<?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-6285141307828206130</id><updated>2012-02-05T10:08:47.528-08:00</updated><category term='romantism atingeri te iubesc ochi mari eu tu sarut imbratisare noapte'/><category term='secret'/><category term='frustrai cum poti scapa de'/><category term='destin'/><category term='la fee antique'/><category term='sfaturi'/><category term='interziceti cersetoria si abandonul frustrari'/><category term='schhh.don&apos;t'/><category term='de ce ti-am spus vreodata ca ma iubesti?'/><category term='Atacul de noapte de la Targoviste'/><category term='no gravitation photography'/><category term='keith 2008 movie trailer 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term='de ce nu explicatii interioare'/><category term='statui neclintire prostie gand'/><category term='alexandrina hristov silent strike dan basu the silver church'/><category term='men women gender ballance'/><category term='shity day ce ma enerveaza nervi frustrare complicatie cacat'/><category term='droguri legale madagascar spice shop'/><title type='text'>Rom, fum si vanilie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5632545940422440356</id><published>2011-04-26T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:48:46.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insuficient teama lipsa'/><title type='text'>Insuficient</title><content type='html'>Teama de insuficient sau ura pentru suficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teama pentru suficient:- nu esti suficient de destept, de brunet, de amuzant, de copil, de matur de aproape, de departe, de iubit, de urat, chiar de placut...mereu esti  insuficient de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si chiar daca ai fi suficient n-ar fi multumitor. inca din gimnaziu, suficient era mai aproape de insuficient decat de bine, si chiar si cu bine era o problema, nu era foarte bine. suficienta e compensarea in cel mai mic grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oricum tot elefantul de pe creierul omenesc e concretizat in nevoia de perfectiune. de ce e marul perfect? nu e sefra, are codita, codita e pentru mar, imperfectiunea, si totusi marul e perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa e si cu insuficienta si suficienta si totusi ne macina, ne creeaza complexe greu de remedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frica de insuficienta, nu e la fel ca orice frica. nu-ti da fiori, nu te face sa-ti invingi temerile, nu te face sa simti fiecare particula din corp. frica de insuficienta te distruge... ar putea deveni un fel de fobie "insuficientofobie"...probabil majoritatea am suferi de asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si totusi? ce faci ca sa nu mai simti insuficienta?&lt;div 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title='Insuficient'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3751469306988305299</id><published>2010-11-23T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:06:16.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni concluzie regret'/><title type='text'>Concluzie</title><content type='html'>O sa ma amarasc si n-o sa mai am incredere in oameni pentru ca un om m-a tradat. O sa-i urasc pe aceia care gasesc comori ascunse, fiindca eu n-am gasit-o pe a mea. Si intotdeauna o sa incerc sa pastrez putinul pe care il am(fiind poate mai mult decat cred acum) pentru ca sunt prea mica pentru a imbratisa lumea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3751469306988305299?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3751469306988305299/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/11/concluzie.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3751469306988305299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3751469306988305299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/11/concluzie.html' title='Concluzie'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3475288950787559966</id><published>2010-09-01T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:58:25.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrare aviarofobie gaini constipatie alergie'/><title type='text'>Tanta si Manda</title><content type='html'>Tanta si Manda sunt cele 2 noi achizitii din ordinul animal al curtii mele.&lt;br /&gt;Te trezesti intr-o frumoasa dimineata de 1 septebrie(de parca ar putea fi mai multe dimineti de 1 septembrie intr-un singur an) si observi ca ai doua tate in curte.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta si Manda sunt 2 dintre cele mai urate gaini din lume. &lt;br /&gt;Pe langa faptul ca sunt gaini, iar gainile, prin definitie, sunt urate si hidoase(aici se poate observa o nota de subiectivism provenita din aviarofobia mea=frica de pasari), sunt si maro, dar nu un maro frumos, ci poseda "maroul acela". &lt;br /&gt;"Maroul acela" este culoarea constipatiei. In detaliu, imaginati-va ca sunteti constipati de 3 zile si in sfarsiti va usurati de povara carata 72 de ore. Daca veti privi "povara"(scuze pentru scarbosenia descrisa) veti observa culoarea constipatiei.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca "maroul acela" si faptul ca sunt pasari nu erau de ajuns, au atasate de capul hidos si impielitat si o creasta rosie. &lt;br /&gt;Acest atasament duce hidosenia lor la cote maxime.&lt;br /&gt;Combinatia maro-rosu nu este atat de urata, ea este urata atunci cand este purtata de o gaina si hidoasa cand este purtata de 2 gaini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasand gluma la o parte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce 2 gaini?? Nimeni din familie nu mananca oua, singurul lucru pe care il pot face gainile hidoase.&lt;br /&gt;Mama din motive de sanatate, tata pentru ca nu mananca mama, iar eu nu mananc oua pentru ca ies din posteriorul hidos al unei gaini hidoase.(chiar si oualele au o tenta de maro).&lt;br /&gt;Gainile se mai si taie, stiu, pentru carnita, da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt vegetariana, deci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, alergica la absolut orice vietate si orice lucru de pe planeta, nu este, culmea ironiei, alergica la gaini(pasari).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caini, pisici, orice animal dragut de companie, nu suporta, dar gainile uhuuuu daaaa...oh...da....gaini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil au planuri marete. Se incepe usor: 2 gaini, 2 vaci, 2 porci, 2 oi, 2 cai...etc. Poate planuiesc sa cumpere si o capra. De ce nu? O sa plimb capra si eu pe bulevard ca am vazut ca este la moda.( Nota: vezi doamna cu capra de pe bulevard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cei care doresc sa le vada pe Tanta si Manda sunt liberi sa spuna, iar eu ii voi conduce la locul cu pricina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumiri constipatiei! Fara ea, nu as fi putut descrie aceste gaini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3475288950787559966?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3475288950787559966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/09/tanta-si-manda.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3475288950787559966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3475288950787559966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/09/tanta-si-manda.html' title='Tanta si Manda'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3730726329609975510</id><published>2010-07-23T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:33:28.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pauza</title><content type='html'>1. schimbare. da, sunt intr-o continua schimbare momentan .&lt;br /&gt;2. la definitivarea ei sau cel putin la definitivarea acestui stadiu, e impropriu sa spun ca o schimbare se termina undeva, atunci voi scrie.&lt;br /&gt;3. in sfarsit cerul se aliniaza cum vreau eu.&lt;br /&gt;4. pentru ca pot.&lt;br /&gt;5. asta datorita voua. multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3730726329609975510?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3730726329609975510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/07/pauza.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3730726329609975510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3730726329609975510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/07/pauza.html' title='pauza'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2428257055390418437</id><published>2010-06-17T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:41:48.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum sa stingi cerul in 5 pasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/TBntwzIA1OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CGe0cEMSmTA/s1600/Rain_of_stars_by_Mar_ka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/TBntwzIA1OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CGe0cEMSmTA/s320/Rain_of_stars_by_Mar_ka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483675443913610466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am facut niciodata un lucru doar pentru ca asa e "cool". nu mi-a placut tendinta, n-am adoptat-o si asta nu e un alt exemplu de revolta impotriva modei pentru a ajunge la "e cool sa nu fi cool".(nu vorbesc de tendinte vestimentare sau orice alta tendinta din acest camp lexical). nu am mers "acolo" pentru ca "acolo merge toata lumea". am mers unde am vrut pentru ca mi-a placut sa fiu acolo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand stai intre 23:00-02:30 si e cerul plin de stele si esti "foarte bine"(ghilimelele nu exprima ironia sau sarcasmul aici) e imposibil sa nu observi (observi si daca esti ok, dar atunci nu e la fel) modul in care poti stinge cerul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metoda de a stinge cerul in 5 pasi:&lt;br /&gt;1. iti fixezi ochii pe o stea, pe care vrei tu; steaua trebuie sa iti atraga atentia&lt;br /&gt;2. continui sa te holbezi la ea, clipind cand mai rar sau deloc pana la terminarea exercitiului&lt;br /&gt;3. vei observa ca : cu cat te uiti mai mult la ea, steaua ta incepe sa isi piarda stralucirea si incearca sa dispara&lt;br /&gt;4. dupa ce steaua ta inceteaza a mai fi atat de puternica, vei observa cum celelalte stele dispar, una cate una pana cand pe cer ramane steaua ta care se intoarce stralucind la fel de puternic&lt;br /&gt;5. pentru incetarea exercitiului cilpesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metoda este testata si functioneaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : primele randuri care nu au nicio legatura cu restul de continut al acestei postari nu au ce cauta acolo, dar acolo le-a placut lor sa se aseze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2428257055390418437?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2428257055390418437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/06/cum-sa-stingi-cerul-in-5-pasi.html#comment-form' title='5 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7347589359080712499</id><published>2010-06-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:52:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce iubim barbatii...</title><content type='html'>pentru ca au un farmec aparte atunci cand iti zambesc pervers, simpatic sau diabolic pe strada, gandindu-se mai apoi ca ar putea sa ajunga in pat cu tine. pentru ca toti barbatii sunt asa...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca macar o singura data am cautat trasaturile paternale in persoana langa care ne-am trezit.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca in copilarie, baieteii erau cei de treaba pentru ca ne lasau sa jucam fotbal si baschet cu ei...sau pentru ca erau baieteii cei antipatici care incercau sa ne sperie cu serpi si broaste raioase, dar niciodata nu reuseau.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca dupa ce ne loveau din gresala sau intentionat cu mingea de baschet, veneau cu toti amicii lor baieti sa ne consoleze.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca in adolescenta ei erau cei care veneau cu noi la suc...pentru ca tot in adolescenta erau timizi si nu aveau curajul sa ne zica ceva si si-au petrecut tot liceul urmarindu-ne de la distanta fara sa aibe curajul sa ne salute macar.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca uneori, sa recunoastem, sunt nevoiti sa ne suporte eroic(erotic) toate mofturile.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca e o placere sa-i vezi facand un anumit lucru pe care il faci tu de obicei doar pentru a-ti arata ca "si el poate".&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu ar fi la fel daca nu am avea pe cineva care sa ne ofere dureri de cap, ulcer sau boli cardiace.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca n-ar fi la fel daca nu ti-ar zambi tipul dragut care trece pe langa tine pe strada sau cel care iti dedica foarte subtil melodia pe care o canta in timpul unui concert.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca fara ei nu ai avea nevoie de cafea in exces.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca putem sa ii iubim pentru exact ceea ce sunt, pentru ca ne place cum tranteste usa la plecare sau cum se agita cand suntem bolnave.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca din noi au plecat si pentru ca tot in noi se intorc.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca n-o sa fie niciodata ca noi.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca foarte putin isi doresc sa fie o EA dar multe din noi ne dorim sa fi fost un El.&lt;br /&gt;si pentru ca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7347589359080712499?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7347589359080712499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-ce-iubim-barbatii.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7347589359080712499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnaQ_xD6E0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnaQ_xD6E0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7956093151157862113?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7956093151157862113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/05/ce-fac-veveritele-noaptea.html#comment-form' title='1 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simbioza poezie aleratii'/><title type='text'>Simbioza</title><content type='html'>Unii te vad numai pe tine,&lt;br /&gt;Altii ma vad numai pe mine,&lt;br /&gt;Ne suprapunem atat de perfect&lt;br /&gt;Incat nimeni nu ne poate zari deodata&lt;br /&gt;Si nimeni nu indrazneste sa locuiasca pe muchia&lt;br /&gt;De unde putem fi vazuti amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vezi numai luna, &lt;br /&gt;Eu vad numai soarele...&lt;br /&gt;Avem 4 brate sa ne aparam,&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu pot sa lovesc numai dusmanul din fata mea, &lt;br /&gt;Iar tu numai dusmanul din fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;Avem 4 picioare sa alergam, &lt;br /&gt;Dar tu poti fugi numai in partea ta&lt;br /&gt;Si eu numai in cealalta parte.&lt;br /&gt;Orice pas este o lupta pe viata si pe moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem egali?...&lt;br /&gt;Dar stam spate-n spate,&lt;br /&gt;Crescuti ca doua crengi&lt;br /&gt;Si daca unul din noi s-ar smulge, &lt;br /&gt;Jertfindu-se pentru o singura privire,&lt;br /&gt;Ar vedea numai spatele din care s-a smuls, &lt;br /&gt;Insangerat, infrigurat&lt;br /&gt;Al celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Postare pentru un prieten. Te simti ok acum ca e oficial ca "toate postarile mele sunt dedicate tie"?:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6170248618971276618?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6170248618971276618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/05/simbioza.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6170248618971276618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6170248618971276618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/05/simbioza.html' title='Simbioza'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3101759149693173784</id><published>2010-05-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:08:26.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare pescarusi dor peste plaja nisip scoici dor'/><title type='text'>Tribut pentru mare.</title><content type='html'>Iti aduci aminte plaja &lt;br /&gt;Acoperita cu cioburi amare&lt;br /&gt;Pe care nu puteam merge desculti?&lt;br /&gt;Felul in care&lt;br /&gt;Te uitai la mare&lt;br /&gt;Si spuneai ca m-asculti?&lt;br /&gt;Iti amintesti&lt;br /&gt;Pescarusii isterici&lt;br /&gt;Rotindu-se-n dangatul&lt;br /&gt;Clopotelor unor nevazute biserici&lt;br /&gt;Cu hramuri de pesti,&lt;br /&gt;Felul in care&lt;br /&gt;Te indepartai alergand&lt;br /&gt;Inspre mare&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi strigai ca ai nevoie&lt;br /&gt;De departare&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ma poti vedea?&lt;br /&gt;Ninsoarea se stingea&lt;br /&gt;Amestecata cu pasari&lt;br /&gt;In apa,&lt;br /&gt;Cu o aproape bucuroasa disperaere&lt;br /&gt;Priveam&lt;br /&gt;Urmele talpilor tale pe mare&lt;br /&gt;si marea&lt;br /&gt;Se-nchidea ca o pleoapa&lt;br /&gt;Peste ochiul in care asteptam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3101759149693173784?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3101759149693173784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/05/tribut-pentru-mare.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3101759149693173784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3101759149693173784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/05/tribut-pentru-mare.html' title='Tribut pentru mare.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1283998863950293542</id><published>2010-04-23T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:54:09.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce nu explicatii interioare'/><title type='text'>De ce nu...</title><content type='html'>&gt; Nu mananc peste pentru ca pestii fac pisu in mare.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu mananc porc pentru ca "ceafa de porc" suna ca o voma intarita.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu ma uit la fotbal pentru ca mi se pare inutil sa zbieri la o cutie cu antene si sa faci infarct pentru ca Xulescu a ratat poarta.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu mananc oua pentru ca ies din fundul unei pasari.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu-mi plac pasarile pentru ca sunt foarte urate si scarboase si pentru ca mi-e frica de ele.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu merg cu microbuzul sau autocarul decat daca sunt nevoita pentru ca nu-mi plac manelele si house-ul jegos care se asculta in ele.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu mananc ciuperci pentru ca acestea put atunci cand le gatesti in orice fel.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu beau apa minerala pentru ca ma baloneaza.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu mananc mere rosii pentru ca sunt alergica.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu beau cola normala pentru ca e foarte dulce.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu-mi clean camera des pentru ca oricum se face dezordine imediat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu merg la singura ora de sport pentru ca nu facem nimic si pentru ca 3 genoflexiuni nu ma ajuta cu nimic. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu mananc inghetata de fructe pentru ca are gust de chimicale si de suc la plic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va urma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1283998863950293542?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1283998863950293542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-ce-nu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1283998863950293542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1283998863950293542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-ce-nu.html' title='De ce nu...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5717980648700301809</id><published>2010-04-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:02:17.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandrina hristov silent strike dan basu the silver church'/><title type='text'>Alexandrina Hristov. Silent Strike. Dan Basu.</title><content type='html'>"Pe 29 aprilie 2010, incepand cu ora 21:30, Silver Church Club te invita la un concert Alexandrina Hristov, care iti va oferi un eveniment de exceptie, dedicat iubirii, numai bun de intampinat primavara ce s-a lasat mult dorita. Va fi o lume de poveste, in care muzica si pictura sunt prezente in viziunea originala a Alexandrinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitat special: Silent Strike. Visuals: Dan Basu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandrina Hristov s-a nascut la Chisinau. A absolvit Academia de Muzica, Teatru si Arte Plastice. Activitatea sa se leaga de muzica, pictura si poezie, pe care le combina foarte reusit. Piesa cu care a devenit cunoscuta publicului romanesc se numeste 'Fata Merge Pe Jos'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printre primele sale aparitii se numara o serie de concerte la Cafe Deko din Bucuresti, precum si participari la emisiuni precum "Teo" (Pro TV), "Garantat 100%" (TVR) ori "Duminica in familie" (Antena1). Artista a castigat de asemenea notorietate prin intermediul internetului, inregistrarile din concerte fiind raspandite prin programe peer-to-peer. A cantat la Festivalul de Jazz de la Garana, Festivalul "Om bolnav", la Pestera Bolei, la Festivalul International de Film Transilvania. A avut numeroase aparitii in Bucuresti si in tara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul trecut artista a lansat in The Silver Church Club primul sau album, "Om de lut", o combinatie originala de soul, funk, R &amp; B, electropop, rock, alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Strike este printre primele si unul dintre cele mai cunoscute nume ale muzicii electronice din Romania. Silent Strike a deschis concertele Faithless, Bonobo, Dj Food sau Amon Tobin si nu este o trupa, ci este Ioan Titu, dar si numele albumului lansat in 2005, la realizarea caruia a colaborat cu artisti precum Ada Milea, Vlaicu Golcea, CTC sau Electric Brother. In anul 2008 a aparut la LaStrMusic albumul "3AM", semnat Silent Strike/Lucian Ban/Alex Harding, iar anul acesta Ioan a lansat "Alb", ducand mai departe colaborarea cu artisti din zone muzicale diferite: DJ Vasile, Maria Radu, brazda lui novac, Deliric sau DJ Undoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Basu este un artist vizual din Iasi, Romania. A devenit cunoscut datorita vizualurilor ornamentale, care se remarca prin originalitatea compozitiei si a stilului. Acestea sunt bazate pe footage-uri video, prin care artistul incearca sa transmita publicului sentimente si stari diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Basu a dezvoltat o activitate artistica atât ca VJ si artist vizual, cat si ca DJ facandu-si debutul in cadrul evenimentelor "Get Undeground" (2003), urmat de Ciorbesti Gathering, dar si de o serie de festivaluri: Studentfest din Timisoara, Artensive Festival din Constanta etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFR6GHf9NnQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFR6GHf9NnQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_LOIc0Whs4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_LOIc0Whs4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine merge???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-5717980648700301809?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5717980648700301809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/alexandrina-hristov-silent-strike-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5717980648700301809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5717980648700301809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/alexandrina-hristov-silent-strike-dan.html' title='Alexandrina Hristov. Silent Strike. 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Am observant cum odata puteam scrie si frumos, in sensul ca descriam lucruri frumoase, idealuri, vise, chestii dragalase, vorbeam frumos despre oameni si cum dintr-odata am inceput sa aberez. Sa scriu prostii. Sa scriu despre frustrari, despre lucuri oribile, despre filosofia simpla si care nu duce nicaieri. Sunt constienta de faptul ca de multe ori nu stiu ce zic si totusi zic. Cum dintr-o data eu merg pe tavan si ma uit la oameni cu capul in jos, legata insa de maini ca nu cumva sa-i pot atinge. &lt;br /&gt;Gandesc..gandesc…gandesc….&lt;br /&gt;Cum de s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;Probabil am fost un mare criminal in serie scapat nepedepsit…&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu e asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si cel mai tare ma enerveaza (in afara de lucrurile pe care le-as schimba la mine) este risipa. De orice fel. Asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa fac o economie drastic a in orice domeniu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca e noroc sau nu faptul ca vad de fiecare data si partea plina si partea goala a pocalului(pahar nu mai e de mult pentru ca se varsa prea repede).&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa fiu coerenta. Sa incep o idée si sa o duc pana la capat, fara sa schimb subiectul in timpul pledoariei.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca n-am mai scris despre lucruri frumoase, only shit things happen to people.&lt;br /&gt;Si ce, o sa pot scrie despre lucruri frumoase cand o sa fie nevoie sa scriu despre ele sau cand o sa fiu capabila sa le observ.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen because they are supposed to happen, that’s why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-9014257251954879947?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/9014257251954879947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/trecutul-ca-trecut.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9014257251954879947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9014257251954879947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/trecutul-ca-trecut.html' title='Trecutul ca trecut.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4780720897229799120</id><published>2010-04-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:22:40.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trei fete lucian blaga'/><title type='text'>Trei feţe</title><content type='html'>Copilul rade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intelepciune si iubirea mea e jocul"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanarul canta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jocul si-ntelepciunea mea e iubirea"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batranul tace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea si jocul meu e-ntelepciunea"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucian Blaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4780720897229799120?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4780720897229799120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/trei-fete.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4780720897229799120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4780720897229799120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/trei-fete.html' title='Trei feţe'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6649691733279467823</id><published>2010-04-10T11:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:58:00.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curatenie generala amitiri peste ce dai cand'/><title type='text'>cand faci curatenie generala</title><content type='html'>Atunci cand faci curatenie in casa. Ma refer la curatenia generala, curatenia aia cu stersul geamurilor pe ambele parti, scuturat covoare, sters parchetul, aruncat ce nu mai trebuie, gasesti o gramada de lucruri care fac parte din “acu’ cativa ani” si care te obliga sa te duci in timpul lor.&lt;br /&gt;Regula de aur: De Paste si de Craciun faci curatenie generala in toata casa.