il cheama Vergniaud, asa cum nu garantez ca spusele s-au intamplat in timpul Revolutiei Franceze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-6674614136654527510?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/6674614136654527510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=6674614136654527510' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6674614136654527510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/6674614136654527510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2974351150418623</id><published>2008-08-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:15:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... viseaza !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gri. Da, visez in gri cand e cerul gri, visez in verde cand e iarba verde, visez in rosu cand sunt ciresele rosii si visez in negru cand mi-e somnu prea profund. Avand in vedere faptul ca psihologia e o gluma iar medicina ce se ocupa cu somnul e prea ragusita pentru a-mi ajunge vreo idee de-a ei la ureche, tot ce imi ramane de spus despre somn este ca el imi salveaza viata. Nu ca ar fi in pericol, dar astept visul cu o asemenea placere, incat nu conteaza daca vine cand stau infofolit in plapuma mea calduroasa sau pe iarba rece din fata scenei zgomotoase, atata timp cat vine, si imi aduce cu el lucrurile cele mai dragi, mai frumoase si mai placute din lumea asta. Am reusit fara o foarte mare maiestrie sa combin pana la confuzie visul cu somnul. Neintentionat. Totusi, sunt asa de diferite, dar asa de apropiate. Nu chiar asa de apropiate…destul cat sa iti faci o idee despre ce vorbesc. Somnul e ca un background, ca niste dizeuze (am gasit cum le zice la alea de fac backing-vocal) pentru vis. Bine, ziceti voi, poti visa si fara sa dormi. Dar e diferit. Complet. Profanilor. Stati cu ochii in soare si visati! &gt;:P Yes ! (:| cum ziceam… somnul iti tine de urat cand faci o pauza din vis. Ca nu poti visa incontinuu. Ai innebunit? Cum sa faci asta? Iar visul…visul…, te trimite dincolo, in camera mai luminata, mai curata si mai perfecta a casei tale. Acolo unde iti pui pe pereti pozele cu prietenii cei mai buni, unde ai un scaun ca de bunica, (stii , care se balanseaza) si un teanc de carti de aventuri si fictiune usoara. Si un player cu niste muzica faina, Coldplay sau &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Regina&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (sau duet), si niste boxe hi-fi. Si atat. Pereti albii. O palarie de magician neagra pusa langa cosul pisicii. Chiar ca atat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si te trezesti. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somn ushor &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;B-)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2974351150418623?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2974351150418623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2974351150418623' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2974351150418623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2974351150418623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/viseaza.html' title='... viseaza !'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-1673379410912576024</id><published>2008-08-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:29:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     De ce vezi cerul rosu cand e mai galben ca niciodata?Poate ca.ti place mai putin galbenul:-?De ce iti vezi degetele mai lungi decat ieri?Poate ca nu esti atat de normal pe cat credeai pana azi:&gt;De ce perna pe care dormi de atata timp azi ti se pare mai moale decat de obicei..poate ca ai inceput sa.i crezi pe cei care obisnuiesc sa.ti repete"esti asa de greu de cap":)).De ce ai impresia ca regimu pe care il urmeaza a ta isi arata rezultatele?poate pt ca v.ati marit usa de la bucatarie;)De ce de azi nu.ti mai plac maslinele?poate ca ti.ai dat seama ca sentimentele nu sunt reciproce;))De ce crezi ca ti.ar sta mai bine cu paru lung?poate ai innebunit:d.De ce ti se pare ca in seara asta vezi mult mai multe stele decat aseara?Poate ca azi ai mintea mai deschisa:-j..De ce ai inceput sa te gandesti la moarte?Poate ca ai epuizat toate celelalte lucruri la care sa te gandesti:-??De ce de saptamana trecuta iti place si tie pepenele galben?poate ca te.ai gandit ca ar trebui sa fii mai sociabil:)De ce de ceva vreme iti place sa te contrazici cu ai tai..?poate iti imaginezi ca ar trebui sa fii mai original.De ce ai impresia ca in ultimu timp iti pui mai multe intrebari decat de obicei..?poate ca nu e doar o impresie...poate ca e timpu sa.ti dai seama ca acum e varsta intrebarilor..si daca o sa reusesti sa.ti dai seama de asta,sunt sigura ca o sa incerci sa le gasesti raspunsuri;poate nu intotdeauna corecte...poate majoritatea vor fi gresite..si ce?sunt raspunsurile tale pt intrebarile tale.Trebuie sa realizezi unde ai ajuns..si o data cu asta o sa vrei mai mult..Nu.ti imagina ca esti egoist..sunt doar niste pitici colorati(da.le pace..se joaca si ei)..persevereaza!:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-1673379410912576024?