(din fericire curatenia de Paste coincide cu cea de primavera)&lt;br /&gt;Ca si cel putin jumatate din lume,  am ajutat si eu la curatenie si am dat peste :&lt;br /&gt;- Figurinele de la Kinder. Stiti voi, pe “vremea noastra”, oul kinder era o ciocolata subtire in forma de ou care avea o chestier galbena ca o capsula inauntru si in care se afla o jucarie. Tin minte ca foloseam cele doua capete ale capsulei pe post de telefon, legam un capcat de sfoara sau sarma, nu mai stiu sigur, la cele doua capete, mai luai un om disponibil si va jucati “de-a telefonul” , unul intr-o camera si celalalt in alta sau la o distant suficienta firului sa se intinda la maxim.&lt;br /&gt;- Carticelele cu povestile walt Disney. Doamne cat iubeam cartuliile alea, erau comoara mea, nu mai avea niciun prieten de-al meu asa ceva, iar eu eram tare mandra de acest lucru.&lt;br /&gt;- Rochita mea preferata. Era ciudat cum de imi placeau rochiile, dar nu ma jucam cu papusi si intotdeauna cand ne jucam “de-a ceva” eu eram un erou si nu o eroina(exceptand-o pe Xena- toate am fost Xena si toate aveam cate o sabie).&lt;br /&gt;- Prima mea jucarie. Era un mos Craciun, cu niste nasturi inlocuind ochii pe care eu il botezasem “mos ene”.&lt;br /&gt;- Prima mea jucarie cu baterii. Era revolutia jucariilor de pana atunci. Era un urs cam de 30 de cm, crem cu un papion rosu la gat, urs care isi misca maxilarul in timp ce canta.&lt;br /&gt;- Caietele din clasa I, pline de bastonase si liniute.&lt;br /&gt;- Abecedarul&lt;br /&gt;- Testele din clasele 1-4 de la matematica si romana.(se pare ca ai mei chiar pastreaza tot)&lt;br /&gt;- Colectia mea de dopuri. (aveam o pasiune pentru asa ceva, ba chiar le dadusem nume fiecarui dop, si le numerotasem ca sa nu le incurc, iar pe o foaie scrisesem in dreptul fiecarui dop cate un nume, dupa ce am terminat cu derivatele cuvantului “dop” (dopisor, dopulet, dopica, dopita,…), am folosit numele prietenilor mei.&lt;br /&gt;- Prima mea pereche de role de acum 11 ani. Erau din acelea cu roti de plastic, verzi cu negru.&lt;br /&gt;- Colectia mea de dinti. ( Da, am toti dintii acolo. E ciudat, dar credeam ca o sa cada la nesfarsit si voiam sa vad care este numarul maxim de dinti care imi pot cadea.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ar trebui sa fac curatenie mai des.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6649691733279467823?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6649691733279467823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/04/cand-faci-curatenie-generala.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6649691733279467823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6649691733279467823'/><link 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&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="hfPlayer_21139"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca e atat de tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multumesc, maria&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7750087755460593380?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7750087755460593380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-ca-e-atat-de-tare.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7750087755460593380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7750087755460593380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;keith...merita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1633500151085820555?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1633500151085820555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/keith.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1633500151085820555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1633500151085820555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/keith.html' title='Keith'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-479877022020915973</id><published>2010-03-22T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:52:41.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avalansra ilogic ganduri delir furt'/><title type='text'>fac ce pot si cat pot.</title><content type='html'>Fiecare face ce poate si cat poate.  Cand nu mai poti, te opresti, respiri si cauti disperat cea mai apropiata priza pentru a te incarca.&lt;br /&gt;In viata alegi. Cand alegi cunoasterea, renunti voit la fericire. Singurul mod in care le poti impaca pe amandoua este echilibrul. Ar fi probabil o forma de echilibru ideal, dependent de orice gest si orice gand al tau. &lt;br /&gt;O cale spre fericire este negarea vointei. Poti fi fericit negandu-ti vointa. Prin negarea vointei, nu-ti mai faci planuri, nu-ti mai bati adanc in cortexul tau idealuri pentru ca ai déjà suficient de multe gauri, echivalentul idealurilor neimplinite din cauza limitei conditiei umane. Poate ajungi in momentul in care o sa eziti in a mai bate un cui de teama ca numarul gaurilor sa creasca si sa-ti fie furate gandurile ori ca cineva sa se strecoare pe nesimtite prin ele  in capul tau si tu nu vrei asta pentru ca, ultima data, persoana care s-a mutat In capul tau a lasat o gaura imensa fata de orice alta gaura facuta de indiferent de ce fel de cui.&lt;br /&gt;Initial, te consolezi cu gandul ca acele gauri nu sunt suficient de mari pentru ca o mana sa-ti poata fura vreun gand, dar apoi realizezi ca gandurile pot fi sorbite, pot fi inspirate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-479877022020915973?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/479877022020915973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/fac-ce-pot-si-cat-pot.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/479877022020915973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/479877022020915973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/fac-ce-pot-si-cat-pot.html' title='fac ce pot si cat pot.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8865692384498225224</id><published>2010-03-13T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:47:13.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am putut.</title><content type='html'>am gasit. am gasit locul in care gandirea umana isi pierde orice putere. acolo e al naibii de bine. fara "de ce"-uri si fara "cum se sau cum de "-uri si etc. liniste. atat. extrema cealalta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8865692384498225224?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8865692384498225224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-putut.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8865692384498225224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8865692384498225224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-putut.html' title='am putut.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8178266800304767083</id><published>2010-03-06T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:03:48.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omul dumnezeu nemurire timp vointa creatie creator creativitate'/><title type='text'>omul ca animal rational</title><content type='html'>Biserica spune ca :”omul a fost creat dupa Chipul si Asemanarea Lui Dumnezeu”. Dumnezeu este Creatorul. Fapt care sugereaza ca omul a fost inzestrat si cu o anumita capacitate creativa. In fiecare lucru pe care il face omul, exista exista o doza de creativitate, ceea ce face ca fiecare luru facut de om sa poata fi analizat si judecat din punct de vedere artistic. Prin arta, omul scapa de sub dominatia Vointei, (care sta la baza reprezentarii lumii avand o puternica forta lipsida de ratiune si de scop, care nu ofera nicio satisfactie, creind permanent noi necesitati care nu pot fi in intregime satisfacute, dovendindu-se a fi o sursa de suferinta) si devine un subiect pur si pasiv al cunoasterii… oricum ar fi, nu poti fi tu insuti decat atunci cand nu mai conincizi cu nimic, iar omul nu trebuie sa-si aminteasca in orice clipa ca este om. Insa oamenii au renuntat la nemurire, cerand doar sa moara pentru ca doreau sa-si egaleze Creatorul prin cunoastere, nu prin nemurire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8178266800304767083?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8178266800304767083/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/omul-ca-animal-rational.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8178266800304767083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8178266800304767083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/omul-ca-animal-rational.html' title='omul ca animal rational'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8035232898577552431</id><published>2010-03-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:39:38.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='univers clipa nefiinta timp'/><title type='text'>Pentru ca atat pot azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daca Universul intreg nu reprezinta decat clipa suspendata, nefiinta este cea care se afla dincolo de timp...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pentru ca atat pot azi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8035232898577552431?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8035232898577552431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-ca-atat-pot-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8035232898577552431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8035232898577552431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-ca-atat-pot-azi.html' title='Pentru ca atat pot azi'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-542479546405164870</id><published>2010-03-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:16:14.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri incoerenta dorinta libertatea materie efemer efemeride efemeritate om oamenii'/><title type='text'>oamenii sunt doar niste efemeride ale aceleiasi materii</title><content type='html'>Suntem lasati sa improvizam…unii se pricep mai bine…altii deloc…ochii tai sunt rai prea multe ganduri vreau liniste am ora am dat lucrare Muzica instrumental concert test terminat copiat scriu caietul de psihologie ora urmatoare pauza mare 20 de minute la noaptea cred ca ploua l-am visat pe Vladut murind Lala spune ca astfel i-a murit moartea cum sa moara moartea ea moarta déjà geniul mortii limiteaza e numai vina lui glezna ta imi lipseste liliacul alb am ghiocei dar vreau liliac alb liliacul mov nu place nu acelasi miros nu amintesc sigur vreau sa-mi scri…sscrie-mi o scrisoare te rog frumos daca nu gasesc liliac alb o sa iau mov si o sa-l vopsesc l-as lia petala cu petala scrie-mi mi-e teama sa nu se dezintegreze sub presiunea pensulei si greutatea vopselei doar daca exista praf magic pentru transformarea liliacului mov in alb el e fragil doar e o floare mi-al placea sa stau pe un camp de maci pentru frumusetea lor si nu pentru continutul haluciongen imi place incoerenta avalnsei pericol existentei constiintei sunt ipohondra ca sa ma cunosti mai bine de acu 3-4 ani visam lunga ziua asta cum mor de vreo boala incurabila faine vise atunci nu amuzante mare doua luni vise cu leucemie cancer tren ma trezeam unda fleasca prima strada la stanga  si gara cautam urmele acelor de la branula incheieturi vene sange zvacnind oamenii rai in ei nutreste rautatea gandurile dor doare mai tare cand realizezi ca poate tu nu esti singurul lor posesor si ca mai apartin si altcuiva –oamenii sunt doar niste efemeride ale aceleiasi materii-e normal- intrebi cine de la cine a furat si tu furi ganduri furi idei constient sau nu niciodata linistiti mereu frica de ceva imi place cand teama precedenta este analizata de scurta luciditate de dinaintea noi temeri…&lt;br /&gt;Vreau acolo unde gandirea isi pierde orice putere….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-542479546405164870?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/542479546405164870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/oamenii-sunt-doar-niste-efemeride-ale.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/542479546405164870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/542479546405164870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/03/oamenii-sunt-doar-niste-efemeride-ale.html' title='oamenii sunt doar niste efemeride ale aceleiasi materii'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7646391666730695161</id><published>2010-02-27T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:09:29.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='echilibru ganduri oameni fascinanti inocenta naiv naivitate'/><title type='text'>Crescand, ne pierdem nemurirea.</title><content type='html'>Crescand, imi pierd nemurirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii cresc si crescand isi pierd naivitatea, inocenta, nemurirea. Oamenii simteau candva ca Universul sta in degetul lor mic si cu un simplu gest din mana sau poate nu era nevoie nici macar de atat, Il puteau urni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile unui om naiv sunt pure. Un om naiv, nu prost. Exista doua tipuri de naivitate. Naivitatea inocenta si naivitatea imbinata cu prostia. Primul tip e &lt;br /&gt;fascinant, insa al doilea te face sa te dai cu capul de cel mai tare zid pana cand unul dintre ei se sparge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand un om naiv sau innocent isi pierde naivitatea, respectiv inocenta, el inceteaza a mai fi special pentru omul subiectiv. Intamplarea face sa apara un al doilea om subiectiv care vede inocenta acolo unde primul om subiectiv a incetat s-o mai vada, iar asta nu tinea de omul innocent, ci tine de omul care priveste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asemenea lor, fascinanti sunt si nebunii ce sufera de nebunia patologica, fascinanta le e gandirea, privirea, fascinante le sunt gesturile si modurile in care traiesc. Insa, atunci cand nebunia le este ameliorata, ei inceteaza in a mai fi fascinanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictia 1. Nu exista oamenii speciali. Nu exista oamenii fascinanti. “Unul e in toti si una e in toate”, dar suntem diferiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicitia 2. Diferentele ne fac speciali, fascinanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicita 3. Suntem toti egali si la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictia 4. Egalitatea exista numai in matematica. Dezechilibrul exista si fiecare il simte diferit. Daca eram la fel, atunci echilibrul era permament. Ori daca nu suntem la fel, de ce tanjim cu atata ardoare dupa echilibru?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7646391666730695161?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7646391666730695161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/crescand-ne-pierdem-nemurirea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7646391666730695161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7646391666730695161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/crescand-ne-pierdem-nemurirea.html' title='Crescand, ne pierdem nemurirea.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4285261431211779429</id><published>2010-02-23T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:58:53.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor fara voie de moliere'/><title type='text'>Dr.Fara voie-Moliere-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S4Qy2i6nIRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HgDBnPGFrLM/s1600-h/IMG_7623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S4Qy2i6nIRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HgDBnPGFrLM/s400/IMG_7623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441530162437366034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesa interpretata de actorii Scolii Populare de Arte "Octav Enigarescu", Targoviste, ajutati de profu', Stefan Lupu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4285261431211779429?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4285261431211779429/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/drfara-voie-moliere.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4285261431211779429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4285261431211779429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/drfara-voie-moliere.html' title='Dr.Fara voie-Moliere-1'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S4Qy2i6nIRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HgDBnPGFrLM/s72-c/IMG_7623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7532769423341497501</id><published>2010-02-13T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:04:28.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somnliocviu narcotic'/><title type='text'>Somnilocviu</title><content type='html'>Cu gratie si gravitate ai iscat&lt;br /&gt;Un val ce-ntrece fortele lunare&lt;br /&gt;Si-n narcoticii tai ochi am spionat &lt;br /&gt;Orbirea noptii, poate un rau mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;Pupila fixa, dece vrei sa tip&lt;br /&gt;Cand, insomniac,incerc sa-mi aflu partea&lt;br /&gt;Citindu-mi viitorul pe nisip&lt;br /&gt;La pranz? "Ce calma si cioplita-i lumea",&lt;br /&gt;Si cum te rogi ca din uitare adanca&lt;br /&gt;Schimbarea sa apara. Numai zorii&lt;br /&gt;Sa te salveze-ar fi in stare inca&lt;br /&gt;Printr-un potop de s-ar impotrivi terorii,&lt;br /&gt;Iar ziua de-ar inunda-o toata&lt;br /&gt;Cu o lumina gata sa inece&lt;br /&gt;Fantomele ce vor pleca deodata&lt;br /&gt;Avertizand solemn in noaptea rece:&lt;br /&gt;Vei mai dori o viata spre a scoate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce gratie aveai, ce gravitate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7532769423341497501?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7532769423341497501/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/somnilocviu.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7532769423341497501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7532769423341497501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/somnilocviu.html' title='Somnilocviu'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1736926000015405318</id><published>2010-02-10T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:28:32.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avalansra ilogic ganduri delir'/><title type='text'>delir</title><content type='html'>niciodata linistita niciodata linistita casa asta tin minte cu ani in urma intotdeauna valurile niciodata linistita stand sus cu ea stand cu tine tin minte ascultam tin minte tot plaja ziua de pe plaja lucrurile pe care le-ai spus fara limite asa ai spus fara limite faci orice ca sa fie a ta si cicatricile tin minte cicatricile pe picioarele tale doua cicatrice ca doua crosete pe urma am vazut saptamana trecuta am vazut pe plaja e alta plaja alta plaja aceeasi persoana alta persoana aceslasi corp pe gleznele tale cele doua cicatrice te cunosc stiu cine esti dar asculta ascula il cunosc si pe el Rusia acum unde traieste el ce face singur singur cuc trebuie sa te duci trebuie s-o gasesti stiu am stiut dintotdeauna de pe plaja impreuna fiti impreuna am simtit-o fericita atat de fericita in ziua aia tin minte tot niciodata atat de fericita dorit dintotdeauna intr-un fel cum sa zic sa va rasplatesc pe amandoi omul nisipurilor asa ti-am spus om al nisipurilor ai construit castel castel frumos luat dus de apa nu pierdut nimic pierdut deocamdata daca o gasesti du-te acum te asteapa acolo usor de gasit casa pustie casa rece sta singura acolo strazi linistite cotesti cotesti de la gara prima casa prima pe care o vezi nu astepta da fuga acum gaseste drumul nu astepta  tine minte tine minte drumul gasestete-o te rog du-te la ea chiar acum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1736926000015405318?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1736926000015405318/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/delir.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1736926000015405318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1736926000015405318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/delir.html' title='delir'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8123831674261215255</id><published>2010-02-08T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:58:53.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natura umana'/><title type='text'>Matanii</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toti avem cate un sirag de matanii la care, cu timpul, mai adaugam cate o margea. Ghinion au cei care au adunat si crucea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea e : Cati dintre noi au curajul sa-si poarte mataniile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8123831674261215255?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8123831674261215255/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/matanii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8123831674261215255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8123831674261215255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/matanii.html' title='Matanii'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6991195916301650232</id><published>2010-02-06T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:04:33.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men women gender ballance'/><title type='text'>gender ballance</title><content type='html'>Eva s-a speriat de imensitatea revelatiei si a inceput sa se indoiasca de ea insasi, caci ii era teama de posibilitatea realizarii idealului ei si de aceea a fugit de langa Adam si s-a ascuns. Ma mir de ce Adam nu s-a dus sa o aduca inapoi?...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         Starea sufleteasca a unui barbat indragostit provoaca o completa uitare de sine; in acelasi timp, starea sufleteasca a unei femei care se simte si se stie iubita si dorita, trezeste in ea o acuitate a constiintei mult mai intesa decat iainte. Barbatul in dorinta si extazul lui, nu se poate gandi decat la ea. La femei insa, tocmai aceasta dorinta a barbatului naste inevitabila intrebare: Va putea ea sa fie si sa realizeze tot ce vede si doreste barbatul acesta in ea? Va fi ea capabila sa-i umple viata de frumoul pe care il viseaza el, nu numai pentru clipa care s-a oprit alaturi de ei, ci pentru clipele care vor curge de acum inainte? Pe cat de fireasca si de constienta a fost atitudinea ei cu cateva clipe inainte, pe atat de puternica si de incapatanata va fi trezirea aia subita a constiintei cu toate intrebarile pe care le pune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6991195916301650232?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6991195916301650232/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/gender-ballance.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6991195916301650232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6991195916301650232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/gender-ballance.html' title='gender ballance'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4164513088150206638</id><published>2010-02-04T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:53:10.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la fee antique'/><title type='text'>La fee antique.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2qK0iZCwVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L-Hj7XGnKqA/s1600-h/IMG_7426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2qK0iZCwVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L-Hj7XGnKqA/s400/IMG_7426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434308535565599058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4164513088150206638?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4164513088150206638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-fee-antique.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4164513088150206638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4164513088150206638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-fee-antique.html' title='La fee antique.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2qK0iZCwVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L-Hj7XGnKqA/s72-c/IMG_7426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1617771102548521284</id><published>2010-01-31T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:01:07.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no gravitation photography'/><title type='text'>No Gravitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2XW4XTvKbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UKNBMzR2PBw/s1600-h/IMG_7385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2XW4XTvKbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UKNBMzR2PBw/s400/IMG_7385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432984789310187954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model : Tichie Izabela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1617771102548521284?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1617771102548521284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-gravitation.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1617771102548521284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1617771102548521284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-gravitation.html' title='No Gravitation'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/S2XW4XTvKbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UKNBMzR2PBw/s72-c/IMG_7385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8755828552347704978</id><published>2010-01-31T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:13:38.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adresa noua</title><content type='html'>de acum ma gasiti la adresa asta&lt;br /&gt;http://matei-diana.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8755828552347704978?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8755828552347704978/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/adresa-noua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8755828552347704978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8755828552347704978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/adresa-noua.html' title='adresa noua'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4731411153068677707</id><published>2010-01-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:24:14.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premiu pentru blog scriitor de exceptie'/><title type='text'>pentru mine...</title><content type='html'>Si spre uimirea mea, am primit insigna pentru "Scriitor de exceptie" de la Oana, careia ii multumesc foarte mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oaie.info/aniversare"&gt;&lt;img src="http://oaie.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/batch1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Premiu pentru tine: Maria - http://marcumaria.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;                     Oana - http://mutullica.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;                     Ada - http://cherry-smoke.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;                     Horia - http://oaie.info&lt;br /&gt;                     Ioana - http://hybrid4u.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va rog sa oferiti si voi premiul la alte 5 persoane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4731411153068677707?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4731411153068677707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pentru-mine.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4731411153068677707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4731411153068677707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pentru-mine.html' title='pentru mine...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6345536736381577797</id><published>2010-01-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:14:39.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as fi putut fi o ballerina'/><title type='text'>Puteam fi si eu asa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3jAD4Dr7BI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3jAD4Dr7BI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noua mea paranoia si frustrare e ca puteam fi si eu asa asta daca viata mea ar fi fost coordonata de alte alegeri si da stiu, apoi ar fi aparut vesnicul si enervantul "dar daca?