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/1673379410912576024/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=1673379410912576024' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1673379410912576024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/1673379410912576024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheie.html' title='cheie'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-3854892713421344190</id><published>2008-08-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:20:31.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O pala. Doua pale. Trei pale. Un ventilator :D.Utilitatea lui in zilele toride de vara e incontestabila,dar e el chiar asa de util? Probabil ca nu. Stiti de ce? Nu o sa va incalc gandurile si o sa va spun in randurile care urmeaza… In primul rand, e fictiune. Nu te raceste cu adevarat, doar iti da impresia. E ca Mos Craciun. Il astepti sa ajunga la tine ,te incanta pe moment si totusi nu te-a incantat deloc. E cam trasa de par comparatia asta, dar am tinut neaparat sa compar ventilatorul cu Santa (Santa Caciucea, remember?) :)) :-&lt;&gt; :)) . De fapt, care e utilitatea unui articol despre ventilatoare? Reprezinta ele ceva in viata noastra? Nu, evident. Prostii adolescentine. Sau febra. Totusi, sunt momente, rare, dar existente, cand viata ta poate depinde de un ventilator, sau, si mai grav, viata altora. Gandeste-te la urmatoarea situatie: esti singur, intr-o camera izolata, cu o masa, un scaun(eventual) si un ventilator de masa. Eu m-as apuca sa vorbesc cu el. Tu ce ai face? Sau, gandeste-te la oamenii aia damnati sa stea intr-un pat pt restul vietii lor. Si sa fie conectati la un aparat, ceva. - Si sa aiba si o vaza cu flori de plastic pe noptiera. -&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Viata lor depinde de aparatu ala, dar aparatu ala de cine depinde? De ventilatorul care il tine rece si functional.;) Deci, indirect, viata omului cu alergie la polen depinde de un ventilator. Si, ziceam ca ventilatorul raceste. Ei bine, da, raceste, nu ingheata. Asa ca fiti pe pace, voi, oameni cu inima infierbantata artificial sau involuntar, ventilatorul o sa va raceasca si o sa va aduca inapoi printre cei cu inima normala. ;) Doamne! ce imi place versu asta: “And if you take that love you make, and stick it in some … someone else’s heart --&gt;pumping someone else’s blood” .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-3854892713421344190?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/3854892713421344190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=3854892713421344190' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/3854892713421344190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/3854892713421344190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/vant.html' title='vant'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-772238447159220270</id><published>2008-08-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:30:31.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chair asa, de ce nu mi-ar placea verdele? Emana prospetime, viata, oxigen. Ma gandesc la o planta, oarecare, sa zicem … iedera, desi nu e cea mai sugestiva. E verde. Si atat. Gandeste-te si tu la o planta. Sigur, e perfecta. Doar e verde&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :)Oare de ce a fost aleasa tocmai culoarea asta pt. plante, pt. viata? Tocmai verde? … /&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sunt Dumnezeu /&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, am in fata un Pamant gol, gol-golut. De ce primu lucru care l-as pune acolo ar fi verde? De ce nu rosu, ca sangele, sau negru, ca ceru-gurii la cainii rai? Si de ce sangele e rosu? Mda..asa cred si eu, am cam exagerat cu intrebarile. Sa incep sa imi spun parerea. Sau nu? Glumesc. Fireste. Pai, sa incep clasic, eu cred ca Dumnezeu a pus verdele acolo, pe plante, din prea multa inspiratie. Sau L-a lovit ceva la cap si a vazut stelele verzi si S-a gandit ca ar fi frumos ca omul, atunci cand sta, intr-o noapte de vara, intins pe iarba din spatele casei sau din fata blocului, si se uita la stele, le vede verzi, apoi se uita in jur, nu vede pe nimeni, dar vede verde, si nu o sa creada ca e singur, o sa creada ca e ca atunci cand te uiti la bec si dupa aia te uiti in alta parte da’ tot becu il vezi. Asa S-a gandit Dumnezeu. Cred. Despre restul lucrurilor verzi n-are rost sa vorbesc pentru ca toate au avut aceiasi soarta, doar ca putin diferita. Adica nu au fost de la inceput verzi, au vrut doar sa fie mai mult verde, si s-au colorat verzi. Cu o carioca mare, verde, pe care scrie urat cu negru “Herlitz – made in china”. Foarte urat scrie. &gt;:P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-772238447159220270?