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6345536736381577797?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6345536736381577797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/puteam-fi-si-eu-asa.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6345536736381577797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6345536736381577797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/puteam-fi-si-eu-asa.html' title='Puteam fi si eu asa...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1312672816850182867</id><published>2010-01-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:26:43.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interziceti cersetoria si abandonul frustrari'/><title type='text'>"tzi"neamu'"matii"</title><content type='html'>"tzi"neamu"matii"-varianta cenzurata de la cele 3 cuvinte obscene sau varianta cu 2 cuvinte "tzi"matii", o luati in considerare pe cea care va place mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce se numeste postul asa?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca d'aia. pentru ca sunt frustrata de neamuri, de rude si de orice biped care ocupa loc de pomana in arborele meu genealogic. Minim 10 persoane ar trebui sterse atat de bine incat sa nu se vada ca au fost vreodata trecuti acolo.Ei bine, e un neam destul de mare. Nu va imaginati ca mai am inca 25 de frati si surori si mancam pe rand din aceeasi farfurie cu aceeasi lingura cate o felie de paine si o lingua de ciorba. din fericire sunt singura la parinti. sunt ei smintiti, dar ce sa zic asa copil, asa parinti. cu toate astea, pot sa trec peste toate nedreptatile pe care ingratul meu constiint le considera ca ii sunt atribuite. revenind la ceea ce voiam sa spun. &lt;br /&gt;In postul anterior am postat legile tampite si fara rost din lumea asta si de-alungul istoriei, ei bine alea sunt niste prostii. oameni care n-aveau ce face si pe care atat ii ducea mititica, ei daca atat poate omu' poti tu sa-i ceri mai mult? de unde sa-ti ofere daca n-are de unde? il iei ca atare. daca il interzice pe micky mouse ca nu e bine desenat si sperie copii, el face un lucru bun, dar lasatul copiilor la coltul strazii si cersitul sunt perfect legale. iei amenda daca traversezi strada pe rosu, dar sa stai cu mana intinsa la colt in deplinatatea facultatiilor fizice e perfect normal si legal. desi nu cred ca ala care sta cu mana intinsa ar trebui pedepsit, ci ala care ii da. "eu nu incurajez cerseto...hai da si tu un ban copilului saracu', i-o fi foame"... ih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evenimente de tot cacatul graviteaza in saptamana asta prin jur...o fi ceva in aer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cum e posibil sa ai 30 de ani, sa nu fi casatorita, sa stai mereu sub fusta matii in varful coclaurilor, sa ramai cu burta la gura cu cine stie ce cocalar jegos pentru ca de, prezervativele sunt scumpe si n-are lumea bani, de ce sa faci sex protejat cand sexul neprotejat e 3 in 1 : placerea (relativa), copil si sifilis sau alt BTS la pachet. Si apoi gagiu iti da papucii pentru ca esti o ratata cu 8 clase, dar tu zici ca lucrezi la primarie? asa se zice acu? de Craciun cat ai primit? 40 de euro?&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa ce gagiu te-a parasit, esti nervoasa si dai pe gat o sticla de tuica din aia buna ca la mata acasa, si ca sa nu stie ai tai ca esti javra cu surprize, sugrumu amaratul ala de copil in tine si la 7 luni nu mai poate si iese afara si urlii ca disperata prin tot spitalul sa-ti moara copilul si apoi pleci si-l lasi acolo de parca ar avea vreo vina. in primul rand tu esti aia care ar trebui sa moara si jur ca daca da nu crapi in maxim un an te omor cu mana mea si daca din fericire se intampla sa patesti ceva, jur ca dau cea mai mare petrecere. &lt;br /&gt;daca m-ar lua autoritatiile in seama fi sigura ca m-as fi dus la politie si oricunde era necesar pentru asta. si as fi stiut sa ma fac inteleasa intr-un fel sau altul...&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa mori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sunt acolo cateva persoane care imi inteleg frustrarea suficient de bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1312672816850182867?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1312672816850182867/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/tzineamumatii.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1312672816850182867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1312672816850182867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/tzineamumatii.html' title='&quot;tzi&quot;neamu&apos;&quot;matii&quot;'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6861410146510347738</id><published>2010-01-11T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:32:50.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cele mai ciudate legi din lume'/><title type='text'>iti puteai imagina ca e ilegal asa ceva?</title><content type='html'>1. In Elvetia este ilegal sa trantesti portiera oricarei masini.&lt;br /&gt;2. In anul 1979, regimul politic din Irak a interzis filmele cu arte martiale.&lt;br /&gt;3. In Danemarca legea permite detinutilor sa evadeze din inchisori.&lt;br /&gt;4. In Myanmar este ilegal sa accesezi Internetul. Oricine o face ajunge sa stea ani buni dupa gratii.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pe timpul desfasurarii Primului Razboi Mondial, barbatii care erau dovediti homosexuali, erau executati pe loc, fara niciun proces.&lt;br /&gt;6. In Singapore este contrar legilor acestei tari sa mesteci banala guma de mestecat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Datorita faptului ca celebrul personaj de desene animate Donald Duck nu purta pantaloni lungi, filmele de desene animate care-l aveau drept erou principal au fost interzise de lege in Finlanda.&lt;br /&gt;8. In anul 1935, guvernul Romaniei din acele timpuri a introdus o lege prin care personajul de desene animate, Mickey Mouse a fost interzis pe motiv ca era atat de urat desenat incat speria copiii mici.&lt;br /&gt;9. In urma cu peste 2000 de ani, Cezar a interzis accesul carelor in Roma, pe motiv ca incurcau si aglomerau circulatia cetatenilor romani.&lt;br /&gt;10. In Marea Britanie, legea permite oricarei femei gravide sa urineze oriunde doreste, inclusiv in cascheta unui politist, fara sa poate fi trasa la raspundere.&lt;br /&gt;11. In Anglia oricine lipeste gresit o marca postala care o reprezinta pe regina, poate fi acuzat de tradare de tara.&lt;br /&gt;12. In statul american Florida, este interzis orice act sexual cu un porc spinos&lt;br /&gt;13. In Texas, porcii care fac sex in apropierea oricarui aeroport, incalca o lege inca in vigoare care-i incrimineaza direct pentru astfel de fapte.&lt;br /&gt;14. In orasul Alexandria din statul american Minneapolis, exista o hotarare legala care-i interzice oricarui barbat caruia-i miroase gura a peste, sa aiba vreun contact sexual cu o femeie.&lt;br /&gt;15. In statul Carolina de Nord, este interzis de lege sa injuri in prezenta... mortilor.&lt;br /&gt;16. Legile statului Ohio pedepsesc cu inchisoarea pe oricine incearca sa imbete un peste.&lt;br /&gt;17. In statul Florida, daca o femeie nemaritata sare cu parasuta in zilele de Sambata, acesta ajunge invariabil la inchisoare.&lt;br /&gt;18. cat se poate de tare pe barbatul vinovat.&lt;br /&gt;19. In statul american Vermont, pentru orice femeie care vrea sa poarte o proteza dentara, este nevoie de acordul scris si semnat al sotului acesteia.&lt;br /&gt;20. Honey, pot sa-mi pun proteza? Nu Predator Tot in orasul Alexandria din statul Minneapolis, daca rasuflarea unui barbat miroase a usturoi sau ceapa, acestuia-i este interzis de lege sa aiba orice fel de contact sexual cu sotia sa.&lt;br /&gt;21. In capitala statului El Salvador, orasul San Salvador, exista o lege care condamna la moarte prin impuscare in fata unui pluton de executie, orice sofer prins baut in interiorul capitalei. Anul trecut 32 de soferi ghinionisti au fost executati in acest mod.&lt;br /&gt;22. In orasul englez York exista inca in vigoare o lege datand din Evul Mediu, care-i permite oricarui cetatean al orasului sa ucida orice scotian intalnit in York. Evident, doar daca scotianul vizat poarta asupra sa un arc si o tolba cu sageti.&lt;br /&gt;23. Daca ajungi cumva in orasul Logan County, sa nu saruti niciodata o femeie care doarme, indiferent daca iti este sotie sau prietena. Legile acestui oras pedepsesc acest gest cu inchisoarea.&lt;br /&gt;24. In Paraguay duelul este permis de lege, atata timp cat cei doi participanti la duel fac dovada ca doneaza sange spitalelor.&lt;br /&gt;25. Hipnoza este o practica interzisa in scolile publice din orasul american San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;26. In timpul regimului politic taliban din Afganistan, clericii musulmani au adoptat o lege care le interzice femeilor sa poarte sosete de culoare alba, pe motiv ca astfel barbatii se excita sexual in preajma lor.&lt;br /&gt;27. In statul american Iowa, daca un barbat saruta o femeie mai mult de 5 minute neintrerupte, fapta se considera infractiune, iar barbatul patimas risca inchisoarea.&lt;br /&gt;28. Acum circa 300 de ani, orice cetatean japonez care incerca sa paraseasca Imperiul Soarelui Rasare, era condamnat pe loc la decapitare pentru tradare de tara.&lt;br /&gt;29. In orasul Eureka din starul american Nevada, legea interzice ca un barbat cu mustata sa sarute o femeie.&lt;br /&gt;30. In Bangladesh, chiulitul de la scoala este interzis de lege. Orice elev prins in afara orelor de curs, ajunge la inchisoare.&lt;br /&gt;31. Orasul St. Louis din Missouri are in vigoare o lege conform careia este interzis ca un barbat sa salveze o femeie aflata in pericol, daca aceasta este imbracata in pijamale.&lt;br /&gt;32. Pe teritoriul Frantei este ilegal sa dai numele de Napoleon unui porc.&lt;br /&gt;33. In orasul Baltimore din Maryland, este ilegal sa intri cu un leu intr-o sala de cinema.&lt;br /&gt;34. Este contrar legii pentru orice cetatean britanic sa moara in interiorul Palatului Parlamentului din Londra.&lt;br /&gt;35. Daca ajungeti in orasul Miami din Florida, retineti ca este interzis de lege sa imitati orice fel de sunete emise de animale.&lt;br /&gt;36. In Bahrein este interzis de lege ca un barbat ginecolog sa examineze direct organele genitale ale unei femei. Putinii barbati medici ginecologi din acesta tara musulmana, se folosesc in acest scop de o oglinda pozitionata astfel incat sa le ofere imaginile de care au nevoie atunci cand stabilesc un diagnostic pe cale vizuala.&lt;br /&gt;37. In statul american Oklahoma, orice persoana care se stramba in mod voit la un caine, ajunge la inchisoare sub invinuirea de agresiune asupra celui mai bun prieten al omului.&lt;br /&gt;38. In Liban, barbatilor le este permis sa intretina acte sexuale cu animalele de sex feminin. Daca in schimb, un barbat este surprins in timpul unui act sexual cu un animal de sex masculin, este pedepsit cu moartea fara niciun fel de proces.&lt;br /&gt;39. Singura tara din lume care nu a cenzurat niciun film porno este Belgia.&lt;br /&gt;40. In orasul italian Milano exista o lege locala care-i obliga pe cetateni sa zambeasca tot timpul, cu exceptia situatiilor cand merg la spital sau la inmormantari.&lt;br /&gt;41. In statul american Washington, daca un cetatean se lauda in public ca are parinti bogati si influenti, persoana in cauza ajunge la inchisoare.&lt;br /&gt;42. Exista o lege in orasul Oxford din statul Ohio, care interzice oricarei femei sa se dezbrace in fata unei fotografii care reprezinta un barbat.&lt;br /&gt;43. Legile orasului Willowdale din statul Oregon interzic oricarui barbat care face dragoste cu o femeie, sa injure sau sa blesteme pe durata intregului act sexual.&lt;br /&gt;44. In timpul oricarui act sexual petrecut in orasul Conorsville din Wisconsin, este interzis de lege ca un barbat sa traga cu o arma de foc in momentul in care partenera sa se apropie de orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;45. Orice femeie aflata pe teritoriul orasului Tremorton din statul Utah va ajunge la inchisoare daca face dragoste cu un barbat in interiorul unei ambulante.&lt;br /&gt;46. In Indonezia, legea pedepseste masturbarea efectuata fie de barbati sau femei, cu moartea prin decapitare.&lt;br /&gt;47. Pana in prezent, 24 de state americane dau castig de cauza divortului intentat de orice femeie care pretinde ca sotul sau este impotent.&lt;br /&gt;48. Daca ajungeti cumva in statul american Kentucky, sa nu transportati niciodata cornete de inghetata in propriile buzunare. Exista o lege in vigoare conform careia puteti ajunge la inchisoare pentru aceasta fapta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6861410146510347738?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6861410146510347738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/iti-puteai-imagina-ca-e-ilegal-asa-ceva.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6861410146510347738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6861410146510347738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/iti-puteai-imagina-ca-e-ilegal-asa-ceva.html' title='iti puteai imagina ca e ilegal asa ceva?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-664913104869363455</id><published>2010-01-06T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:01:33.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moartea lui narcis'/><title type='text'>Narcis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand a murit Narcis, au venit naiadele-zeitele izvoarelor si ale padurii- si au vazut lacul transformat dintr-unul cu apa dulce, intr-un unlcior cu lacrimi sarate.&lt;br /&gt;- De ce plangi? au intrebat naiadele.&lt;br /&gt;- Plang pentru Narcis. a spus lacul.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, nu-i de mirare ca plangi pentru Narcis, continuara ele. La urma urmelor, desi noi am alergat mereu dupa el prin padure, tu erai singurul care puteai sa-i contempli de aproape frumusetea.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar Narcis era frumos? intreba lacul.&lt;br /&gt;- Cine altul poate sti mai bine decat tine? raspunsera surprinse naiadele. La urma urmelor, doar pe marginile tale se apleca el in fiecare zi.&lt;br /&gt;  Lacul ramase tacut o vreme. Intr-un tarziu, zise:&lt;br /&gt;- Il plang pe Narcis, dar niciodata n-am stiu ca era frumos. Il plang pe Narcis pentru ca de fiecare data cand se apleca deasupra apelor mele, eu puteam sa vad reflectata, in ochii lui, propria-mi frumusete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-664913104869363455?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/664913104869363455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/narcis.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/664913104869363455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/664913104869363455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2010/01/narcis.html' title='Narcis...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2511611556271417547</id><published>2009-12-27T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:32:10.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt- Oscar şi Tanti Roz'/><title type='text'>Pierde o ora pentru a catiga o suta de ore.</title><content type='html'>Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt- Oscar şi Tanti Roz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Încerc să le explic părinţilor mei că viaţa e un dar buclucaş. La început ai tendinţa să-l supraestimezi crezând că viaţa pe care ai primit-o este veşnică. Apoi, dimpotrivă, îl subestimezi, găsind că-i o porcărie, scurtă de nu-nţelegi nimic din ea şi pe care uneori ţi-ar veni s-o arunci de să nu se vadă. Abia către sfârşit pricepi că nu-i vorba de nici un dar, ci de un simplu împrumut. Pe care trebuie să încerci să-l meriţi. La cei o sută de ani ai mei pot spune că ştiu despre ce vorbesc. Cu cât îmbătrâneşti mai mult, cu atâta se cade să ai bunul gust de a aprecia viaţa. Trebuie să devii rafinat, artist. La douăzeci de ani, orice cretin ştie să se bucure de viaţă, dar la o sută, când nici măcar să te mişti nu mai eşti în stare, trebuie să ştii să-ţi pui inteligenţa la lucru."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; am citit-o in mai putin de o ora si m-a facut sa zambesc si sa apreciez ceea ce am.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o recomand pentru ca poti pierde o ora din viata pentru a primi o suta in schimb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2511611556271417547?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2511611556271417547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/pierde-o-ora-pentru-catiga-o-suta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2511611556271417547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2511611556271417547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/pierde-o-ora-pentru-catiga-o-suta-de.html' title='Pierde o ora pentru a catiga o suta de ore.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5650598150653762804</id><published>2009-12-26T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:46:26.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrai cum poti scapa de'/><title type='text'>Cu zece dolari, americanii pot scapa de frustrari</title><content type='html'>Cu zece dolari, americanii pot scapa de frustrari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliberarea de stresul cotidian costa zece dolari in San Diego. Intr-un restaurant care prospera in plina criza financiara, clientii sint invitati sa sparga vesela de toti acesti banii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proprietara localului, denumit sugestiv Smash Shack, locul unde faci totul tandari, a creat toate conditiile pentru persoanele frustrate. Timp de 15 minute, clientii au la dispozitie farfurii si pahare, la discretie, pentru a le face praf. Toti cei care intra in local primesc costum de protectie, isi aleg muzica care sa-i inspire cel mai bine si pornesc la treaba. Un client care a cheltuit la Smash Shack 50 de dolari spune ca a fost cel mai inspirat mod de a cheltui bani vreodata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afacerea prospera de pe urma frustrarilor acumulate din cauza celei mai grave crize financiare care a afectat SUA in ultimii zeci de ani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-5650598150653762804?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5650598150653762804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-zece-dolari-americanii-pot-scapa-de.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5650598150653762804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5650598150653762804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-zece-dolari-americanii-pot-scapa-de.html' title='Cu zece dolari, americanii pot scapa de frustrari'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7040785431364769253</id><published>2009-12-19T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:06:40.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timpul iarna oameni fotografie'/><title type='text'>Sf.Gheorghe</title><content type='html'>Incepem aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xle58KRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hq8TN9gFmYA/s1600-h/IMG_7008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xle58KRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hq8TN9gFmYA/s400/IMG_7008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417040446817577234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu noi suntem cei care raman...&lt;br /&gt;Ci...altceva ramane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xYFiT0OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zgXjBZHZoBY/s1600-h/IMG_7140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xYFiT0OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zgXjBZHZoBY/s400/IMG_7140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417040216669278434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xKwUSgCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/n_4ZWvW_Q44/s1600-h/IMG_7111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xKwUSgCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/n_4ZWvW_Q44/s400/IMG_7111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417039987635028002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta pentru ca noi ne cam ducem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0w7tLAW_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/0-Nsyp-LgOo/s1600-h/IMG_7032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0w7tLAW_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/0-Nsyp-LgOo/s400/IMG_7032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417039729092746226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0wuUKPPiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/e5BA5fu_Ci8/s1600-h/IMG_7028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0wuUKPPiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/e5BA5fu_Ci8/s400/IMG_7028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417039499040341538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca timpul trece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7040785431364769253?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7040785431364769253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/sfgheorghe.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7040785431364769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7040785431364769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/sfgheorghe.html' title='Sf.Gheorghe'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sy0xle58KRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hq8TN9gFmYA/s72-c/IMG_7008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8180328333888900460</id><published>2009-12-14T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:11:24.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce ti-am spus vreodata ca ma iubesti?'/><title type='text'>cu toate astea...</title><content type='html'>- De ce nu imi spui niciodata ca fac si eu ceva bine?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu ma apreciezi pentru ceea ce sunt si incerci mereu sa fiu ca tine?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce imi spui ca daca visez o sa fiu o ratata?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce imi spui ca daca nu mi-am ales viata pe care o voiai tu pentru mine o sa fiu de doua ori ratata?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce te uiti la mine ca si cum as fi cel mai rau lucru din viata ta?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu ma lasi niciodata sa iti explic ceva fara sa iei explicatia ca pe o jignire de neiertat?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu ma incurajezi niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce spui ca nu fac  nimic cand tu nu esti niciodata acolo sa vezi asta?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce crezi ca in fiecare om se ascunde un criminal in serie si sigur vrea sa ma raneasca in vreun fel?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce de fiecare data cand iti povestesc de prieteni spui ca asa ceva nu exista si toti sunt niste profitori agasanti?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce crezi ca daca plec undeva cu trenul fara tine sigur e un violator sau vreun collector de organe care vrea sa ma rapeasca?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce insisti sa fac facultatea la Bucuresti, dar cu toate astea de abia ma lasi sa plec in Bucuresti?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu te ti niciodata de cuvant, dar ma acuzi pe mine de acest lucru?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce crezi ca tu esti mereu victima in orice situatie? Atunci eu probabil sunt criminalul in ochii tai?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce crezi mereu ca am ceva cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce imi repeti constant realizarile altora, dar pe ale mele nu le vezi niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce te astepti sa schimb eu lumea, dar tu nu opresti cu nimic degradarea ei?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce imi spui in fata cat sunt de nemernica si nerecunoscatoare si blab la bla, dar de fata cu anumita cunoscuti te porti de parca as fi cel mai bun copil din lume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cu toate aste….Ti-am spus vreodata ca ma iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WCgX4VQp2o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WCgX4VQp2o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8180328333888900460?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8180328333888900460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-toate-astea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8180328333888900460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8180328333888900460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-toate-astea.html' title='cu toate astea...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1875801328207493890</id><published>2009-12-06T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:25:17.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu cartile pe fata.</title><content type='html'>Salut. Numele meu e Diana, asa cu unii dintre voi stiu.nu cred ca mi se potriveste si mi-ar fi placut sa ma cheme sonia. nu m-am mai pieptanat de cateva luni, au trecut atatea ca nu le mai tin minte numarul. &lt;br /&gt;Am alaturi de mine un om, pe care il cunosc de 5 ani si care spune ca sunt reflexia ei. &lt;br /&gt;In 2 luni maxim, am reusit sa devin din copilul perfect, cinstit, incare lumea are incredere in nenorocita dracu care isi bate joc de toata lumea, e o depravata si a apaucat-o pe cele mai negre cai neavand niciuna contrasens.&lt;br /&gt;Din cauza asta ma urasc, respectul de sine e inghetat de mult timp si mi-e rusine sa ma mai uit in oglinda, noroc ca acu mi-am pus ochelari si asa ma pot ascunde in spatele lor.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau si regret in acelasi timp. Mi-e dor de mine.Nu mi-e dor de nimeni si de nimic altceva. Doar de mine. si nu sunt egoista. Mi-e dor sa rad la tom&amp;jerry si sa-mi fie frica la scooby doo, mi-e dor de fericirea din dimineata de Craciun, mi-e dor sa aud copii pe strada ninsa, chiar si aruncand acele petarde pe care nu le suport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma caut in continuu si lupt sa ma regasesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau pentru tot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1875801328207493890?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1875801328207493890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-cartile-pe-fata.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1875801328207493890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1875801328207493890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-cartile-pe-fata.html' title='Cu cartile pe fata.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5669213743951530948</id><published>2009-12-02T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:13:10.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oamenii de 1 Decembrie'/><title type='text'>1 Decembie</title><content type='html'>Oamenii de 1 Decembrie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVo1yWu2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cyrh0w0Q_Ro/s1600-h/IMG_6916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVo1yWu2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cyrh0w0Q_Ro/s400/IMG_6916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887637430352738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Unii isi petrec ziua in parc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVhseLrXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_hvvtvHnMi4/s1600-h/IMG_6899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVhseLrXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_hvvtvHnMi4/s400/IMG_6899.