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/772238447159220270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=772238447159220270' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/772238447159220270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/772238447159220270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/mint.html' title='mint'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2789526703165678188</id><published>2008-08-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:39:19.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vezi.ti de treaba..nu incerca sa.mi explici tu de ce te simti special.Oricat timp ti.ai ocupat numa pt a construi al nu stiu catelea discurs extraordinar in care sa.ti scoti in evidenta calitatile si sa incerci ineficient sa.ti ascunzi defectele si prin care,"fara dubii o sa ma dai pe spate",l.ai pierdut.(cred ca.i prea lunga fraza:-j)O sa ma ascund dupa un streit feis sinucigas&gt;:)Desi realizez ca de data asta ai fost mai aproape ca niciodata mi.e clar ca mai ai mult de muncit.Nu stiu de ce ai impresia ca esti perfect:-?as putea alcatui o lista aproape interminabila cu defecte de.a tale(cred).Uite,nu esti perfect pt ca eu cred ca nu esti perfect:p.Vezi?:&gt;Nu esti perfect tocmai pt ca te crezi  perfect.Ti.am mai zis:"Lasa.i pe ceilalti sa te evalueze"&lt;br /&gt;    Nu te urasti cand te uiti in oglinda si.ti zici:"nu ca.s perfect:&gt;"?Io m.as uri.Nu.ti urasti prietenii care trec pe la tine doar ca sa.ti zica ca esti perfect?Cred ca ti.ai dat seama de mult ce fel de relatie ai cu toti pretenii astia..nu te urasti pt asta..?Banuiesc ca iti ocupi tot timpu urandu.ma pe mine pt ca nu cred ca esti perfect si pt ca am dreptu sa ti.o spun.Daca ai fi perfect nu te.ai mai chinui sa ma faci pe mine sa.mi schimb parerea despre tine.Smulge.te un pic din anturaju ala care are grija sa nu te gandesti o secunda ca poate nu esti  perfect si vino un pic cu mine sa facem o gaura in cerul ala al tau de superficialitate,sa vezi ce conteaza,sa vezi cine da notele si sa vezi pe ce se primesc note aici.O sa incerci sa.ti faci o parere despre ce vezi cand o sa.ti dai seama ca esti tentat sa strigi dupa muma.ta,sa te duca inapoi.Striga!N.o sa te opresc.O sa incepi sa plangi cand o sa vezi ca muma.ta nu incape pe gaura aia pe care am sapat.o.Nu.i incape fundu:-l..O sa te intrebi ce cauti tu intr.o gramada asa mare de imperfecti(astia.s oamenii aia ca mine de care ti.am mai zis io cand iti povesteam despre planeta de pe cara am aterizat din greseala la tine)..aici iti dau dreptate...de ce nu.ti gasesti un loc aici daca esti asa de perfect?:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2789526703165678188?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2789526703165678188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2789526703165678188' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2789526703165678188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/2789526703165678188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/08/dot.html' title='dot'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-5351615560795579128</id><published>2008-07-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:14:06.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Nu cauta motive sa ma intelegi!nu reusesti desi nu.s atat de complicata precum crezi..probabil asta.i si motivu pt care nu ma poti crede..Cauti prea sus..ma chinui de catva timp sa.ti fac cu mana de acolo de jos.."Amarat,uite.te un pic in jos!"Nu ma cauta pe.acolo nici acum nici alta data..pt ca nu o sa calc pe acolo..veci.Aici e locu meu,mi clar..sau poate nu mi asa clar:-j.Nu inteleg ce asteptari ai..in fond ce ai putea sa astepti de la un om asa de normal ca mine.Nu stiu de ce ma mai gandesc la asta:|.Nu.mi spune ca pot,ca am resurse..nu te.ai gandit ca poate nu vreau sa le folosesc..ca poate imi place aici..ca nu caut un loc mai bun..ca poate nu este un loc mai bun..sau poate este da nu vreau sa ma obosesc sa.l caut.Nu ma impinge..iti dai seama ca o sa cad..deci n.am sanse sa urc nicaieri.Nu ma trage..nu ajungi nicaieri cu mine asa..cu siguranta o sa obosesti mai repede decat crezi.Ia.ti o masina..du.ma la o plimbare prin locuri necunoscute..si incearca sa ma convingi sa urc cu tine..macar asa in vizita.Tu o sa.ti pierzi timpu,io o sa am timp sa ma bucur de peisaje:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-5351615560795579128?