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887514670738802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Asa poate fi vazut o parte din Bucuresti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVY9e3OUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qzSi4kSmvww/s1600-h/IMG_6898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVY9e3OUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qzSi4kSmvww/s400/IMG_6898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887364618172738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Altii isi petrec ziua cu cel mai bun prieten al lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVRmK8OgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T908BY90Gls/s1600-h/IMG_6881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVRmK8OgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T908BY90Gls/s400/IMG_6881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887238101514754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Altii se plimba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVNCqF4LI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Dx7Y-T28pak/s1600-h/IMG_6867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVNCqF4LI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Dx7Y-T28pak/s400/IMG_6867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887159849017522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pentru altii nu e o zi atat de buna, dar incearca s-o imbunatateasca pe a celor dragi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVENdT2TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cBKx_mNGLLc/s1600-h/IMG_6863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVENdT2TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cBKx_mNGLLc/s400/IMG_6863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887008129374514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Ceilalti" iesisera la vanat :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdU_aGpG7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rIXTHAYE7BM/s1600-h/IMG_6860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdU_aGpG7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rIXTHAYE7BM/s400/IMG_6860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886925624613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Altii afla noutatile din ziare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdU4kKjGXI/AAAAAAAAANs/j5JrGyo98N4/s1600-h/IMG_6855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdU4kKjGXI/AAAAAAAAANs/j5JrGyo98N4/s400/IMG_6855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886808066267506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lui Dinu nu ii pasa. El e mereu fericit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUw1w-iYI/AAAAAAAAANk/kHCMitewFlM/s1600-h/IMG_6851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUw1w-iYI/AAAAAAAAANk/kHCMitewFlM/s400/IMG_6851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886675351898498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Altii incearca sa castige un ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUr4V7TsI/AAAAAAAAANc/aMKJqV9CAHg/s1600-h/IMG_6834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUr4V7TsI/AAAAAAAAANc/aMKJqV9CAHg/s400/IMG_6834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886590144401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Altii muncesc, ca n-au de ales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUlRZhJhI/AAAAAAAAANU/0pKTQFQdJoQ/s1600-h/IMG_6833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUlRZhJhI/AAAAAAAAANU/0pKTQFQdJoQ/s400/IMG_6833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886476611266066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Si unii chiar nu stiu dece e atat de multa agitatie si la ce foloseste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUfaG3lJI/AAAAAAAAANM/02eO5ebK94Q/s1600-h/IMG_6752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdUfaG3lJI/AAAAAAAAANM/02eO5ebK94Q/s400/IMG_6752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886375869748370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din care categorie faci parte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-5669213743951530948?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5669213743951530948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-decembie.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5669213743951530948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5669213743951530948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-decembie.html' title='1 Decembie'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxdVo1yWu2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cyrh0w0Q_Ro/s72-c/IMG_6916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7206925506455183902</id><published>2009-11-30T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:48:47.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nu uita ca esti inca un copil'/><title type='text'>Alexandra-portret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUxdKySeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2pTdmtFFV4U/s1600/IMG_5823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUxdKySeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2pTdmtFFV4U/s400/IMG_5823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409831154766465506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUWjoCkdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/opgfi-otUNk/s1600/IMG_5822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUWjoCkdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/opgfi-otUNk/s400/IMG_5822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409830692643312082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUMZ4kX4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/dfcDjMmXBsg/s1600/IMG_5820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUMZ4kX4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/dfcDjMmXBsg/s400/IMG_5820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409830518229589890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode: Morcoase Alexandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7206925506455183902?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7206925506455183902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/alexandra-portret.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7206925506455183902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7206925506455183902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/alexandra-portret.html' title='Alexandra-portret'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxOUxdKySeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2pTdmtFFV4U/s72-c/IMG_5823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8168598641991008830</id><published>2009-11-27T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:33:06.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me be myself'/><title type='text'>I beg you!</title><content type='html'>&gt;Please let me be myself so i can shine with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So, stop trying to change me and make me be who you want me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8168598641991008830?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8168598641991008830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-beg-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8168598641991008830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8168598641991008830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-beg-you.html' title='I beg you!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8395734483320349476</id><published>2009-11-27T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:30:14.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expozitie foto fotografie'/><title type='text'>Exp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoeiJEwsI/AAAAAAAAALc/FMfBUZlSCrA/s1600/Pdicture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoeiJEwsI/AAAAAAAAALc/FMfBUZlSCrA/s400/Pdicture+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408867657498018498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoX6rAxBI/AAAAAAAAALU/n-lhI_sP3EU/s1600/IMG_6646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoX6rAxBI/AAAAAAAAALU/n-lhI_sP3EU/s400/IMG_6646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408867543823729682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoGdjdWQI/AAAAAAAAALM/UNUQyQeE6HA/s1600/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoGdjdWQI/AAAAAAAAALM/UNUQyQeE6HA/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408867243949644034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAnf7enlNI/AAAAAAAAALE/7Hb7OSLgrG8/s1600/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAnf7enlNI/AAAAAAAAALE/7Hb7OSLgrG8/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408866581967508690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am promic unei persoane ca o sa postez fotogrfiile pe blog. &lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt cele pe care le puteti vedea la expozitie. (vezi postul anterior)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8395734483320349476?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8395734483320349476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/exp.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8395734483320349476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8395734483320349476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/exp.html' title='Exp.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxAoeiJEwsI/AAAAAAAAALc/FMfBUZlSCrA/s72-c/Pdicture+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4296966914663594431</id><published>2009-11-27T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:28:41.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expozitie foto fotografie sens unic'/><title type='text'>Expozitie foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sw-pQYCafvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vOwGAQ30BD0/s1600/4137030750_ce1c757055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sw-pQYCafvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vOwGAQ30BD0/s400/4137030750_ce1c757055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408727776290832114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ceva vreme se pregateste aceasta "chestie"&lt;br /&gt;Fara s-o lungesc, Sambata, 28 Noiembrie 2009, sunteti invitati in Le Brown, cafeneaua de pe centru vechi, sa priviti expozitia si sa ascultati un concert al formatiei " Sens Unic"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem acolo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4296966914663594431?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4296966914663594431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/expozitie-foto.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4296966914663594431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4296966914663594431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/expozitie-foto.html' title='Expozitie foto'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sw-pQYCafvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vOwGAQ30BD0/s72-c/4137030750_ce1c757055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3311403232626638112</id><published>2009-11-08T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:31:45.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poti?</title><content type='html'>azi..&lt;br /&gt;daca ai zambi mai des...&lt;br /&gt;poate soarele ar sta mai mult pe cer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi..&lt;br /&gt;daca l-ai fi privit&lt;br /&gt;poate ai fi putut vedea si tu marea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi..&lt;br /&gt;daca ai vrea sa-ti amintesti putin...&lt;br /&gt;poate ti-ar fi si tie dor de mare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi..&lt;br /&gt;daca n-ai dormi pana la 2 ale zilei&lt;br /&gt;poate te-ai fi putut bucura si tu de toate astea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi..&lt;br /&gt;daca ti-ai pune ordine in ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;poate ai vedea ca ai cel putin cate un prieten pentru fiecare litera a alfabetului...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi..&lt;br /&gt;poate ai putea sa spui ceva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3311403232626638112?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3311403232626638112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/poti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3311403232626638112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3311403232626638112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/poti.html' title='poti?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3162871980238538545</id><published>2009-11-06T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:27:21.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>El era expert, neavand nimic dupa primele cateva fumuri. Eu in schimb, dupa primul fum eram déjà plecat din mine. Ma uitam in oglinda mare si usor ciobita in coltul stang de sus a baii si nu ma puteam misca. Eram paralizat. Pupilele marite aproape sa-si depaseasca teritoriul acordat loc. Simteam furnicaturi pana si in firele de par. Reflexia mea parea mai vie decat eram eu. Baiatul din oglinda imi zambea strengareste si incepe sa-mi faca cu mana. Clipesc. Dispare. Simteam ceva umed pe fata. Plangeam? Nici acum nu stiu. nu puteam sa-mi duc mana la ochi sa vad si nici in oglinda nu ma mai vedeam. Nu mai vedeam nimic. Eram eu si Mihai. In rest negru. M-am uitat la el cum termina de fumat ultimul fum din tigara. Mi-a oferit si mie una. Am refuzat miscand ochii in dreapta si in stanga. Atat puteam sa fac. Uitandu-ma la Mihai am observat cat era de atragator. Cat era de frumos nu puteam spune. Era prima data cand ma atragea o fiinta normala. Pe moment, nu mi s-a parut nimic ciudat faptul ca era baiat si asta nici in urmatorii 2 ani. Avea parul saten pana la baza gatului. Buclele perfect ondulate ii acopereau pielea capului creeind o aura in jurul lui. Ma asteptam ca, din moment in moment, din spatele lui sa tasneasca puternic doua aripi mari. Chiar incepusem sa le vad sau sa mi le imaginez. S-a apropiat de mine si am putut sa-I desting chipul mult mai usor. Ii vedeam acum clar ochii mari, cu pupila enorma care avea un contur albastru, restul ochilor lui. A inceput sa-mi mangaie usor fata zicandu-mi ca niciodata nu s-a simtiti atat de bine dupa ce a fumat si ca furnizorul lui a avut dreptate cand zicea ca asta e “marfa de calitate” si ca n-o sa mai gaseasca asa ceva bun la alt cineva. A inceput sa rada isteric, dar cu gura inchisa. Am vrut s-ai spun ceva, dar nu-mi puteam misca buzele. S-a apropiat si mai mult de mine si imaginea lui si-a prierdut brusc intreaga calitate, devenind deformata si intetosata. Am inceput sa aud atunci glasul mamei cantandu-mi singura melodie care ma facea sa adorm cand eram mic. O auzeam in ecou in timp ce buzele lui Mihai le striveau puternice pe ale mele, vrand parca sa treaca dincolo de ele, de mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3162871980238538545?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3162871980238538545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3162871980238538545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3162871980238538545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1864367336979885926</id><published>2009-11-04T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:27:25.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumam ilegal'/><title type='text'>Prima data.</title><content type='html'>Marti, 31 octombrie,2005, l-am cunoscut pe Mihai, la o petrecere de Halloween intr-un club frecventat de noi, de gasca mea. M-am costumat in Frank Sinatra. Era idolul meu. Il ascultam in continuu, nu stiu de ce, dar simteam ca prin vocea lui, barbatul capata un statut ceva mai mare fata de cel de “toti barbatii sunt porci”. Mihai era imbracat in Marylin Monroe sau Nora Jhones. Cum vrei sa-I zici. Atunci a fost prima data cand am fumat marijuana. Mi-a placut. A fost si singura de fapt. Mihai mai fumase. Era mai mare decat mine cu un an. Zicea ca fumeaza de la 12 ani, cand un prieten, cu care a avut o anumita legatura despre care nu vrea sa vorbeasca, i-a pus jointul in mana si i-a zis “trage si o sa te fac sa te simti bine”. Cert e ca s-a simtit bine sau atat mi-a zis atunci. Cu timpul am aflat mai multe despre “prietenul asta” si o sa le afli si tu mai tarziu.                   Ne-am dus in baie. Muzica era destul de tare si lumea era déjà prea beata ca sa ne simta lipsa. Am intrat Amandoi intr-o cabina. Si acum imi aduc aminte baia aia. Era una dintre cele mai mari bai in care am intrat. Nu era foarte luxoasa, dar oricum nici clubul ala nu pretindea cine stie ce pretentii. Se putea face orice acolo. Absolute orice, fara ca nimeni sa-ti zica “scoala-te de aici, du-te mai incolo”. A inchis bine usa si a scos din buzunar un pliculet transparent in care se puteau distinge niste firimituri verzi. L-a desfacut cu cea mai mare grija si l-a mirosit. Se putea citi pe fata lui placerea absoluta. Mi l-a dat sa-l miros. Am tras adanc in piept savoarea marijuanei si am inceput sa tusesc. Mirosea oribil. Era mirosul acela dintr-un pet shop numai cu mancare pentru catei. Aroma peddy griului intr-un pliculet transparent si o baie imensa, perfecta pentru prima sedinta de fumat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1864367336979885926?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1864367336979885926/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/prima-data.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1864367336979885926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1864367336979885926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/prima-data.html' title='Prima data.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6658595782494644295</id><published>2009-11-01T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:19:55.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sani sexualitate derutare misogin'/><title type='text'>Asa, si?</title><content type='html'>Nu m-am considerat niciodata atragator, dar nici repingator. Nu simteam nicio atractie pentru fete, dar nici pentru baietii. Eram prieten cu toti. Nu conta.  Erau “prietenii mei”. Pana cand, in vara lui 1995, cand aveam 7 ani, am dat peste revistele pornografice ale lui tata. Tin minte si acum ziua aceea, asta pentru ca am vomit tot ce mancasem. Mi-a fost mie rusine de rusinea lor si am simtiti un sentiment atat de placut pentru faptul ca sunt baiat. Mergeam pe strada si de fiecare data cand treceam pe langa fata mi-o imaginam in fel de fel de pozitii, varandu-si fel de fel de obiecte care mai de care mai ciudate in organul sexual sau lingand provocator o banana sau o coada de matura. Se vedea pe fata lor masca teatrala care ar trebui sa-i duca pe culmiile placerii pe labagii lumii.  Toate fetele erau urate. Una mai urata decat cealalta. Alor mei nu li s-a parut nimic neobisnuit faptul ca la 15 ani nu avusesem cel putin 10 prietene, chiar niciuna, si nu le-o trasesem la cel putin un sfert din ele daca erau si virgine era si mai bine. Asa puteam sa-mi bag pula in copilaria si puritatea lor. Mama, psiholog. Tata, avocat. Se inteleg ca si nemtii cu evreii. Mama spune ca nu e nicio problema, chiar daca toti cunoscutii mei avusesera déjà 4-5- 6 prietene,  ca eu sunt baiatul ei si ca e perfect normal ca pubertatea sa intarzie la unele persoane. Doar ca eu ma maturizasem de ceva vreme si pubertatea erau lasate muuul in urma mea. Tata in schimb, zicea ca sunt un papa lapte si ca n-o sa fut niciodata nimic daca continui sa critic atata de mult femeia intrucat nu am sa gasesc niciodatata femeia ideala. Eu insa, nu cautam femeia ideala. Criticam femeile pentru ca mi se pareau vulgare, murdare, ipocrite, posesoare ale unor gauri in care iti bagi pula, iar cand pula ta ramana mica te duci la alta, nu mi se parea nimic excitant la fundurile femeilor sau la picioarele lungi si proportionate,nu mi se parea nimic excitant la focoasa aia roscata, la ochioasa aia bruneta . nimic. In schimb imi placeau sanii, dar credeam ca femeile au déjà prea multe, asa ca sanii sunt inutili. Barbatiilor le-ar fi stat mult mai bine cu sani. Nu stiu cum toti colegii mei puteau sa faca lejer laba cand vedeau decolteul Dariei. Pe Daria o cunosteam de la gradinita. Daria era exceptia de la principiile mele asupra feminitatii. Daria era amicul meu de bere. Dariei puteam sa-I spun tot. ea nu ma judeca. Cunostea foarte bine toate principiiile mele si niciodata nu incerca sa le schimbe. Nu e urata, dar nici frumoasa. Nu e proportionala, dar nici asimetrica. Are o forma ciudata si trebuie sa recunosc ca e posesoarea celor mai frumosi sani pe care i-am vazut.  Inca suntem prieteni. Ne vizitam insa mai rar caci suntem la facultati diferite si fiecare isi are drumul sau. Si-a prierdut virginitatea la 14 ani la o petrecere cu un tip pe care nu si-l aminteste nici astazi, dar e in regula. Crede ca e mai fain asa. Nu tu relatii lungi, romantisme, lumanarele, vin rosu. Nimic. O sticle de votka, un pat si o pula. Acum e studenta la teatru. Voia sa devina actrita de cand o stiu. Se pare ca e pe cale sa-si implinseasca visele. Eu in schimb, sunt student la medicina. Intotdeauna am fost atras de ochi. Sunt primii la care ma uit intrucat sunt cei mai diferite. Nu exista doua perechi de ochi la fel. Nu…parul seamana, picioarele, mainile, da, dar ochii nu. Nici buzele, dar nu sunt atat de frumosi ca ochii. Asa ca voiam sa fiu oftalmolog. Ti-am spus despre afinitatea mea pentru sani. In cazul in care as lasa oftalmologia de o parte, m-as face plastician, asa as putea sa creez sani. Da. As fi in contact direct si permanent cu sanii. Mai mari, mai mici, mai rotunzi, mai bombati, toate tipurile de sani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6658595782494644295?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6658595782494644295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/asa-si.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6658595782494644295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6658595782494644295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/11/asa-si.html' title='Asa, si?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-9125078164183600560</id><published>2009-10-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:01:25.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imi pasa'/><title type='text'>Imi pasa.</title><content type='html'>Imi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese. &lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca Xulescu arunca pe jos si polueaza.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca as putea avea 20000 de absente.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese daca iau o nota mica la scoala pentru ca e irelevant.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca pe Xulescu l-a calcat o masina de 2 ori pentru ca n-a murit din prima.&lt;br /&gt;-in fiecare zi mor cativa Xulesti. Asa si?&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca afara ploua si imi unda catelul.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca mor de foame sau de sete.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca-mi fut plamanii cu tigari de proasta calitate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese daca ma imbat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca pot sa mor maine si n-am facut nimic cu viata mea. &lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca si tie iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi mai pese de nimic pentru ca sunt proasta. Si tu te pisi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca iese la analize THC-ul&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca mama are un singur discurs pe care mi-l repeta la nesfarsit de fiecare data cand sufera de LTP.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca un prieten e mort de beat si vomita unde apuca si nimeni n-are grija de el.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca esti suparat, nervos, apatic, frustrat, complexat, ca ai probleme si nu esti in stare sa le rezolvi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi pese ca pestii mor in oceane si rauri de cacat sau de criza financiara. De asta chiar nu-mi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi mai pese pentru ca nici tie nu-ti pasa de nimic si iti e mult  mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi mai pese ca traiesc intr-un oras de cacat cu oamenii indesati adanc in el. &lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi mai pese ca tu iti futi viitorul si ma lupt sa-ti deschid ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi mai pese de tine, de mine, de voi, de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu imi mai pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sterg. Mi-am luat o guma buna. Nu se mai vede urma. Am gasit un antidot bun. Chiar foarte bun. Sper sa nu se termine curand pentru ca era in editie unicat si mi-e teama ca n-o sa mai gasesc alta mai buna si ca atunci urmele o sa se vada.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-e teama din nou.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt proasta. Dar asa sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sunt si norocoasa pentru ca, slava Domnului, in orasul asta de cacat, am gasit si oamenii care stiu sa-l ocoleasca pe strada si care au grija sa-mi aduc aminte ca si eu il ocolesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci ce e cu mine? De ce nu vreau sa-mi mai pese? Ce daca imi pasa? Dar nu e mai bine sa nu-mi pese?&lt;br /&gt;Oricum ma consum de pomana pentru ca nu reusesc si imi pasa. &lt;br /&gt;DA, IMI PASA. Si e de cacat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-9125078164183600560?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/9125078164183600560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/imi-pasa.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9125078164183600560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9125078164183600560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/imi-pasa.html' title='Imi pasa.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7337538495661319891</id><published>2009-10-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:34:46.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shity day ce ma enerveaza nervi frustrare complicatie cacat'/><title type='text'>Shity day...</title><content type='html'>Azi... M-au enervat mai multe lucruri de cat de obicei. Incerc sa stabilesc un record...Nici macar nu stiu de ce. Nici macar n-am motive. E ca si cum traiesc viata altuia, debarasandu-ma brusc de a mea exact in momentul in care, folosind o replica cliseistica, imi mergea bine. Poate prea bine. Probabil ca nu i-am mai putut face fata.&lt;br /&gt;Revenind..azi..ce cacat. Totul porneste si se rezuma la cacat.&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza toti ratatii care fac laba de treizeci de ori pe zi, chiar si in pauze si orele de la scoala(caz real.)&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza frustrarile mele din copilarie&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca-mi pasa cam mult cateodata si sunt atat de fraiera ca ma implic in toate cacaturile&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza toate mimozele de 11-13 ani care sufera de LTP acuta&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza profa de chimie cand se imbraca in roz din cap pana-n picioare si de fiecare data cand deschide gura si spune de zece ori aceeasi propozitie intr-o singura fraza ca si cum n-ar putea concepe o propozitie exhaustiva sau ca si cum ar explica unor intarziati mintal cum a aparut universul&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca n-am timp sa-mi fac ordine in camera si din cauza asta plec de acasa cu "o soseta asa si una asa"&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca stiu ca altii au mai mult cacat in viata lor decat balega din viata mea&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca nu pot folosi cuvinte frumoase cand incerc sa scriu ceva si nu ma pot exprima momentan decat prin cuvintele de balta&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca ma consum atat pentru nimic&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca azi mi-e frica de mine, de ce am devenit&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca nu pot sa cand si sa am mai multi ascultatori decat dusul, cel mai mare fan al meu, si eu&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca e luni si ca e 17:14 si ca toata lumea spune rugaciunea, iar eu ascult Bob Dylan si scriu, iar afara e al naibii de frig si ploua&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca am lipsa de calciu si stau cu fiola dupa mine&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza comoditatea si din cauza asta nu il duc pe Vlad la veterinar&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza cand nu sunt luata-n seama cand am ceva de zis sau cand sunt bagata in aceeasi oala ca si restul&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca nu sunt in stare sa scriu nici macar 2 lucruri bune despre mine, dar defecte as putea spune nenumarate la orice ora&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca imi este atat de usor sa vad lucurile bune din alte persoane dar cand ma uit la mine nu vad nimic&lt;br /&gt;- ma enerveaza ca am scrisc cacatul asta si nu ai cum sa intelegi ceva. am scris pentru ca ma coplesise o balega si trebuia sa scap de ea&lt;br /&gt;- nu e nimic artistic aici. sunt doar frustrari&lt;br /&gt;- daca nu intelegi nimic, e perfect normal.&lt;br /&gt;- stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: asta de religie dicteaza acum despre harul divin. cacat. o sa fiu pedepsita ca sunt o pacatoasa pentru ca nu scriu...auzi..."energie care exista din totdeauna, air celelalte energii sunt create sunt creaturi". Cum sa foloseasca Dumnezeule cuvantul "creatura"? Suna ca si "pocitanie", in niciun caz ceva "divin". E ca si cum as zice "ceafa de porc" cu "o" mai lung, iar "ceafa" suna ca si cum te-ai uita la voma intarita.&lt;br /&gt;   Doamne ce se mai agita in fata clasei. s-a dus acum la un coleg si l-a pus sa zica ce a inteles el din ce a vorbit ea sau sa repete ce a zis...&lt;br /&gt;   pf...daca vede ce am scris, ma exorcizeaza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7337538495661319891?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7337538495661319891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/shity-day.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7337538495661319891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7337538495661319891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/shity-day.html' title='Shity day...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-916760390204554023</id><published>2009-10-11T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:38:37.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa pe blog'/><title type='text'>Leapsa!!!</title><content type='html'>Ce speli prima data la dus?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;buretele.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Care e culoarea ta de helanca preferata?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; prefer esarfele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Îti place cafeaua?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cum te simti acum?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fericita, cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Care e ultima litera din numele persoanei de care esti îndragostita?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Care e ultimul vis pe care l-ai avut?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Eram intr-o casa parasita cu niste prieteni pe care nu i-am retinut exact si m-am dus sa caut pe cineva. super feticita ca i-am gasit, dorgati insa, mi-au multumit si mi-au bagat o seringa cu cocaina in vena de la mana stanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ai putea mânca o luna întreaga felul tau de mâncare preferat fara sa te saturi de el?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;probabil primele zile pentru ca dupa nu ar mai fi felul meu de mancare preferat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. De ce ai o pofta puternica acum?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sa merg la mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. La ce te gândesti când auzi cuvântul “varza”?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; la mahmureala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ai numarat vreodata pâna la 1000?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;am adormit pe la 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Musti sau lingi înghetata?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ambele:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Folosesti emoticoane?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; rar. prefer limba romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Câte dormitoare are casa ta?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; casa e in renovari, momentan zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ai cunoscut vreodata o celebritate?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da, mai multe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Îti place brânza?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Care e ultima melodie de care ai fost obsedat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jhonny eat world- here you me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Câte tari ai vizitat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sunt parintii tai stricti?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu. urla, dar tot ca mie iese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ai sari cu parasuta/parapanta/planorul?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oricand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ai lua masa cu George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. E ceva stralucitor în camera ta?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; aaa...sticla de apa plata cand bate lumina pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Închiriezi filme?&lt;br /&gt;De pe torrent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Unde vei merge sâmbata seara?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; e duminica.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Oua albe sau maro?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; poftim?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Îti place muzica?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cui nu-i place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ai mers cu trenul?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ce zi a saptamânii e?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; vezi intrebarea 24.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ce ai mâncat la prânz?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; un mar cred.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ce face mâine prietena ta cea mai buna?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sta cu mine in banca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ai vazut filmul The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da.recomand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ce crezi despre Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; n-am mancat pana acu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ai parul ondulat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Când ai plâns ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cand am ras 15 minute fara sa stiu de ce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ai intrat vreodata într’un zid?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu. sunt doar impiedicata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Anotimpul preferat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; toate, mai putin iarna.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adormi cu televizorul deschis?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; n-am timp sa ma uit la televizor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ai baut vreodata alcool direct din sticla?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Crezi ca esti bătrân?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da, cateodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ti-e frica de întuneric?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nu. cand eram mica, imi era frica de paturile care nu aveau tablia laterala pana pe parchet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Îti place viata ta momentan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oarecum. se putea si mai rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Bati în lemn?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nu. in raluca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ai o vedere buna?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da. cu auzul stau mai prost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Poti sa faci hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; daca ma straduiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Unde sunt parintii tai?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; acasa. tata se uita la tv, mama doarme.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ai fost vreodata sarutat în lift?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; inca nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Care e urmatorul CD pe care îl vei cumpara?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; am torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ai intrat într-o încapere pe fereastra vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; de mai multe ori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ce ai cumparat ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tigari si ciocolata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Cât de des vorbesti la telefon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Des.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Esti într’o relatie complicata?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Ai pus piedica cuiva vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; probabil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Folosesti betisoare chinezesti?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da imi prind parul cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ierti prea mult?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; probabil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Detii o arma?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Ai fost vreodata într-un castel?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; da.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Îti place parul tau?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; de 2 ori pe saptamana.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Îti place de tine?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Esti mai apropiat de mami sau de tati?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pai de mami ca doarme in camera de langa camera mea, tata e la 2 camere distanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Ti-a placut leapsa asta ?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leapsa de la oaie si maria de pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; acum leapsa merge la toata lumea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-916760390204554023?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/916760390204554023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/916760390204554023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/916760390204554023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa!!!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3974001869820191803</id><published>2009-10-09T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:12:27.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonid Aferemov opere'/><title type='text'>Leonid Aferemov- e genial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-ZHPOk5-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/p9IyV5jeDaI/s1600-h/RAIN_PRINCESS_by_Leonidafremov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-YZOWtk9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PKxXxnxrVyY/s400/__SHE_LEFT___by_Leonidafremov.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390694838103282642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3974001869820191803?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3974001869820191803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/leonid-aferemov-e-genial.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3974001869820191803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3974001869820191803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/leonid-aferemov-e-genial.html' title='Leonid Aferemov- e genial'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-ZHPOk5-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/p9IyV5jeDaI/s72-c/RAIN_PRINCESS_by_Leonidafremov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1693581105092862507</id><published>2009-10-09T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:52:34.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta e pentru ca iti multumesc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-UfHfTfII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YXVyE36npIk/s1600-h/IMG_6206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-UfHfTfII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YXVyE36npIk/s320/IMG_6206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390690541292977282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ascult. Vreau de ceva vreme sa scriu despre o prietena. &lt;br /&gt;E importanta si tin mult la ea. Nu stiu cum as putea-o descrie foarte bine, nici macar bine, dar totusi vreau sa scriu despre ea. Da…tipic: ma intelege, imi da sfaturi si nu trebuie sa-I explic foarte clar ca sa ma inteleaga si sa-mi spuna ca totul o sa fie bine. In ultima vreme a fost acolo mereu pentru mine, la orice ora, indiferent ca avea treaba sau nu, ca era la scoala sau in timpul liber, a fost acolo, a venit, m-a ascultat, m-a lasat sa-mi vars frustrarile pe umarul ei si a avut mereu cate o fraza geniala care sa ma faca sa vad mereu partea plina a paharului si nu cea care a fost déjà bauta. Tin sa cred, sau eu cel putin, am fost acolo pentru ea  si nu am judecat-o cand mi-a spus cate ceva cu care nu eram de accord. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa stie ca o apreciez, poate chiar o invidiez, nu stiu,  si o iubesc mult. La inceput nu am crezut ca o sa fim prietene, doar colege, nici macar atat nu eram acum un an. Oricum un complex de imprejuarari minunate ne-au facut sa fim atat de apropiate. Tin sa cred ca este de accord cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum textul asta nu a iesit asa cum am vrut eu, dar oricum, ea e desteapta si a inteles esentialul.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa-I zic doar ca ii multumesc pentru tot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1693581105092862507?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1693581105092862507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/asta-e-pentru-ca-iti-multumesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1693581105092862507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1693581105092862507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/asta-e-pentru-ca-iti-multumesc.html' title='Asta e pentru ca iti multumesc.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Ss-UfHfTfII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YXVyE36npIk/s72-c/IMG_6206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2584092193025988809</id><published>2009-10-04T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:19:09.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='va multumesc voua a fost o data sacrificiul'/><title type='text'>Multumesc.</title><content type='html'>"Iubesc. Ma bucur ca nu sunt baiat. Asa ar trebui sa verific vantul de fiecare data cand ma pis..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A fost o data un baiat si o fata. Si ei se iubeau mult de tot, erau totul unul pentru celalat. Intr-o zi...au hotarat sa se logodeasca. Erau saraci. Nu aveau ei prea multe. Fata era frumoasa, avea un par minunat, cel mai frumos lucru pe care-l avea, iar baiatul avea un ceas. &lt;br /&gt;   El a hotarat sa-si vanda ceasul pentru a-i cumpara ei o agrafa pentru parul ei minunat, iar ea si-a taiat parul, pentru a-l vinde si a-i cumpara lui o curelusa pentru ceas.&lt;br /&gt;   Cand s-au intalnit, ea nu mai avea par pentru agrafa, iar el nu mai avea curelusa pentru ceas.&lt;br /&gt;    Deci...Au sacrificat totul unul pentru celalalt si acum nu mai au pentru ce."&lt;br /&gt;        &gt;&gt; O prietena. Multumesc, R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cu fiecare pas pe care-l faci in viata, inveti sa mergi mai bine"                                                                                                 &gt;&gt; un prieten.Ii mulumtesc si lui. V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2584092193025988809?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2584092193025988809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/multumesc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2584092193025988809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2584092193025988809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/multumesc.html' title='Multumesc.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4818530707299392983</id><published>2009-10-02T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:35:32.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri coplesire nu azi'/><title type='text'>Nu azi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ganduri, veniti maine, mai dati-mi o zi de liniste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4818530707299392983?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4818530707299392983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4818530707299392983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4818530707299392983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-azi.html' title='Nu azi...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7629134486601322399</id><published>2009-09-27T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:42:58.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinte vise ideal'/><title type='text'>Imi doresc sa...</title><content type='html'>1. sa am tatuat un copac pe spate care sa reprezinte-continuarea alta data&lt;br /&gt;2. sa si invat sa tatuez&lt;br /&gt;3. sa calatoresc mereu si oriunde&lt;br /&gt;4. sa vad cate ceva de pe fiecare continent(cel putin)&lt;br /&gt;5. sa cunosc cate o persoana din toate nationalitatile si religiile&lt;br /&gt;6. sa am o casa cu o gradina cu un copac mare&lt;br /&gt;7. sa stau pe acoperis o noapte intreaga cu o ceasca interminabila de cafea  &lt;br /&gt;8. sa traversez inot lacul Balaton&lt;br /&gt;9. sa vad rasaritul iarna la mare&lt;br /&gt;10. sa ma urc intr-un tren fara sa stiu ce destinatie are&lt;br /&gt;11. sa vad o girafa vie&lt;br /&gt;12. sa vizitez Japonia&lt;br /&gt;13. sa calatoresc cu un submarin&lt;br /&gt;14. sa sar dintr-un avion cu parasuta&lt;br /&gt;15. sa tin in brate un tigru siberian (pui)&lt;br /&gt;16. sa vad aurora boreala&lt;br /&gt;17. sa plec la mare oprind din oras in oras si schimband mijlocul de transport&lt;br /&gt;18. sa-mi pictez fiecare perete din casa si sa am unul plin cu poze&lt;br /&gt;19. sa fac in fiecare zi cel putin o persoana sa zambeasca&lt;br /&gt;20. sa fac 10 oameni sa rada cu lacrimi(exculzandu-ma pe mine:)) )&lt;br /&gt;21. sa fac pe cineva sa alerge gol pe strada si sa strige ca e invizibil&lt;br /&gt;22. sa gust din fiecare aroma de inghetata&lt;br /&gt;23. sa am parul rosu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si lista continua...dar nu aici...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7629134486601322399?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7629134486601322399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/imi-doresc-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7629134486601322399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7629134486601322399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/imi-doresc-sa.html' title='Imi doresc sa...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4522046007179214515</id><published>2009-09-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:41:33.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want you to be mine ma fascinezi'/><title type='text'>would you?</title><content type='html'>would you be my work of art?&lt;br /&gt;would you stay awake for me?&lt;br /&gt;would you give me you're last breath?&lt;br /&gt;would you take my hand for a walk on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;would you watch the stars with me all night long even if it's cold outside?&lt;br /&gt;would you paint my room with your own hands?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;would you be mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4522046007179214515?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4522046007179214515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4522046007179214515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4522046007179214515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html' title='would you?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-882405248645922658</id><published>2009-09-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:12:11.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste sentiment constiinta dialog cu rasarit imbratisare'/><title type='text'>Ma fascinezi!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SrEqTAIIb2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7sE8d8jIc08/s1600-h/haleakala_sunrise_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SrEqTAIIb2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7sE8d8jIc08/s320/haleakala_sunrise_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382129535624441698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da. Ma fascineaza...&lt;br /&gt;- Cum asa?&lt;br /&gt;- Pai uite simplu. Cred ca e genial...desi...nu credeam ca cieva cu atitudinea si aspectul ala, care nu e rau deloc, poate sa fie atat de profund...de diferit...&lt;br /&gt;- Si...?&lt;br /&gt;- Si n-am nicio treaba...adica...nu ne prea intalnim...&lt;br /&gt;- De ce?&lt;br /&gt;- Pai...de ce nu?&lt;br /&gt;- Cum te simti?&lt;br /&gt;- Frustrata...nu credeam ca o sa ma fascineze cineva...nu atat de curand...nu-mi place...sti...as vrea sa-l aud vorbind mereu...cred ca cel mai mult mi-ar placea de el la rasarit...&lt;br /&gt;- De ce?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca i se potriveste...&lt;br /&gt;- Adica?! Explica-mi ca nu mai inteleg nimic...&lt;br /&gt;- Pai ce e de explicat? Ai vazut vreodata un rasarit?&lt;br /&gt;- Numai atunci cand l-ai vazut si tu...doar sunt cu tine oricand si oricunde...&lt;br /&gt;- Bine. Pai atunci sti ce inseamna un rasarit. &lt;br /&gt;- Nu prea...te gandesti la mai multe lucruri in acelasi timp si nu ma pot focaliza pe un anumit subiect, asa ca sunt confuz.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah...Eu cred ca ...&lt;br /&gt;- De ce te-ai oprit?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu stiu ce cred.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Cred doar ca l-as placea mai mult la rasarit.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu sti mai bine...Acum ma pot pensiona, nu?&lt;br /&gt;- A... nu inca.&lt;br /&gt;- Pai de ce? Oricum nu te ajut la nimic.&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da. Ma ti treaza. Ma alimentezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca te-as iubi la rasarit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-882405248645922658?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/882405248645922658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-fascinezi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/882405248645922658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/882405248645922658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-fascinezi.html' title='Ma fascinezi!!!!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SrEqTAIIb2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7sE8d8jIc08/s72-c/haleakala_sunrise_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2070518795281816513</id><published>2009-09-15T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:10:50.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca ai innebunit de tot.</title><content type='html'>Nu mai inteleg nimic.&lt;br /&gt;nu am nici de ce...&lt;br /&gt;stiu. ai innebuit de tot.&lt;br /&gt;oi fi tu cine oi fi, dar gata.&lt;br /&gt;mi-a ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incearca un alt discurs&lt;br /&gt;asa o sa-mi faci ziua mai interesanta&lt;br /&gt;aceleasi replici ma cam plictisesc&lt;br /&gt;si ai devenit previzibila&lt;br /&gt;aproape ca stiu ce urmeaza sa zici&lt;br /&gt;ce e cel mai palpitant &lt;br /&gt;e ca le spui de fiecare data intr-o alta ordine&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce ma amuza gandindu-ma la ce ar putea urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu pricepi ca nu sunt eu de vina?&lt;br /&gt;vorbesti de tinerea promisiunilor?&lt;br /&gt;cat de ipocrita poti fi.&lt;br /&gt;imi promiti ceva si peste 5 minute esti in stare&lt;br /&gt;sa-mi insirui n motive pentru care nu vei mai face acel lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incep sa te detest din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schimba-te tu, pentru ca degeaba incerci sa ma schimbi pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n-o sa fiu niciodata copia ta. obisnuieste-te cu asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pot doar sa imi cer scuze pentru ca nu voi urma medicina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar inceteaza si iesi afara din capul meu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2070518795281816513?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2070518795281816513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/pentru-ca-ai-innebunit-de-tot.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2070518795281816513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2070518795281816513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/pentru-ca-ai-innebunit-de-tot.html' title='Pentru ca ai innebunit de tot.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2049940435663199436</id><published>2009-09-14T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:49:02.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodia balanta ascendent in balanta'/><title type='text'>12 motive pentru care te aflii in zodia BALANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sq5z8scgzZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/maOCd4z_OxY/s1600-h/balanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sq5z8scgzZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/maOCd4z_OxY/s320/balanta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381366091314417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;eu sunt balanta. si pentru ca asta nu era de ajuns, am si ascendentul in balanta...deci... sunt o balanta veritabila...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;deci..daca esti balanta, esti balanta pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vrei ca toata lumea sa fie fericita.&lt;br /&gt;2. Motto-ul tau: Am gust in toate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nu ai idei sau prejudecati preconcepute.&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh, atat de iubitor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Iti place sa fii drept.&lt;br /&gt;6. Super sensibil.&lt;br /&gt;7. O furtuna a mintii, dar de lux.&lt;br /&gt;8. Urasti sa iei o decizie.&lt;br /&gt;9. In continuu iti redecorezi casa.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mare amator de senzational.&lt;br /&gt;11. Iti cunosti bine limitele.