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/5351615560795579128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=5351615560795579128' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5351615560795579128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/5351615560795579128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/07/atat.html' title='Atat...'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-941441934295727200</id><published>2008-07-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:42:34.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu zambi asa ironic!Oricum o sa.ti zic ca nu pricep ce vrei desi cu siguranta o fac.Esti mai previzibil decat mama cand imi spune "Stiu..esti o mare nerusinata!"Nu te agita asa!O sa.ti zic ca esti nebun...si desi nu esti o sa te fac sa crezi(ti.am zis ca esti previzibil:-j)Esti un caz pierdut...sau poate nu esti insa is luni bune de cand te.am convins ca esti:&gt;Nu te aseza pe pat si nu incerca sa faci pe ofticatu..stii foarte bine ca amu ma duc si pun piesa aia a lu Pink (ihi aia..care.ti place asa de mult8-|)O sa te enervezi si mai tare, o sa vii si o sa.mi stingi boxele"Esti turc?nu le stinge ca mi foarte usor sa apas butonu ala blestemat"Nu pune botu..ti clar de la inceput ca nu.ti merge cu mine..Dupa 5 minute de relaxare vii ca bou si imi spui sa.ti pun Ricky Martin..Nici macar nu incerca sa.mi repeti..Nu o pun si in plus o sa incep sa urlu ca o nebuna.Nici nu stiu cum ma suporti..io nu m.as suporta.Mi clar ca ma port foarte naspa si tie ti clar ca o asa o sa fiu mereu.Insa stii ca trebuie sa te simti special pt asta pt ca asa esti.Nu scoate limba!.."Te pocnesc!"..Iau cartea aia prafuita pe care am inceput.o luna trecuta si n.o s.o termin si iti trag una.."Gata te.ai linistit?"..Nu scoate un sunet..sa nu te aud!  :|.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Eh..si plantele au nevoie de dialoguri de astea..io asa am auzit ca au nevoie de comunicare..io fac exercitii de socializare pana atunci..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-941441934295727200?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/941441934295727200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=941441934295727200' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/941441934295727200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/941441934295727200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/07/ihi.html' title='Copac!'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-4500172891513108216</id><published>2008-07-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:40:24.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...doar una...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;veneam azi spre casa, si mergand asa, usor, visator, mi-a venit un chef teribil de imbratisat. as fi imbratisat orice, asa ca n-am ezitat si primu' copac al meu a fost.m-am simtit bine, parca i-am transmis o parte din gandurile mele si lui. nu cred in insufletirea plantelor, sau in povestile acelea specifice indienilor, cu mari iubiri intre om si copac. si de fapt nu despre asta e vorba. cand imbratisezi, nu o faci neaparat din iubire, o faci din afectiune, o faci ca sa simti ca nu esti singur. la mine functioneaza :). in ultima vreme, adica de mai bine de un an, am observat ca lumea se imbratiseaza din ce in ce mai mult. chiar asa de singuri ne simtim cu totii? sau e doar o "moda", o faci pentru ca o face toata lumea? azi, e posibil orice, chiar sa fie oricare din variante. insa si daca imbratisarea e datorata modei, are un strop de bine in ea. poate asa lumea o sa simta mai mult, o sa fim mai apropiati, mai oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sau nu. poate sentimentele o sa se toceasca, ca orice lucru pe care il atingi de prea multe ori, devenind prea firave pentru a mai exista. si atunci o sa mai fie o ultima imbratisare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-4500172891513108216?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/4500172891513108216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=4500172891513108216' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/4500172891513108216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/4500172891513108216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/07/hugsda-sau-nu.html' title='...doar una...'/><author><name>Skely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078208990333223332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMS3NIDOhQ/SKmVlhDwV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rc1i5qVjs80/S220/Picture+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-7559183233680103680</id><published>2008-07-23T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:40:33.