&lt;br /&gt;12. Open mind: Toti muncim pentru Dumnezeu. Este un patron dur si salariul nu-i intotdeauna grozav, dar exista destule rasplati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pentru orice informatie suplimentara in ceea ce priveste aceasta zodie, nu ezitati sa intrebati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have a nice day.:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2049940435663199436?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2049940435663199436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-motive-pentru-care-te-aflii-in-zodia.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2049940435663199436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2049940435663199436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-motive-pentru-care-te-aflii-in-zodia.html' title='12 motive pentru care te aflii in zodia BALANTA'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sq5z8scgzZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/maOCd4z_OxY/s72-c/balanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4236078030947051742</id><published>2009-09-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:45:10.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atacul de noapte de la Targoviste'/><title type='text'>Atacul de noapte de la Targoviste</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stMwb8sC9Wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stMwb8sC9Wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmarea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4236078030947051742?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4236078030947051742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/atacul-de-noapte-de-la-targoviste.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4236078030947051742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4236078030947051742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/atacul-de-noapte-de-la-targoviste.html' title='Atacul de noapte de la Targoviste'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4789031803865955771</id><published>2009-09-10T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:43:03.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zilele cetatii targoviste 2009'/><title type='text'>ZILELE CETATII TARGOVISTE 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SqjJ33hGa3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/48XCKx_Hvg0/s1600-h/IMG_5655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SqjHOlWMG5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1fcUHjcEJ94/s320/IMG_5458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379768808251333522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pozele sunt facute de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Modele: "baietii de la medieval"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Click pe poza pt marire.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; O sa-mi lipseasca zilele astea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4789031803865955771?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4789031803865955771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/zilele-cetatii-targoviste-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4789031803865955771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4789031803865955771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/zilele-cetatii-targoviste-2009.html' title='ZILELE CETATII TARGOVISTE 2009'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SqjJ33hGa3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/48XCKx_Hvg0/s72-c/IMG_5655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4837314910485149967</id><published>2009-09-09T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:19:03.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeul furnicilor.</title><content type='html'>O harmaiala organizata! Asta e! Asta e un musuroi! Furnicile care-ncotro, de colo pana colo , de la un capat la altul al musuroiului, si, desi erau grabite, aveau intotdeauna grija sa nu se ciocneasca una de alta. E adevarat ca au mai existat mici incidente, ca atunci cand furnica aia mare a mancat prea  mult si I s-a facut rau exact in mijlocul musuroiului si s-a oprit tot “traficul” pana cand furnicile de interventie au ajuns la timp sa o ridice pentru ca era prea grea sa fie mutate doar de simple furnicute.    &lt;br /&gt;Furnicile care ieseau din musuroi, cateodata se intorceau inapoi, alteori nu. De fiecare data ramaneau multe spatii goale la rubrica “intors” a condicii puse la iesirea din musuroi pentru ca fiecare furnica trebuia sa semneze acea  condica de fiecare data cand pleca sau se intorcea acasa.  Unele nu se mai intorceau deoarece trebuia ca totul sa capee o explicatie logica    si pentru ca trebuia ca elanul furnicilor mici de a se aventura pe afara sa fie tinut in frau, furnicile au numit norocul de a se intoarce acasa: “Bine”.  Ba chiar au gasit si ceva urme incrustate de la surorile lor, cum ca , da, ceea ce facea ca unele dintre ele sa gaseasca drumul inapoi, se numeste, intr-adevar, “Bine”. In paralel, dupa ceva sapaturi sustinute si mediatizate cu efect, au aflat si numele neintoarcerii: “Rau”. Timp de-a randul si secole la fel, furnicile si-au crescut copiii, cu sfaturi de ce e “Bine” si ce e “Rau”. Cu frica lui “Bine” si “Rau”. ”Bine” e sa te intorci nevatamat in musuroiul familiei, “Rau” e sa dispari pe nepusa masa si tuturor sa li se faca dor de tine. &lt;br /&gt;Intr-una din zile, cam prin august sa fi fost, un furnic neascultator a iesit, in ciuda protestelor furnicilor mama-tata, din musuroi. Impreuna cu el, alti furnici mai mici dar la fel de neastamparati. Pe neasteptate, dupa cateva tumbe pline de voiosie si dezmat, jumatate din furnicii mici au murit. Brusc. Fara viata, la pamant, de jur imprejur, pamantul era plin de furnici negre si reci. Incremenit de teroare, furnica neascultatoare n-a mai avut decat puterea sa ridice ochii, inainte ca talpa sa se pogoare asupra lui. Ceva mare si intunecat acoperise soarele mic. Nu a putut decat sa ramana nemiscat si sa-si astepte sfarsitul. “Nu am ascultat sfaturile furnicilor. Iata Raul. Acum voi muri” isi mai spuse furmicul si lesina de groaza in exact acelasi moment cu gandul. Cand s-a trezit, si-a dat seama ca Rau nu fusese decat o Talpa. De data asta avusese noroc. Era o Talpa De Bocanc si nu o Talpa De Pantof. Calcase pe el dar intre profile. Bucuros dar si trist, pentru ca-si pierduse prietenii,  furnicul s-a intors acasa. A povestit ca ceea ce e Rau, de fapt nu e dacat o Talpa care vine din cer si se aseaza, la nimereala, pe pamant. Si de fapt, totul e doar Noroc si Coincidenta. Si nu Rau sau Bun. Poti sa ai noroc sa fie o Talpa De Bocanc sau poti sa ai Ghinion sa fie o Talpa De Pantof. Furnicile nu l-au crezut. Sau l-au crezut un pic nebun. Apoi si mai mult. S-au infuriat pe el ca le strica linistea musuroiului. Cu timpul, povestea furmicii care a scapat s-a transformat in barfa si zvon. Furmica a fost facuta nebuna, i s-a luat ratia de frunze si a fost izgonita din musuroi . Dupa discutiile de rigoare si barfele pe racoare, furnicile si-au reluat viata lor linistita. Cu “Bine” si “Rau”. Generatii dupa generatii, furmici dupa furmici, in musuroi, viata furnicilor se desfasura cu frica lui “Bine” si lui “Rau”. Afara, talpile continuau sa treaca fara sa aiba habar. Ca unele sunt “Rau” si altele “Bine”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4837314910485149967?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4837314910485149967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/dumnezeul-furnicilor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4837314910485149967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4837314910485149967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/09/dumnezeul-furnicilor.html' title='Dumnezeul furnicilor.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-114157848571018361</id><published>2009-08-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:01:13.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare dor dragoste singuratate deprimat fericire tristete sentiment'/><title type='text'>Unde mi-e fericirea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SoxLum_pb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3z5m7ItIaYA/s1600-h/missing-link.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SoxLum_pb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3z5m7ItIaYA/s320/missing-link.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371751719659728770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;frazele pe cum "fericirea este ceva ce nu se atinge niciodata, dar in cautarea ei merita sa fi toata viata" mint. si te mint pe tine ala care le crezi foarte mult&lt;br /&gt;credeam si eu. candva. credeam ca trebuie sa fiu intr-o continua cautare, sa-mi rotesc ochii in cap de colo pena colo doar doar o vad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ei bine, intr-o noapte am intalnit-o pe plaja. eram numai noi. eu si fericirea. am facut cunostinta si apoi vorbeam de parca era umbra mea. probabil asta si e. umbra. nu e mereu cu tine, dar sunt mai multe momente in care e decat cele in care nu e cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nu pot sa fiu geloasa pe oamenii care au stiut sa-si pastreze fericirea sau cel putin s-o gaseasca pe aia potrivita lor.&lt;br /&gt;pot sa fiu doar dezamagita de mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cum asta?&lt;br /&gt;pai...simplu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;aberez...n-are niciun sens...nu intelegi...ma inec in cuvinte...nu pot sa scot ceva concret...scuze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;eram fericita cand intalneam pe cineva care sa ma fascineze imediat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mi-e dor de mare si n-am venit nici de 24 de ore...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mi-e dor de nisip, de scoici, de sare, pana si de alge...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mi-e dor sa simt ca-mi iese inima din piept...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mi-e dor sa fiu fericita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lipseste ceva ca sa fiu completa...ce?&lt;br /&gt; sti tu?&lt;br /&gt; spune-mi &lt;br /&gt; hai spune-mi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-114157848571018361?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/114157848571018361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/unde-mi-e-fericirea.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/114157848571018361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/114157848571018361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/unde-mi-e-fericirea.html' title='Unde mi-e fericirea?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SoxLum_pb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3z5m7ItIaYA/s72-c/missing-link.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7661221328950758850</id><published>2009-08-06T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:38:08.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect love forever eu si tu ea si el dragoste fericire'/><title type='text'>perfect?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnqkdNdX1wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QG5kF0I_5cU/s1600-h/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnqkdNdX1wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QG5kF0I_5cU/s320/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366782727701387010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She may not be perfect, but neither are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The question is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Are you two perfect for each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7661221328950758850?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7661221328950758850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7661221328950758850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7661221328950758850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect.html' title='perfect?!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnqkdNdX1wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QG5kF0I_5cU/s72-c/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2902684010127874323</id><published>2009-08-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:06:16.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipocrizie amintiri din copilarie de la gradinita o iubesc imi e dor nu ma uita'/><title type='text'>Clipeste si esti mort-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnlYnoxt7QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4dNRYJIPSu8/s1600-h/marilyns_childhood_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnlYnoxt7QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4dNRYJIPSu8/s320/marilyns_childhood_picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417868972748034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....][Sa continuam cu gradinita. Da...Iti aduci aminte de dimineata aia in care va jucati nu stiu ce joc, care acum evident ti se pare ridicol si intruchiparea penibilitatii absolute, atunci ti se parea cel mai important lucru din viata ta. Hai ca iti aduci aminte de dimineata aia in care voiai sa vezi care dintre Jack si Jenny era mai inalt. Prostia aia din dimineata aia? Nu... Nu e prostie. E foarte importanta. De ce? Asculta. Nu te mai grabi. Asculta si nu ma mai intrerupe cu intrebari de genul asta. Amandoi erau putin mai inalti ca tine. Dar nu conta. TU erai coordonatorul de joc. Jocul era al TAU. TU erai cel mai bun. Razi? Ti se pare amuzant? Nu rade ca e viata ta ma. A TA.  Le-ai luat capetele incercand sa sa le apropii ca sa poti vedea rezultatul si i-ai apopiat atat de mult si de repede ca s-au ciocnit. Si i-a durut. Acum mori de ras, nu? Stai nu muri ca mai am nevoie de tine inca viu. Inca. Si cum spuneam, i-a durut. Da, i-a durut si te-au parat educatoarei. Si educatoarea a urlat la tine, un copil de 5 ani. Si a urlat ca esti un copil rau si ca nimeni sa nu mai vorbeasca cu tine. Si ai inceput sa plangi. Te-ai dus frumusel intrun colt, langa rafturile cu jucarii, te-ai asezat, pe scaunelul ala de lemn si ai plans. Ai plans. Era prima data cand plangeai si te vedeau niste necunoscuti. Voiai sa intri in pamant de rusine. Auzi?! Tu plangeai in fata unor necunoscuti. II si vedeai stand in jurul tau si razand cu niste guri uriase si cu un ras malefic aratandu-te cu degetul si tu infundandu-ti obrajii uzi in palme si plangand si mai tare. Bine. Tu iti imaginai toate astea. Nu se uita nimeni la tine, toti isi vedeau de ale lor. Dar tie iti era imposibi sa crezi ca nu observau cum un copil plange pe un scaunel. Cum sa nu observe nimeni? Da a observat cineva. Da. A observat. Cine? Cum cine, ma? Tu tot bou esti. Fata ma. Fata a observat. Josephine a observat. Ea era singura capabila sa observe? Da era, dar doar atunci era singura, mai tarziu nu mai era. De ce? Ce s-a intamplat cu ea? Stai. Vezi cum te grabesti? Nu te mai grabi. Asculta....Am terminat cu gradinita. Ba nu. Mai e ceva. Ce?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2902684010127874323?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2902684010127874323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/clipeste-si-esti-mort-5.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2902684010127874323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2902684010127874323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/08/clipeste-si-esti-mort-5.html' title='Clipeste si esti mort-5'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SnlYnoxt7QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4dNRYJIPSu8/s72-c/marilyns_childhood_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7188045457245226783</id><published>2009-07-25T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:11:56.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantism atingeri te iubesc ochi mari eu tu sarut imbratisare noapte'/><title type='text'>Regasirea romanstismului.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SmtYvGugjQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XX2tc-24fM4/s1600-h/Butterfly_by_fallnangeltears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SmtYvGugjQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XX2tc-24fM4/s400/Butterfly_by_fallnangeltears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362477347597487362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mari. Ai tai. Ai ei. Semiintuneric. Liniste. Pat. Parfum. Fum. Atingeri. Priviri. Sarut. Tremur. Ea. Tu. &lt;br /&gt;Nu ti-a venit sa crezi? Nici ei. Ti-a pasat. Crize de nervi. Asta e bine pentru ca si ei i-a pasat. Pentru cat timp?  Noaptea iti era aliat. Stiu, dar stelele erau de partea mea. Iarba. Apa. Inot. Iti tinea sufletul in brate si ii asculta cantecul. Bum…bum…bum…O strangi si mai tare in brate, de teama sa nu o pierzi sau sa se dizolve in noapte, sa nu cumva sa dispara. Nu voiai sa se mai termine, sa vina zorile, sa plece, sa nu o mai vezi. &lt;br /&gt;Din nou fum. Tachinare. O tachinezi, te tachineaza. Iei 2 palme. Au meritat? Ii dai sa se schimbe, nu o lasi sa se duca la ea acasa sa isi schimbe aripile sau sa iasa din casa ta. Preferi sa o incui acolo ca sa fii sigur ca nu vine altcineva si o rapeste. Nu iti ia mult, dar nici hotului nu-i ia. Gardienii l-au lasat sa intre si asa tu iei 2 amenzi si cateva avertismente. Scapi usor. Apoi e din nou bine. Tu. Ea. Liniste. Si noaptea.  Hotul ti-a spus sa ai grija de fluturele tau, sa nu moara sau sa zboare pentru ca e un fluture special, nu mai e altul ca el. E unic. Si e al tau. &lt;br /&gt;Iti amintesti criza de gelozie. Ca altcieva pusese mana pe fluturele TAU. Si zici “special, auzi. Pai mie-mi spui ma?” si il strangi usor im brate si il saruti ca sa il simti, sa fi sigur ca e acolo, ca nu ti se pare. Esti fericit. Zambesti. Zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mari. Ai tai. Ai ei. Inchisi. Dormi.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata e bine. E tot acolo. Langa tine. &lt;br /&gt;Dar, totusi, unde e noaptea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7188045457245226783?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7188045457245226783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/regasirea-romanstismului.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7188045457245226783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7188045457245226783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/regasirea-romanstismului.html' title='Regasirea romanstismului.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SmtYvGugjQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XX2tc-24fM4/s72-c/Butterfly_by_fallnangeltears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-58234958696861445</id><published>2009-07-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:41:07.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razi de numai poti preot meschiarie banc pacaleala'/><title type='text'>deci...e amuzant</title><content type='html'>Un tinar preot trebuia sa tina prima lui slujba, drept pentru care era extrem de emotionat, chiar simtea panica. Atunci, superiorul lui, Episcopul, vazindu-l atit de stresat, l-a sfatuit ca inainte sa se urce in amvon pentru predica, sa puna un paharel de vodca in paharul cu apa, ca sa se relaxeze si sa aiba curaj. Preotului i-a mers nemaipomenit in prima lui slujba, dar cind a ajuns acasa a gasit pe masa o mica scrisoare din partea Episcopului in care zicea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Draga Parinte, Fiule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur foarte mult ca ti-a mers atit de bine in prima ta slujba si ca ai tinut cont de sfatul pe care ti l-am dat, dar trebuie sa-ti fac anumite observatii:&lt;br /&gt;1. Din acel pahar cu apa trebuie sa iei mici sorbituri nu sa-l dai pe gat dintr-o data.&lt;br /&gt;2. In acel pahar cu apa nu se pune nici gheata, nici felii de lamaie. In plus, eu ti-am spus sa pui putina vodca in paharul cu apa, nu invers...&lt;br /&gt;3. Nu se foloseste Biblia ca suport pentru pahar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nu poti sa te stergi la gura cu sutana.&lt;br /&gt;5. Poruncile lui Dumnezeu sint 10 nu 12.&lt;br /&gt;6. Iar apostolii sint 12 nu 10.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cind vorbesti despre cruce nu poti sa spui ca e acel T mare de deasupra altarului.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cind vorbesti despre Isus si apostoli, nu poti spune ca e "Fiul si banda lui".&lt;br /&gt;9. David l-a invins pe Goliat cu o prastie si o piatra, nu poti sa spui ca "i-a zburat curul cu dinamita"...&lt;br /&gt;10. Cind vorbesti despre Iuda, nu poti sa-l numesti "bulangiu".&lt;br /&gt;11. Tatal, Fiul si Sfintul Duh nu sint Batrinul, Juniorul si Stafia...&lt;br /&gt;12. Nu e frumos sa-l numesti pe Papa "Nasul".&lt;br /&gt;13. Faraonul i-a trimis pe evrei in pribegie, nu in p...a ma-sii.&lt;br /&gt;14. Eva i-a dat lui Adam un mar, nu i-a cedat...&lt;br /&gt;16. Magdalena a fost o pacatoasa nu o curva.&lt;br /&gt;17. Initiativa de a invita publicul sa aplaude a fost buna, dar a fost exagerat sa-l inviti sa danseze Macarena, sa faca trenuletul si sa o inviti pe Sora Daniela sa faca striptease.&lt;br /&gt;18. Apa sfinta se foloseste pentru a binecuvinta, nu pt. a-ti racori ceafa.&lt;br /&gt;19. "Casuta" aia este confesionalul, nu toaleta&lt;br /&gt;20. Pasticul se distribuie crestinilor fara Nutella.&lt;br /&gt;21. Cel de pe cruce era Iisus Cristos si nu Che Guevarra&lt;br /&gt;22. Pacatosii, cind mor, se duc in Infern, nu in aia ma-sii.&lt;br /&gt;23. Vezi sa ai mereu chilotii pe tine si, cind e cald, evita sa-ti faci aer cu sutana.&lt;br /&gt;24. Iti amintesc ca slujba trebuie sa dureze circa 1 ora si nu doua reprize de 45 de minute fiecare, iar cel care era asezat linga tine si pe care l-ai numit "travestit cu fusta rosie" eram eu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest a fost bine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-58234958696861445?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/58234958696861445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/decie-amuzant.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/58234958696861445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/58234958696861445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/decie-amuzant.html' title='deci...e amuzant'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7086403037602339253</id><published>2009-07-13T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:01:59.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipeste si esti mort statui amintiri razboi cu constiinta'/><title type='text'>Clipeste si esti mort-4</title><content type='html'>...A facut-o si pe asta.][ A observat ca aveai parul negru, foarte negru, cel mai negru par din toti oamenii cu parul negru era al tau. Observase si ochii. Pe aia ii observase primii pentru ca erau albastrii, erau atat de albastrii, erau ca albastrul cerului intr-o zi de primavara. Un albastru pur, cald, deschis, ca sa contrasteze cu parul tau negru. Si ce contrast frumos iesea. Ti-a observat si ploverul ala maro cu model negru si la gat camasa alba. Probabil s-a ganditi ca ai tai nu detin cea mai buna masina de calcat pentru ca atat gulerul de la camasa, care era intr-adevar alba, cat si pantalonii erau usor sifonati, dar apoi s-a uitat la tatal tau, care era bine mbracat si foarte bine aranjat si atunci si-a imaginat ca esti un baiat "de clasa" si ca ti-ai sifonat hainele in limuzina care te-a adus la gradinita. Si s-a mai gandit si la mama ta, care trebuie sa fie o doamna, si care acum probabil ia ceaiul in biblioteca, sau pe terasa conacului vostru discutand cu prietenele ei sau citind o carte. Si apoi si-a adus aminte de ea, de familia ei, care traia intr-un apartament (ca si tine de altfel) la periferia orasului (numai ca tu locuiai in cealalta parte al orasului) si s-a gandit la tatal si la mama ei care probabil atunci se certau ca nu stiau de unde sa faca rost de bani pentru ca ea sa continuie lectiile de balet si sa poate platii chiria si toate facturile si atunci a inceput sa planga. Ai observat imediat asta. Bine, dupa ce observasesi ca are un par saten deschis foarte bine ingrijit, frumos pieptanat in doua codite si o funtita rosie in par si niste ohii verzi si luminosi.Ai observat si rochita, si ea tot verde si cu rosu, in carouri si sosetele stralucitor de albe care acopereau mare parte din piciorusele ei. Dar stiu ca ti-au placut pantofii ei. Negroo, foarte negrii cu o funtita rosie langa glezna. Ti s-a parut atunci ca o cam strang si ca sunt mult prea rigizi la cat de delicata era ea. Si atunci ti-ai inchipuit ca are o sora mai mare si ca ei i-au ramas mici si atunci ea e obligata sa ii poarte ca sa nu umble desculta. Dar ai remarcat orgoliul familiei, sa nu se vada ca nu au ce manca si atunci fetita lor trebuia sa arate impecabil. Fanteziile voastre se apropiau putin de realitate. Fata nimerise faptul ca tu nu ai cea mai buna masina de calcat din cate exista si ca mama ta chiar lua ceaiul, dar nu in biblioteca sau pe veranda unui conac, ci pe balconul apatamentului unui amarat de bloc, si nu citind sau discutand cu prietenele ei, ci fumand si plangand ca nu are ce sa iti ofere. Tu in schimb, te-ai apropiat mai mult, ai citit mai bine omul. Ai recunoscut orgoliul familiei ei si faptul ca pantofii erau primiti de la cinva care i-a mai purtat inainte, nu de la o sora, pentru ca nu avea una, ci de la o vecina, dar era adevarat ca erau mult prea rigizi si parca o si strangeau putin pe saraca fetita. Cu timpul, ai inceput sa iti imparti jucariile cu ea, fara sa scoateti nici macar o vorba, de teama probabil de a nu strica contactul vizual din prima zi de gradinita. Cum spuneam, ai inceput sa iti imparti jucariile cu ea si apoi si ea cu tine, si mai tarziu erati cei mai buni prieteni fara sa stiti nimic unul despre celalalt. Ai aflat apoi ca pe ea o cheama Josephine, iar ea a aflat ca pe tine te cheama Joel. Ce banal si caraghios, penibil ti-a sunat numele tau in comparatie cu al ei atunci....Oh Doamne..refuzai sa-ti spui numele cand era si ea prezenta. Numai tu stii de ce. Sau cel putin atunci stiai...sau nu stiai nici atunci. Dar oricum iti era rusine. Acum ar trebui sa iti fie rusine de ceea ce esti nu de ceea ce erai atunci. Chiar daca ti-era rusine ai continuat sa te joci cu ea. Acum mai esti capabil sa legi o prietenie fara sa cunosti nimic despre persoana in cauza? Nu stii? Cum nu stii? Nu stii cine esti? Pai ar fi cazul as aflii. Nu mai esti capabil ma. Ce te uitit la mine cu ochii aia goi? Nu stii ce sunt niste "ochii goi"? Aaaa....Nu intelegi termenul? Doamne! Da tu chiar esti absent total. Cum sa nu stii ce sunt aia niste "ochi goi"? Niste "ohi goi" sunt niste ochi care nu spun nimic, care nu te fac sa iti muti privirea de la ei de teama de a nu-ti afla cele mai ascunse dorinte, niste ochii care nu au pic de stralucire, niste ochi care nu spun nimic pentru ca sunt reprezentarea indiferentei din viata ta. Dumnezeu a facut lumea din nimic, deci nimicul e ceva? Asta zici? Da, adevarat. Deci nu esti chiar atat de prost. Da, ma. Dumnezeu a facut lumea din nimic si "nimicul"se mai vede inca da nu trebuie sa il lasi asa. Dumnezeu ti-a dat "nimic"ca tu sa-l transformi in "ceva". Ce? N-aud eu bine? Esti de acord si nu ai mai pus vreodata problema asa? Da ai pus si tu vreodata vreo "problema" in "vreun fel"? Da? Bine atunci. E un pas inainte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7086403037602339253?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7086403037602339253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7086403037602339253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7086403037602339253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-4.html' title='Clipeste si esti mort-4'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6222594744611148200</id><published>2009-07-07T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:09:37.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terapie prin ras yoga purificare'/><title type='text'>ai ras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ5boOTyz_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ5boOTyz_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6222594744611148200?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6222594744611148200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/ai-ras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6222594744611148200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6222594744611148200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/ai-ras.html' title='ai ras?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8763520858462117851</id><published>2009-07-07T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:07:59.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipeste si esti mort-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SlNkuawI3HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JUyLtNhB0ik/s1600-h/dsdf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SlNkuawI3HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JUyLtNhB0ik/s400/dsdf.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355735130491640946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Asta e rolul tau.][ Sa il faci pe el sa vada cat de norocos e. Vai ce naiv esti! Saracul de tine. Tu chiar credeai ca ii pasa. Doamne, cum am mai dat eu si peste tine. Pai am dat peste tine din greseala, ca eu defapt, urmaream pe altul, cu un caz mult mai usor decat al tau, dar am nimerit in alt autobuz si acum ce vrei? Am dat peste tine, si merg pana la capat. Care e capatul? O sa aflii. Peste cinci minute, peste zece, peste douazeci, maine, poimaine, peste o saptamana, doua saptamani, trei, un an, doi, trei, pana cand vei stii. Atunci chiar vei stii si tu ceva. Zici ca mi-am batut joc de tine?  De ce? Nu am spus adevarul? Crezi ca am inflorit eu povestea, doar asa ca sa ma distrez? Sa umplu pagina? Nu domn'le. Nu. Am spus viata ta in 30 de randuri si nici macar atat n-ai vazut. O sa-ti ia mai mult decat am crezut. Ce? Nu te-ai recunoscut? Eu stiu tot. TOT. Totul e mare. Stiu TOT despre TINE. Cu ce vrei sa incepem? Gradinita? Bine, mie imi convine. Cel mai greu e la liceu. Ce vrei sa sar peste gradinita? Nu...Gradinita e esentiala...De ce te grabesti? Nu te grabi. Asculta...Asculta..&lt;br /&gt; Doamne cat a mai cautat mama ta o gradinita care sa iti placa. Te plimbasesi prin toate gradinitele din oras, pana cand ai gasit una care ti-a placut tie mult. Te impresionase serbarea de Craciun si atunci mama ta a ales gradinita aia. Era cea mai buna gradinita din oras. Dar tu nu stiai asta si putin te intersa, aduti aminte insa ca ai plans multe zile cand te aduceau parintii tai la gradinita si te lasau acolo. Te puneai pe un plans de parca te-ar fi lasat pe o insula pustie. Cu timpul te-ai obisnuit si nu ai mai plans. Nu-ti aduci aminte cand la trei ani te-a dus tatal tau in prima zi de gradinita si te uitai ca o bufnita, cu ochii mari, incercand sa vezi tot dintr-o singura privire, mari, foarte mari, parca voiau sa iti iasa din cap si sa se inalte, sa se inalte atat de sus incat puteai vedea tot, tot ce misca. Te holbai fara pic de nonsalanta. Si atunci nu iti pasa ca baietii aia batausi din coltul stang al camerei abia asteptau sa plece tatal tau si sa ramai singur ca sa poata "face cunostinta" cu tine, sau mai bine zis, asteptau ca tu sa faci cunostinta cu pumnii si bocancii lor. Si te-ai hlobat in continuare, pana cand ai vazut altii ochi de bufnita, care se uitau la fel ca tine. Ochi vii, ochii care ardeau dupa detalii, dupa tot. Atunci observasesti si pata de cafea de sub catedra. Acum ai mai fi observat-o? Nu stii? Iti spun eu ca nu. Sa revenim la secventa aia in care ochii tai de bufnita au intalnit ochii ei de bufnita si aici se reproduce cel mai frumos lucru pe care orice material de arta il poate oferii : un baiat cu ochii de bufnita, intalneste o fata cu ochii de bufnita. Te-ai holbat in continuare, dar de data asta nu mai voiai sa vezi TOTUL ci, voiai sa vezi TOTUL care tinea NUMAI DE EA. Dar ea? Ea era infometata dupa detalii si nu se rezuma numai la detaliile tale. Te-a studiat la inceput. Da. A facut-o si pe asta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8763520858462117851?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8763520858462117851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8763520858462117851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8763520858462117851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-3.html' title='Clipeste si esti mort-3'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SlNkuawI3HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JUyLtNhB0ik/s72-c/dsdf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3094468695006836933</id><published>2009-07-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:09:35.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorena mckennitt tango de evora melodie compune'/><title type='text'>Doar daca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iijklrtljnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iijklrtljnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca as fi o melodie, din ce note muzicale m-ai compune?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3094468695006836933?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3094468695006836933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/doar-daca.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3094468695006836933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3094468695006836933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/doar-daca.html' title='Doar daca...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6922681882462838686</id><published>2009-07-05T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:54:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipeste si esti mort-2</title><content type='html'>Cand stai fata in fata cu o statuie, orice ai face nu te uita in alta parte, uite-te in ochii ei. Infrunt-o. Omoar-o inainte sa te omoare ea pe tine. Nu clipi, nu respira. Priveste in ochii ei. Priveste in ei si ai scapat. Nu mai poate sa iti faca nimic. Daca cedezi, nu mai ai scapare. Nu uita. Nu clipi si nu respira. De cate ori clipesti, se apropie si mai tare de tine  si te inspaimanta, baga groaza in tine. Si atunci le iei locul. Pentru ca ele sunt geloase pe tine. Dar ele nu stiu ca tu stii asta. Daca stii asta, nu iti mai pot face nimic. Stii de ce sunt geloase pe tine? Ca poti sa lupti si cu ochii inchisi si legat si in toate felurile. Lupti. Lupti. Si lupti din nou. Ele nu pot sa lupte decat daca nu te uiti la ele. Si din cauza asta mor de invidie, te-ar strivi, te-ar strivi ca pe un gandac. Si atunci? Ar fi mai puternice. Si nu sunt singurele care sunt geloase pe tine. Nu...Ce stii tu? Vrei sa zici ca stii? Ce stii, ma? Nu stii nimic, ma. Stiai ma ca si zeii sunt gelosi pe tine, pe noi ? Nu stiai, ma. Nu stiai. Zeii ma. Razii, da razii acum. E amuzant. Cum sa fie Zeii gelosi pe tine? Un amarat. Un muritor. Da, sunt gelosi. De ce? Pai tocmai de aia. Ca esti muritor. Pentru ca lupti. Pentru ca traiesti fiecare clipa intens si te bucuri. Nu? Nu te bucuri? Ba da, te bucuri. Poate nu acum, dar nu nega. Te bucuri. In fiecare zi te bucuri. Da nu observi. Sunt gelosi pe tine, pentru ca poti muri oricand. Spune-mi ca macar atat stiai. Da. Poti muri oricand. Si atunci faci fiecare lucru incercand sa dai tot ce ai mai bun din tine, pentru ca ti-e teama. Ti-e  teama ca nu vei mai avea timp sa-l faci si mai bine. Ei nu pot sa faca asta. Ei au tot timpul sa faca acelasi lucru si la nesfarsit daca vor. Dar tu nu ai. De ce crezi ca sunt Zei care au renuntat la nemurire pentru un muritor? Din dragoste? Dragoste? Stiam ca asta ai sa zici. Naivule. Nu din dragoste ma. Din invidie. Ca sa poate face ceva stiind ca e posibil sa nu mai apuce sa-l faca. Iar ma intrebi de dragoste? Lasa dragostea, ca aia e pentru prosti. Da tu esti un prost. Ca si mine. Ca si el. Ca si toata lumea. Toata lumea e proasta. Dar Zeii nu. Ei nu iubesc. Pentru ei dragostea, ca si nemurirea era o obligatie, o povara. Uite alt motiv pentru care pana si Zeii sunt gelosi pe viata ta. Pe fiinta ta. Ar face oricand schimb cu tine. Mai putin Zeus, ca e ipocrit. Ma intrebi de ce? Pai afla. Asta n-o sa ti-o mai spun eu. Ma intrebi din nou de ce? Pai uite ca te-am facut sa vrei sa aflii si atunci inseamna ca esti pe drumul cel bun. Asa-i ca nu te-ai mai gandit la seful tau? Ca nu te-ai mai gandit ca n-o sa iti dea din nou prima de salariu, asa-i? Sau ca aia de la telefoane iar te-au penalizat ca n-ai platit la timp. Asa-i? Zi ca nu-i asa. Nu ai cum. Nu poti sa ma contrazici. Tu nu poti sa faci nimic. Nu faci decat sa te plangi ca viata ta e o mizerie. Dar Dumnezeu e marinimos, si ti-a lasat mana libera sa  o cureti. Hai ca macar sa faci curatenie trebuie sa stii. Iti plangi de mila, iti inventezi problemele si ii dai cate 400 de dolari mosului aluia care in fiecare joi de la ora 4 dup-amiaza iti asculta miorlaiala. Si mai da din cap ca te intelege si mai zice din cand in cand "da", "inteleg", "continua, te rog". Ai observat ca are o zgarietura mica pe lentila dreapta de la ochielari? Si ca are nasul carn? Nu? Of...Chiar credeai ca te asculta si ca te intelege? Doamne. Tu chiar esti prost. Nu se gandeste ma la problemele tale, pardon, la inventiile tale, pentru ca ai o imaginatie bogata, trebuie sa recunosc. Nu ma, il doare undeva de tine, la fel si de ala dinaintea ta, sau de ala de dupa tine. De ce crezi ca te tine cate ore vrei tu? Ca sa iti ia banii ma, ca doar il platesti cu ora. In timp ce te asculta pe tine, sau pe cutarica, se gandeste ca mai urmeaza un bou ca tine dupa si ca iar o sa-l apuce durerea de cap si se mai gandeste cat de norocos e ca pe el il asteapta nevasta-sa cu o mancare calda pe masa si tu te duci si mananci mancare din conserva. Da. Asta e rolul tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6922681882462838686?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6922681882462838686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6922681882462838686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6922681882462838686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-si-esti-mort-2.html' title='Clipeste si esti mort-2'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3521682529362698970</id><published>2009-07-02T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:24:41.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statui neclintire prostie gand'/><title type='text'>Clipeste si esti mort-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Skz9ShULciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mot4dtgDEgw/s1600-h/07Versailles_statuie_sus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Skz9ShULciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mot4dtgDEgw/s400/07Versailles_statuie_sus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353932551659156002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statuile. Le-ai vazut peste tot. Le-ai vazut cum stau. In parcuri, pe cladiri, in scolii, in magazine, peste tot. Nu le-ai observat mereu. De ce? Pentru ca esti un om grabit. Da, esti un om grabit. Nu vrei sa recunosti asta, ti-e rusine ca nu vezi ce e in drumul tau cand mergi pe jos la munca si iti injuri seful ala mare si burtos si cel mai rau e dimineata cand te milogesti de vecinul tau sa iti imprumute masina lui pentru ca nu poti sa faci si tu niste economii. Vecinul e marinimos? Eh...Iti da vechea lui rabla. Nu i-ai vazut noua masina? Da tu te multumesti si cu atat nu te stresezi sa obtii ceva mai bun. Nu. Mergi dupa deviza "Ce imi da Dumnezeu". Te gandesi la diminetile alea aglomerate cum stai in intersectii si fierbi la volan si e 7 dimineata un bou iti faie fata si esti nervos entru ca ti se pare o greseala de neiertat si atunci DA! claxoneaza ! Claxoneaza!! Te gandesti la haosul din orasul tau cand “batranii trec strada prin locuri nemarcate, un fel de sport extrem la varste inaintate” si pui o frana brusca si incepe sa te doara stomacul pentru ca ar vrea sa dea afara ce se presupune ca ar fi trebuit sa manaci. Te gandesti de ce esti singur si de ce fosta ta sotie te-a parasit. Nu sti nici macar atat. Te-a parasit ma, ca nu o observai, ca uitai cand e ziua ei sau cand e aniversarea casatoriei voastre, sau si mai rau cand te astepta cate o ora la restaurant si tu nu mai apareai. Tu uitai. Iti cerai scuze de fiecare data. Te ierta. Stii de ce te ierta de fiecare data cand uitai sau cand erai un bou? Pentru ca te iubea ma, de aia. Dar tu erai mult prea grabit ca sa observi macar atat. Tu nu stiai si nu observai niciodata nimic. Dar mai stii ceva? Toate te observau pe tine cum tu nu le observai pe ele. Si stii care erau cele mai rele? Statuile, da..ele erau cele mai rele. Mai ales ca erau peste tot. Peste tot. Chiar si in casa ta. In dormitorul tau, sufrageria ta, biroul tau, chiar si in baia ta, da oricum tu nu observai ingerasul ala de langa suportul pentru sampoane. Si tot ele te cunosteau cel mai bine. Cand nu te uiti la ele, ele se uita la tine si vad tot. Ce gandesti, ce simti, ce vrei sau nu vrei sa faci. Tot. Si te pandesc. Da. Te pandesc. Se uita la tine pana faci ceva gresit sau si mai rau, esti grabit si nu observi ce e in jurul tau, si atunci te ataca. Cand se uita ele la tine, si nu tu la ele atunci esti mort. Atunci chiar uiti tot. Uiti pana si de seful tau. Daca te prind, nu mai scapi. Esti mort ma, nu pricepi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3521682529362698970?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3521682529362698970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-sau-mori-1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3521682529362698970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3521682529362698970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/07/clipeste-sau-mori-1.html' title='Clipeste si esti mort-1'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Skz9ShULciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mot4dtgDEgw/s72-c/07Versailles_statuie_sus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-72096336280562610</id><published>2009-06-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:22:26.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droguri porno trafic'/><title type='text'>Droguri, sex si filme porno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sj5Lhx0KtpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nf2s8ZMjTts/s1600-h/2065-sex-drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sj5Lhx0KtpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nf2s8ZMjTts/s320/2065-sex-drugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349796451042637458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi amiteam bine aminte daca ajunsesem cu propriile forte pana in baie sau daca  rugasem pe cineva sa ma care pana acolo, desi nu cred ca as fi avut pe cine pentru ca nu era nimeni destul de treaz sa ma inteleaga, da’ pai sa ma care pana in baie. M-am trezit in baie cand talpile mele avusesera primul contact direct cu gresia rece. Nu stiam bine ce cautam in baie sau de ce am vrut sa vin acolo. Ma simteam atat de obosita de parca as fi facut ocolul pamantului alergand fara oprire si fara sa primesc nici macar o nenorocita de gura de apa. Mi-am aruncat intr-un colt tricoul si pantalonii, care nici macar nu erau ai mei, nu stiam ai cui erau sau cum au ajuns pe mine, nu conta. Am intrat inca ametita in cada rece mirosind a tutun, a votca si bere si, probabil, a duhoarea ultimului care furase o bucata din mine , toate cat mai ieftine. Am lasat apa sa curga pana am simtit primele picaturi de apa calda. Déjà ma simteam mai bine, apa calda imi facea bine, imi placea cum trupul amortit se reincalzea de fiecare data cand o noua picatura ateriza pe el si revenea din nou la temperature rece de dinainte. Eram atat de rece incat puteai spune cu usurinta ca eram moarta de muult. Nu imi fusese frig, probabil trecusem de punctul acela maxim de inghet, incat devenisem imuna la frig. Nu stiu exact cat am stat sub dus, era o senzatie atat de placuta, nu imi pasa cata apa consum, nu era pe banii mei intrucat nu eram acasa. Am continuat sa mai stau sub dus. Nu ma induram sa plec. Era ca si cum cineva ma tinea cu forta acolo. Probabil nu puteam opri apa pentru ca speram ca daca apa imi inunda fiecare por al pielii ar fi sters definitive duhoarea copilariei. Nu  fusesem niciodata un copil in adevaratul sens al cuvandului. Draga mea “copilarie” a fost umflata de mucuri de tigara, sticle goale de alcool si filme porno. Am avut totusi noroc. Cei care ma adunasera de pe drumuri la 12 ani ma considerau destul de urata si cu un corp suficient de “imperfect” ca sa fiu actrita in filmele lor. Cand A. m-a gasit lesinata de foame, dormind intr-un colt al unei stradute inguste din X, i-a fost mila de mine, sau cel putin asa inca ma pacalesc sa cred asta, sau poate ca spera sa ia ceva bani pe mine, gandindu-se ca macar la spalat podele si veceuri si la gatit puteam fi buna. Din pacate, A. nu a avut noroc. Tuturor celor care a incercat sa ma “doneze”, cum spunea el, le-am parut incapabila de orice fel de munca si prea urata ca sa sa ma tina macar pentru curatatul custii unui caine de cateva sute de dolari si de fiecare data cand era obligat sa ma care inapoi in apartamentul imputit in care traiam, imi dadea de mancare. In fiecare seara primeam acelasi fel de mancare. Nu eram mofturoasa si nici pretentioasa. In fiecare seara mancam…..bataie. Poate daca inceta sa ma chinuie cu bataia si imi dadea voie sa ma spal cu apa calda si sapun, nu doar cu apa rece si detergent de vase, pentru ca era mai ieftin, as fi aratat suficient de bine ca sa ma accepte cineva. A. castiga destul de bine din regia filmelor porno si traficul de fete fie pentru organe sau sex. Avea mai multi bani decat avea oricine altcineva din blocul in care traiam, loc in care se si filma. M-am intrebat odata de ce nu isi cumpara o vila luxoasa. Isi permitea zece vile, nu doar una, dar imediat raspunsul mi-a inundat capul. Daca ar fi locuit intr-o astfel de vila, ar fi fost probabil mult mai expus politiei decat daca ar fi locuit aici, intr-un banal bloc de pensionari si de vaduve, care nu ieseau din casa decat dimineata sa cumpere ziarul si sa isi cumpere mancare pentru ziua curenta, uneori sa-si ia pensile si carora nu le pasa ce se intampla in apartamentul 23 dat fiind faptul ca nu vedea niciodata pe nimeni iesind sau intrand, deci habar n-aveau nici macar daca locuia cineva acolo, pentru ca pe A. isi permisese sa izoleze fonic apartamentul, iar geamul era dinainte sa ne mutam acolo vopsit fumuriu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce s-a intamplat mai departe? Ce crezi?&lt;br /&gt;A venit Fat-Frumos si m-a salvat si acum am o slujba decent si traim fericiti pana cand moartea ne va desparti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu. Acum sunt ascociata lui A. pentru ca sunt suficient de desteapta sa ii administrez bine banii si nu, nu mi-e mila de fetitele pe care le aduce. Acum nu le sechestreaza, ele vin de buna-voie. Isi merita soarta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-72096336280562610?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/72096336280562610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/droguri-sex-si-filme-porno.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/72096336280562610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/72096336280562610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/droguri-sex-si-filme-porno.html' title='Droguri, sex si filme porno...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Sj5Lhx0KtpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nf2s8ZMjTts/s72-c/2065-sex-drugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8539968462428591026</id><published>2009-06-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:32:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMyNDzv5Xvs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMyNDzv5Xvs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E genial. Cata dreptate are!!!&lt;br /&gt;GENIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uitati-va:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8539968462428591026?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8539968462428591026/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8539968462428591026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8539968462428591026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html' title='genial...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-9027054325378552286</id><published>2009-06-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:43:46.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghicitoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfaturi'/><title type='text'>TREBUIE SA GANDESC OPTIMIST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SjjI2aGyUTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NvNNZJLE2P4/s1600-h/tarot224494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348245394548740402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SjjI2aGyUTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NvNNZJLE2P4/s320/tarot224494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am vistat ca mi se intampla asta:&lt;br /&gt;"-Ba, esti ciudata! spunea femeia in timp ce aranja cartile de tarot pe masa care ne despartea, iat eu nici nu intrasem bine in camera in care statea. Ciudat era ca, pentru camera unei ghicitoare, peretele ei era plin de icoane si masa pe care "dadea" in carti era acoperita cu un covoras subtire tot cu o imagine religioasa.&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm...probabil..&lt;br /&gt;- Trage o carte!&lt;br /&gt;...(moment in care eu trag o carte, i-o intind curioasa, iar ea o intoarce cu fata in sus)&lt;br /&gt;-Mda...spune ea convinsa, ai noroc la examene(e adevarat, recunosc)...mda...nu stiu....esti dezechilibrata...acu vrei acu nu vrei...daca iti propui ceva faci, daca nu, nu si pace! &lt;em&gt;rade&lt;/em&gt;. Trage o carte! ...Ai apendicita scoasa?&lt;br /&gt;- :-??????,...nu...&lt;br /&gt;- Deci nu ai nimic grav, dar ia sa iti faci tu niste analize ca ai ceva mic acolo, nu stiu o cadere nervoasa, de calciu, de tensiune, nu stiu, da fa-ti analizele. O sa faci si o operatie, probabil apendicita...trage o carte! Ai prieten?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu iti prea pasa de relatii, nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu prea...n-am gasit pe nimeni suficent de interesant...&lt;br /&gt;- Aha...pai oricum o sa te casatoresti tarziu. O sa ai o cariera buna, bine platita. Nu stiu sigur in ce domeniu, da nu medicina sau ceva legat numai de birou. O sa ai si munca de birou si de teren.&lt;br /&gt;Da, bai, esti ciudata rau. Asa esti tu mai inchisa?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu, sunt destul de sociabila...&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ma refer la contactul cu restul. Adica stiu ca iesi cu lumea, ca vorbesti etc...da esti inchisa in tine, si esti negativista, nu?&lt;br /&gt;- Ei...mi s-a mai spus ca sunt pesimista...dar..&lt;br /&gt;- Ia sa fi tu mai optimista ca ce naiba, la varsta ta .....distreza-te si nu mai gandi atat. Ai boala gandirii...Mananca niste mere...o sa-ti faca bine. Si fi mai OPTIMISTA!!!! AUZI?&lt;br /&gt;- A...o sa incerc..cum sa fac asta?&lt;br /&gt;- O sa te descurci.&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai grija! Fa-ti analizele si FI OPTIMISTA!!! "&lt;br /&gt;si m-a pus pe ganduri...ca doar sufar de mania gandirii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totusi, are dreptate, dar cum sa fiu optimista? Help! Sfaturi ceva?&lt;br /&gt;P.S: am incercat deja ascultatul delfinilor, nu m-a ajutat prea mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-9027054325378552286?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/9027054325378552286/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/trebuie-sa-gandesc-optimist.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9027054325378552286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/9027054325378552286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/trebuie-sa-gandesc-optimist.html' title='TREBUIE SA GANDESC OPTIMIST!!!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SjjI2aGyUTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NvNNZJLE2P4/s72-c/tarot224494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-6358095043799451880</id><published>2009-06-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:37:35.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corectitudine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinovat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma opun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><title type='text'>Eu o sa vorbesc, tu o sa mori ascultandu-ma.</title><content type='html'>Nu pot sa continui sa tac de fiecare data cand nu sunt de acord cu cineva, cu tine doar pentru ca “sunt o domnisoara si domnisoarele nu comenteaza niciodata. Educatia le impune asta.”. Pai tu crezi ca ala e tampit sa nu-si dea seama ca urlu la el numai uitandu-ma la el. Isi da seama, ca nu e chiar atat de prost si la ce fata am si un orb si-ar da seama ca ma abtin atat de tare sa nu fac scandal ca un fost drogat caruia dupa 2 ani de absinenta ii pui in fata un joint.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa continui sa inchid ochii de fiecare data cand tu deschizi un subiect, ma enervezi, ma iriti si apoi intorci problema in asa fel incat eu ies VINOVATA si tu esti VICTIMA. Nu e correct! Si o sa-mi spui “asa, si? Obisnuieste-te, asa se intampla mereu!”. Nu. Nu o sa se mai intample. Nu o sa spun ca asa imi e soarta, destinul meu, nu, in niciun caz. Nici macar nu cred in destin. Cineva destept a spus odata ca destinul e scuza celor slabi si opera celor tari. (Cred ca Nicolae Titulescu). EU nu o sa mai dau vina pe destin pentru ca mi-ai bagat pumnul in gura de fiecare data cand am vrut sa obiectez sau sa iti urlu in fata ca nu ai dreptate si ca tu esti singurul vinovat, dar tu tot ce ai fi facut ar fi fost sa-mi spui ca daca am ceva de obiectat sa ma duc la drept. Poate o sa ma duc, dar nu o sa spun niciodata ca ala a fost destinul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui mereu “asta-I viata.” “accepta-ti soarta/destinul”. Tu ti l-ai acceptat. Si? Ce ai ajuns? Un ratat, un om de nimic..si cati altii sunt ca tine, ai dat intotdeauna vina pe soarta. Ea era vinovata ca tu te imbatai ca un porc si o bateai pe amarata aia de femeie care manca bataie numai de dragul copilului aluia care acu zace langa masa in cimitir. Dar destinul tau te-a salvat, ziua furi sau cersesti pentru ca ti-e prea lene sa muncesti, fie si sa strangi sticle goale sau sa duci caruturile oamenilor de la supermarketuri inapoi in “tarc”, e mult mai usor sa intinzi mana si sa speri ca un amarat care crede ca pomana e calea spre mantuire iti va da un leu ca nu iti trebuie chiar atat de multi. Te multumesti cu o paine-doua pe zi si cu o sticle de votka ieftina. Cat mai ieftina, cea mai ieftina chiar, asa poti sa-ti iei doua. Esti patetic, nici macar demn de mila. Ti-ai vinde si rudele din mormant daca ai putea si daca ti le-ar lua cineva, dar nu conteaza, poate sa-ti dea si un leu pe ele, atata timp cat leul ala e adevarat si nu de la Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai trist e cand dai, beat fiind, peste o amarata care a lucrat pana tarziu si o inghesoi la 11 noaptea intr-un boschete ca nah esti animal si ai si tu nevoile tale. Daca amarata comenteaza si tipa, se mai allege si pe langa un viol imperfect pentru ca e putin probabil sa nimeresti gaura corecta si cu o bataie zdravana care o lasa probabil schiloada sau cu trauma fizice si psihice. Slava Domnului ca nu suferi de vreo BTS ca saracei atat ii mai trebuie. Pacat ca nu ai cancer. Unul complet, sa te manace de viu incet, dureros,  sa-ti roada toate organele si tu sa simti cum musca de fiecare data din tine, la fiecare inghititura. Meriti sa mori. Nu-ti face grija, nu esti singurul si oricum, daca ai muri tu, corect(din nou corectitudinea…ih..)ar fi sa moara si ceilalti, dar cum ceilalti au destule bunuri cat sa mituiasca moartea, atunci ea te ocoleste si pe tine si atunci se duce la cineva NEVINOVAT pentru ca trebuie sa ia pe cineva cu ea, doar asta e meseria ei. Nu se poate intoarce niciodata cu mana goala.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, intr-o zi o sa mori. Si atunci, cineva care a auzit doar cum te cheama si ca te-ai cam dus, o sa ma intrebe:&lt;br /&gt;-          A murit Xulescu. Cum te simti?