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aaa..ti se pare o prostie sa plangi cand te uiti la un film?..(ma rog atunci cand e cazu')mie nu..zic si io acum ca nu pentru ca am bocit una buna azi dimineata(era o telenovela:p) si pe bune m.am simtit bine..adica am avut grija sa nu ma vada fratemio care era si el acolo(ca sa nu intervina iar cu replica lui cea mai buna:"ce faci amarata,plangi?"8-|)Da nici asa nu m.as simti aiurea.De ce sa te simti?Daca altii nu plang inseamna ca..nu stiu ce inseamna ..nu stiu ce inseamna nici daca plangi tu(pe langa faptu ca est un sensibil si asa).Faza ii ca tre sa fie si un actor bun sau nu neaparat bun ,unu care sa te faca sa plangi.Asta de azi nu cred ca.i asa bun..o fost si situatia..moarte si de astea..:|Ce ti si cu moartea asta,cand se plictiseste pamantu de tine te baga sub el..ce sa.ti povestesc..de parca ar avea vreun drept:|si daca ar avea ce?oricum nu are nici o justificatie ca face asa.Da o sa o pateasca si el o data...asa cum fiecare platim pentru greselile noastre o sa vina o data cineva mai puternic decat el si atunci probabil o sa.i para rau..si o sa planga.Si sa ma vezi pe mine undeva,sus sau jos,tavalindu.ma de ras.Sau nu...mai bine imi conving prietenii din Rai sau din iad(pt ca sigur o sa am prieteni..ma consider destul de sociabila si in plus acolo n.o sa am alta ocupatie decat sa.mi fac prieteni muuulti) sa organizam o petrecere cu biscuiti si bere si pentru orice eventulitate o sa luam si niste suc si poate si tigari.O sa ne rupem..o sa dansam si o sa facem  glume pe seama ta si o sa radem.8-&gt; abia astept!Si nici n.o sa ne pese de tine&gt;:P(in fond nici tie nu.ti prea pasa acuma de noi)Uai ce m.am enervat:|.Hai gata ca fratemio doarme si incep sa pocnesc tastele astea si stiu ca nu.i fain sunetu(oai cum ma enerveaza pe mine:-L) si chiar daca pe el nu.l intereseaza cand urlu in cate o seara sa termine io amu incerc sa tastez cat mai calm desi m.am enervat ingrozitor.Da stii ce?Fii atent ca o sa astept..nu conteaza cat si fii atent ca nici macar n.o sa.mi fie mila de tine&gt;:P si stii de ce?...pentru ca tu nu meriti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-7559183233680103680?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/7559183233680103680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=7559183233680103680' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7559183233680103680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272110687371446373/posts/default/7559183233680103680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/2008/07/p-si-stii-de-ce.html' title='ha?'/><author><name>Melania</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DulwwaEiSKk/SPs5Ee1jVqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l01nimdPsVc/S220/DSC04940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272110687371446373.post-2113028610296254260</id><published>2008-07-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:34:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Par</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Zau ca ma minunez cateodata cand imi dau seama ca imi petrec zeci de minute  meditand la niste  treburi asa prostesti(in realitate nu.i asta cuvantu potrivit).Ma intreb destul de des cand ma uit ma unghii sau cand ma scarpin in cap...cati oameni de pe Terra fac aceasi treaba apoi detaliez situatia si  numaru scade:&gt;.De exemplu acum ma intreb cati oameni se trezesc in situatia asta.Apropos de cap..n.ar fi tare sa ne purtam fiecare personalitatea pe el?(pe cap)Vreau sa zic n.ar fi fain ca paru sa.ti exprime temperamentu?(la propriu)Ce tare ar fi!:&gt;Daca vezi  pe strada o tipa cu paru cret:D sa zici "Uite la asta,n.o asculta deloc pe muma.sa!":&gt;sau una bruneta cu paru lung si liiins si tu zici:"Asta toata ziua sta si se uita la tv"Serios ca ar fi tare8-&gt;.Amu ma intreb cati amarati s.or fi gandit la treaba asta inaintea mea:-?(merge o musca pe monitor...oare cator de oameni le merge amu o musca pe monitor?tre sa fie muuulti).Ioi inca ceva:daca ti se intampla sa te trezesti asa cu gandu aiurea(ca mine) nu.i povesti lu frateto!(o sa.ti zica:"Taci tu prosta")Asta nu te afecteaza la inceput numa ai grija sa nu ti se intample de prea multe ori altfel o sa incepi sa crezi ca ai luat.o pe ulei.Nu cred ca.i asa:-s...imi place sa cred ca asta trebuie sa fie un motiv in plus sa te simti un copil special:&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272110687371446373-2113028610296254260?l=wet-match.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-match.blogspot.com/feeds/2113028610296254260/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272110687371446373&amp;postID=2113028610296254260' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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