&lt;br /&gt;Si eu o sa le zambesc prosteste, pentru ca o sa ma amuze faptul ca cineva chiar a intrebat de tine, o sa ii raspund, o sa fie dreptul meu la replica si o sa o spun cu atata placere ca o sa te zvarcolesti in mormant:&lt;br /&gt;-          Ei…cum sa ma simt. In fiecare zi mor cativa Xulesti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-6358095043799451880?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/6358095043799451880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-o-sa-vorbesc-tu-o-sa-mori-ascultandu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6358095043799451880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/6358095043799451880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-o-sa-vorbesc-tu-o-sa-mori-ascultandu.html' title='Eu o sa vorbesc, tu o sa mori ascultandu-ma.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4336084054248119073</id><published>2009-05-29T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:38:10.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea e "dulceata"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SiArdH5alOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MCdv8pqO3ys/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341316937397474530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SiArdH5alOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MCdv8pqO3ys/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SiAq_JHZFgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kc-IZ3wrZjY/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341316422328456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SiAq_JHZFgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kc-IZ3wrZjY/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4336084054248119073?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4336084054248119073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/ea-e-dulceata.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4336084054248119073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4336084054248119073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/ea-e-dulceata.html' title='Ea e &quot;dulceata&quot;'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SiArdH5alOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MCdv8pqO3ys/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5077272226699650127</id><published>2009-05-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:24:45.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mi se intampla mie...</title><content type='html'>Doamne....cum de tocmai mie? cum de tocmai azi,cand eram libera si voiam sa ma ocup mai mult de mine, pentru ca recunosc, in ultima vreme m-am cam neglijat, nu ma refer la faptul ca nu m-am spalat sau pieptanat, Doamne fereste, ci la faptul ca nu am aratat tocmai ca o "domnisoara" , cum spune mama ca ar trebui sa arat. Imi pregatisem deja tot arsenalul pentru infrumusetare, ba chiar ma schimbasem de pijamalele cu care stateam, ca de obicei, de altfel, si mama, draga de ea, urla din usa ca vrea cineva sa ma vada. Cum in seara asta am curtea plina de femei "care ii ajuta" pe ai mei sa pregateasca pomana de maine, ma gandeam ca este vreuna din babe, dar, dimpotriva, verisoara mea, pe care n-o mai vazusesm de la botez, botezul ei, ("sunt aprilie, zis priel, a banani de vand si ger, corcodusii infloresc, toate florile trezesc"-asta recita in momentul de fata) era tare dornica sa ma vada, sau cunoasca pentru ca ma indoiesc ca isi mai aduce aminte fata mea de la 6 ani....&lt;br /&gt;Draga noastra "prietenie", a inceput prin a-i prezenta hamsterul meu, care ma indoiesc ca apuca ziua de maine, daca nu pleaca mai repede. Recunosc. Am remarcat inca de la inceput ca e isteata pentru o fetita de 6 ani prin intrebarile pe care mi le punea si apoi explicatiile pe care mi le dadea la anumite lucruri. Am fost surprinsa ca auzise de hamster si de porcusor de Guineea sau de "cacpus". E tare amuzanta si foarte dragalasa. I-am facut acu ceva timp o poza. O sa o postez. E blonda cu ochii mari caprui si rade tare dragalas. M-a intrebat la un momentdat daca hamsterului ii intra rumegus in fund, fiind totusi prima data cand vede unul. Asta m-a amuzat. Apoi s-a tot fatait pe balcon, uitandu-se cu ploua si realizand totusi ca este la o distanta destul de mare fata de sol. A descoperit si camera cu "comori". D'abia am scos-o de acolo dupa ce i-am umplut 2 plase cu jucarele, cartulii, papusi si altele. Apoi i-am facut niste poze, iar acum d'abia am calmat-o, dandu-i sa deseneze si continuand se recite poezii. Eu scriu acum pe jos, iar supararea pe mama n-o sa-mi treaca prea curand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Tata tocmai a intrebat-o daca pleaca acum, sau daca pleaca la 12 noaptea cu bunica-sa. Evident, raspunsul a fost "Nu", iar eu urmeaza sa mai fiu chinuita cateva ore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeule...putina mila????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-5077272226699650127?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5077272226699650127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-mi-se-intampla-mie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5077272226699650127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5077272226699650127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-mi-se-intampla-mie.html' title='Nu mi se intampla mie...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7242580570437801806</id><published>2009-05-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:27:55.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am probleme cu tensiunea!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ShrHAtOmdzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zdoqNVVpNDk/s1600-h/impulses_of_my_heart____by_anichka93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339799123155908402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ShrHAtOmdzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zdoqNVVpNDk/s320/impulses_of_my_heart____by_anichka93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se poate intampla oricui, nu? Dar nu tie! Oooo...ba da...chiar si tie. Si mie chiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca am probleme cu tensiunea.( sper totusi ca n-am nimic si ca trece de la sine pentru ca planuisem sa ma apuc de fumat. mintea mea bolnava se gandea ca ii cam place cum plamanii se elibereaza de fum...constiinta mea inca ii opune rezistenta...) De ce ? E o senzatie ciudata. Daca as putea sa-mi vizualizez inima in momentele alea, probabil as vedea ca bate mai repede, ca atunci cand alergi Km-trii intregi, dar cum nu pot sa vad asta, pot doar sa-mi imaginez cum Doamna Inima sta pe o bicileta si pedealeaza, cum de la o plimbare usoara, trece brusc la un sprint pentru doborarea vreunui record. Daca as fi indragostita, probabil ca m-as gandi ca el e cauza, dar cum momentan nu am astefel de sentimente pentru nimeni, nu cred ca asta este cauza. Stresul? Nu stiu...cred ca am scapat de el. Yoga si cantecul delfinilor sunt niste leacuri destul de bune. Teze sau examene nu mai am...deci nu cred ca este stresul de vina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri dimineata, de exemplu, pe la 9, cand m-am trezit, simteam cum imi bate inima mai repede decat cum batea normal atunci cand dormeam. Daca as fuma si as bea, n-as zice nimic si nu m-as mira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sper totusi ca Doamna Inima tanjeste dupa ceva si ma chinuie putin pana obtine acel lucru si mai sper sa merite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(faza cu fumatul e doar un gand...o prostie...nu e ceva de pe lista cu "things that must me done" in viata) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7242580570437801806?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7242580570437801806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-probleme-cu-tensiunea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7242580570437801806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7242580570437801806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-probleme-cu-tensiunea.html' title='Am probleme cu tensiunea!?!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ShrHAtOmdzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zdoqNVVpNDk/s72-c/impulses_of_my_heart____by_anichka93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7691593857781808083</id><published>2009-05-18T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:25:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi am inteles.</title><content type='html'>Nu ai facut tu nimic pentru ca trebuia sa fac eu.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Am inteles. Multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7691593857781808083?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7691593857781808083/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/azi-am-inteles.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7691593857781808083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7691593857781808083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/azi-am-inteles.html' title='Azi am inteles.'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-4986613588588179591</id><published>2009-05-17T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:01:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De azi...</title><content type='html'>- De azi!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, nu de azi, te rog. Mai da-mi o zi. Doar una. O sa vezi o sa fie bine, o sa se schimbe totul. Te rog.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu. Asa a fost si ieri, si in fiecare zi...Azi!&lt;br /&gt;- De data asta o sa fie altfel, o sa vezi!&lt;br /&gt;- Mereu e "altfel"...&lt;br /&gt;- Doar ca de data asta....&lt;br /&gt;- Nu. Nu o sa mai fie un maine.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar nu sunt pregatit...&lt;br /&gt;- N-o sa fi niciodata..mereu e un "maine"...&lt;br /&gt;- Te rog...&lt;br /&gt;- Mereu ma rogi...&lt;br /&gt;- ....&lt;br /&gt;- Schimba-te! Azi! Mori!!! Si invie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu pot. E greu. Nu stiu cum..&lt;br /&gt;- O sa te descurci... mereu te-ai descurcat!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ...dar...eu..sti..&lt;br /&gt;- Azi!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu azi..&lt;br /&gt;- Nu azi nu maine...niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu...doar ca nu tocmai azi...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu tocmai azi?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca azi...azi...mori Tu!&lt;br /&gt;- Poftim?&lt;br /&gt;- Da. Azi e randul tau.&lt;br /&gt;- Pardon???&lt;br /&gt;- Ai inteles bine. Azi mori Tu. Pentru ca Eu am murit atunci cand am dat peste Tine, dar ai avut dreptate, Eu m-am descurcat. Tu nu sti sa Te descurci. Azi o sa inveti!&lt;br /&gt;- Renunti la Mine?&lt;br /&gt;- Da. Trebuia sa o fac de mult.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar Eu te-am facut ceea ce esti Azi!&lt;br /&gt;- Da. Si totusi, m-ai facut un Nimic.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu sti sa apreciezi..&lt;br /&gt;- Ce? Nepasarea? Invidia? Iritarea? Irascibilitatea? Asta trebuie Eu sa apreciez?&lt;br /&gt;- A...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu. Gata. Mori. Dispari. Tu de azi mori si Eu o sa fiu mai puternic. Eu o sa fiu un nou Eu.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;DE AZI....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-4986613588588179591?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/4986613588588179591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-azi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4986613588588179591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/4986613588588179591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-azi.html' title='De azi...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8044306435740794930</id><published>2009-04-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:14:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolie???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SfncYIg-exI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0xvNKncP7RY/s1600-h/1295179954_9e5b0fbed9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533941130459922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SfncYIg-exI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0xvNKncP7RY/s320/1295179954_9e5b0fbed9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MELANCOLIE&lt;br /&gt;“Ceea ce este echivoc si de o atractie indefinibila in melancolie, deriva din regretul stapanit pentru trecerea lucrurilor si din teama de oprire a lor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagineaza-ti, de exemplu, ca stai pe prispa casei, singur, intr-o dupa-amiaza de toamna tarzie. Te uiti pierdut la frunzele galbene si rosii ale vitei de vie care de abia se mai tin de crengi si cu o ultima suflare isi dau drumul, mor, si cad usor in adierea vantului pe cimentul rece, le urmaresti cu privirea si, dintr-o data, frunzele se inverzesc, dispar si spunt inapoi in vita de vie, le vezi umbra pe ciment. Umbra este atunci acoperita deodata de o parura pe care sta un copil care se joaca cu niste jucarii pe care inecpi sa le recunosti. Iti aduci aminte ce bine era cand te jucai vara cu o noua jucarie. Apoi, curtea se umple de copii pe care parca ii sti, tii amintesti si pe ei, acum sunt colegii tai de serviciu, unii nu mai sunt langa tine, din cauza unor accidente teribile. Tu stai in continuare pe prispa si ii privesti uimit. Nu iti vine sa crezi ca acea imagine reprezanta fericirea. Aproape ca uitasesi ce e aia. Si te mirai cum o simpla bucata de plus putea sa te faca atat de fericit. Curtea era atat de vie, incepi sa iti amintesti si ca tu chemai pe toata lumea la tine si le puneai la dispozitie averea ta, jucariile tale cele mai de pret. Apoi o vezi si pe bunica. Va aduce tuturor un castron urias cu cirese, preferatele tale. Ce dor iti este de ea. Apoi toata scena se muta pe strada. Acolo erati tot voi, tu si compania, va jucati diferite jocuri. Nu va ajungea o zi intreaga. Deodata copii incep sa dispara unul cate unul. Ai ramas numai tu, iti faci cu mana si dispari. Ca si cum ti-ai fi luat adio de la acele amintiri, de la copilarie, perioada in care fericirea ta nu tinea seama de niciun obstacol. Te ridici brusc de pe prispa, incerci sa fugi in locul in care cu cateva secunde in urma, statea vechiul si ponositul tu. Dar, déjà cand te ridicasesi nu mai erai in curtea ta, erai intr-un spital. Nu mai intelegeai nimic. Ce s-a intamplat cu copilul de mai devreme? Voiai sa-l mai privesi putin, te facea atat de fericit…. Acum vezi un tanar de vreo 23-24 care sta cu capul ascuns in spatele palmelor, pe un scaun retras in sala de asteptare. El o fi? O fi crescut? Nu crezi. Nu are cum. A trecut atat de mult timp. Pentru o clipa tanarul isi dezvaluie identitatea si te recunosti din nou. De ce esti singur si ce s-a intamplat? Te chinui sa iti aduci aminte, dar, in disperatele tale incercari simti o puternica durere in piept ca si cum te-ar fi injunghiat cineva. S-a intamplat ceva ce tu nu puteai sa iti aduci aminte si atunci continui sa privesi scena . un barbat in alb se apropie de tine si atunci te apropii si tu ca sa poti auzi ceva. Il auzi cum iti spune ca ii pare foarte rau si ca au incercat tot posibilul. Si atunci vezi cum incepi sa plangi, durerea din piept nu te lasase, iar acum se amplificase. Incerci sa opresti filmul, dar nu poti, sau iti este teama sa incerci de mai multe ori, incepeai sa regret ca ai crescut. Te simteai mult mai insiguranta, mai puternic si mai fericit cand erai copilul care se juca sub vita de vie. Te apucase nostalgia copilariei si iti era teama sa opresti filmul. Realizezi atunci ca nu putusesi sa iti aduci aminte acel lucru pentru ca refuzasesi sa o faci. Nu voiai sa pastrezi acea amintire. Voiai sa uiti. Si ai uitat. Dar acel lucru care te plimba prin trecutul tau, nu se subordonase ordinelor de a “uita”. Prelua controlul si te obliga sa-ti amintesti, totul, de la cele mai bune zile, pana la cele mai rele. Nu te scuteste de nimic. Dar te-a chinuit destul si atunci te lasa din nou pe prispa casei tale, vezi din nou prin ochii tai, nu mai esti spectator al vietii tale.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ai dat seama cine a facut acest lucru? Cine te-a chinuit atat?Spui ca te-a chinuit, dar de fapt, recunoaste ca adori chinul asta, nu e o dovada de masochism. Hai spune drept. Iti place cand vine in vizita, parca te invie, hai spune, in fata mea poti sa recunosti. Eu nu te judec. O recunosti? Iti este atat de familiara. Daca nu ai reusit, te ajut eu, eu pot sa iti suflu, fara ca nimeni sa ma taxeze, pentu ca, la urma urmei, eu tin cu tine…. “Ceea ce este echivoc si de o atractie indefinibila in melancolie, deriva din regretul stapanit pentru trecerea lucrurilor si din teama de oprire a lor.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8044306435740794930?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8044306435740794930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/melancolie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8044306435740794930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8044306435740794930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/melancolie.html' title='Melancolie???'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SfncYIg-exI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0xvNKncP7RY/s72-c/1295179954_9e5b0fbed9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-1319779988779275451</id><published>2009-04-18T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:00:42.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iepurasii o sa conduca lumea!!!</title><content type='html'>Da!!! Iepurasii o sa conduca lumea!!! De ce iepurasii? Pai uite-te si tu in rafturile magazinelor. Iepurasi de toate marimile, culorile, de ciocolata neagra, de ciocolata alba, cu caramel, fara caramel cu ciocolata alba si neagra , cu fructe,de plus, de lemn, de plastic, de sarma din orice material. Oamenii cumpara cate unul din fieaare, nu conteaza ca asa o sa aibe o armata, nu, trebuie doar sa aibe cati mai multi iepurasi. I-ai vazut si tu cum stau asezati in raft. Se uita la tine atat de frumos ca si cum ar spune “ Eu sunt tot ceea ce e mai bun pe planeta. Eu sunt ceea ce iti doresti”. Tuturor le plac iepurasii fie ca la tava sau la dormit, tuturor le plac. Nu ai cum sa nu iti placa. Te si auzi zacand “ Ce urechiuse, ce codita, ce botic. Uite-te la ochisorii astia. Nu-I asa ca-s ce-i mai frumosi si dulci ochisori pe care i-ai vazut ever?” si evident, nu ai cum sa parasesti magazinul fara a avea si tu macar un iepuras in cos. La urma urmelor ese materialul perfect cu care sa-ti multumesti rudele pline de interese care vin in vizita, invitate sau nu, nu le poti primi cu mana goala si deci …cine te scoate din incurcatura? Evident, Iepurasul. Dar e in regula…Iepurasii nu conduc lumea deact cateva saptamani cat stau in rafturi…apoi sunt inlocuiti de vesnicile cutii cu bomboane, asta pana la Craciun cand Mos Craciunii preiau conducerea.&lt;br /&gt;Dar…acum…spune drept. Nu iti doresti si tu un iepuras? Mi-e poti sa-mi spui. Te cunosc de atata timp. Eu tin cu tine, sunt de partea ta. Daca vrei un iepuras, vreau si eu unul. Hai  spune-mi. Vrei un iepuras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-1319779988779275451?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1319779988779275451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/iepurasii-o-sa-conduca-lumea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1319779988779275451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/1319779988779275451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/iepurasii-o-sa-conduca-lumea.html' title='Iepurasii o sa conduca lumea!!!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8264397240511834406</id><published>2009-04-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:57:43.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce bine ca esti (part II )</title><content type='html'>? S-a terminat pentru ca asa a trebuit sa se intample. De ce? Pentru ca erati diferiti si, desi va adorati, nu va iubeati. Nu . Voi nu va iubeati. De cate ori i-ai spus ca o iubesti? Nu sti? Pai nu stii ca nu i-ai spus. Dar de cate ori ti-a spus ea tie ca te iubeste? Nici asta nu iti aduci aminte? Nu o faci pentru ca nu ai ce sa iti amintesti. Ea era drogul tau, doza care te tinea in viata. Fara ea, intrai in sevraj. Numai ca, atunci cand nu ai mai avut-o, nu ai putut da fuga la coltul strazii sa iti mai cumperi o doza pentru ca ea nu era data la pliculet si nu era in garantie. Ai stricat. Ramai fara. Di tu ai tricat. Ai ramas fara tot. Stii ce ti-a rams? Nimicul. Da, din nou nimicul. Din nimic s-a nascut viata, din nimic a inceput si iubirea voastra, din nimic incepe TOTUL si totul e un cuvant mare. Dar dumnezeu e marinimos si te lasa sa iti transformi nimicul in ceva. Ti-e frica? sa nu iti fie. O sa-ti placa. Da. O sa vezi. Esti trist acum, stiu. esti trist si crezi ca viata ta e de mizerie. Nu te agita.  Stiu...ea a fost steaua ta, o inaltai pe cer in fiecare noapte, o tineai in adierea noptii si o coborai la rasarit, dar nu ai stiut sa tragi de sfori. S-a saturat. N-o poti condamna. A durut-o. Acum nu mai poti sa atingi cerul sa ii furi din nou o stea. De ce? Pentru ca nu mai esti capabil sa iubesti, ci doar sa adori ideea ca iubesti. Si cerul simte, si atunci cand vede ca te apropii si ca intinzi mana slinoasa sa furi din ce nu e al tau, isi ia jucariile si pleaca. Si tu ramai cu mana intinsa, cu ochii goi, cu rasuflarea taiata, cu obrajii uzi, in picioare, incercand sa zaresti o stea. Nu te grabi . Ai si tu steaua ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8264397240511834406?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8264397240511834406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-bine-ca-esti-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8264397240511834406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8264397240511834406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-bine-ca-esti-part-ii.html' title='Ce bine ca esti (part II )'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-5932552967917515210</id><published>2009-04-15T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:18:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce bine ca esti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeXCkgo5WwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/31pdqeT_Zno/s1600-h/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324876066928024322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeXCkgo5WwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/31pdqeT_Zno/s320/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu iubesti? Da, tu? Nu stii? Cum nu stii. Nu recunosti iubirea? Nu stii ce e aia? Cum sa nu stii? Nu ai iubit niciodata? Nu? Cum sa nu iubesti? Cum sa nu fi simtit nici macar o data cum iti alearga prin vene un imbold infiorator de iubire. Sa te uiti in gol si sa fii departe. Sa te trezesti ca vorbeste lumea cu tine si tu, chiar daca te uiti la ei, nu pricepi nimic. Sa incepi sa razi si sa nu stii de ce. Asta ti se pare o prostie? Nu e prostie. E fericire. Fericire! Esti fericit.Si cand esti fericit iti vine sa alergi si sa razi in gura mare pentru ca vrei sa iti imparti fericirea cu toata lumea. Sa stie toata lumea, dar toata lumea ca tu iubesti. Ti se pare penibil? Nu e. E un sentiment mult mai puternic decat tine. Mult. Mult mai puternic. Te invadeaza, te poseda, te impinge sa faci lucruri pe care nu le faci in mod obisnuit, te innebuneste, si cand iti da drumul, cazi...Uneori mai usor, alte ori si de cele mai multe ori, cazi repede. Atat de repede incat nici nu ai timp sa tipi. Si atunci lovitura simti ca te omoara. Dar n-o face. Te debusoleaza, te deprima, te enerveaza, te umple de ura, dar nu te omoara. NU. Nu te omoara. Stii cine te omoara? Indiferenta. Aia e cea mai rea. Aia te ucide. Dar o face incet ca sa savureze ficare secunda in care te chinui. Dar tu nu vrei sa cazi. Nu, nu vrei sa ii dai drumul. Iti place prea mult ca sa ii dai drumul. Esti dependent de el. Te enerveaza asta si te doare, dar e o durere pe care o accepti si care, pana la urma iti place. Da stiu ca iti place. Si stii ce mai stiu? stiu ca iti placea sa stati de vorba si adorai noptile alea in care frugeati in parc cu niste patrui si ciocolata calda si stateati toata noaptea langa lac, tinandu-va in brate si vorbind. vorbind. mult. si tu te mirai cat de mult vorbeati si inca mai aveati ce sa va spuneti. Ce frumos era, nu? Iti placea. Da iti placea asa de mult ca nu mai voiai sa se termine. stiu, stiu.... Credeai ca ea este "rasplata " pentru tot ce facusesi pana atunci si iti placea. Nu credeai nici tu cat de norocos esti! De adorat, o adorai. Dar de iubit,o iubeai? Ca nu e acelasi lucru. nu nu. nu e. de fiecare data cand te intalneai cu ea, simteai cum picioarele tale parasesc pamantul si te inaltai, faceai din toata viata ta o scara si scara asta era asa de lunga incat puteai ajunge la cer si ii puteai fura mereu cate o stea. Vezi ce frumos era? Si imi spui mie ca nu stii ce e aia iubire. Ea era iubirea. era parte din tine, erai parte din ea. 2 in 1. Erati totusi diferiti. Tu erai naiv,egoist, orgolios, posesiv, ea era visatoare, vesela, impunatoare totodata si adorai puterea ei de a te convinge sa faci ceva ce nu ti-ar fi trecut niciodata prin cap ca ai sa faci. De cate ori nu i-ai spus zambind " Doamne! ce faci din mine!". Ea zambea si iti dadea un sarut scurt in coltul gurii. De ce era asa scurt? Ca sa ii simti lipsa. Ca sa fi constient ca meriti mai mult si ca trebuie sa lupti ca sa obtii mai mult. Asta te scotea din sarite, dar incepeai sa zambesti cand o vedeai cum alearga desculta prin iarba, pentru ca ii placea mult sa simta firicelele de iarba cum se culca sub greutatea ei, in rochia aia care iti placea tie atat de mult, dar care ei nu ii placea deloc, rochia pe care tousi o purta numai de draguul tau. Si acum.....Te intrebi de ce s-a terminat totul ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-5932552967917515210?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5932552967917515210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-bine-ca-esti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5932552967917515210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/5932552967917515210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-bine-ca-esti.html' title='Ce bine ca esti...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeXCkgo5WwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/31pdqeT_Zno/s72-c/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-7511378216026929194</id><published>2009-04-11T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:49:34.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeDYJWM_LCI/AAAAAAAAADo/8wGfSkuMnrY/s1600-h/emotionless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323492414642400290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeDYJWM_LCI/AAAAAAAAADo/8wGfSkuMnrY/s320/emotionless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca acum ceva timp imi spuneai ca sunt prea romantica, acum imi spui de ce sunt atat de insensibila. De ce nu ma mai emotionez...era datoria mea sa fiu emotionata cand ma intrebai ce flori imi plac si daca imi place sa privesc rasaritul. Ti-am spus atunci ce flori imi plac si ce semnifica fiecare pentru mine si ti-am mai spus ca imi place sa privesc rasaritul, dar nu singura. Acum probabil ti-as raspunde ca florile sunt mult mai frumoase in ghiveci si ca nu imi place sa primesc flori. Pentru ce? Doar ca sa te ascult pe tine topita de admiratie? Daca vrei neaparat sa-mi aduci flori, adumi niste semninte sa le plantez, sau adumi un ghiveci cu flori, as aprecia mai mult. Ce vrei? Sunt eu ciudata, spune-mi cum vrei. Sau de ce sa imi aduci flori? Adumi o inghetata. E mai ieftina, si daca ei una la cutie, o putem imparti. E mai frumos asa, nu crezi? Cat despre rasarit. Acum vreau sa-l privesc singura. Ma linisteste, ma elibereaza. Nu vreau sa crezi ca visez la cine romantice, nu, acum mi se pare atat de libidinos, urca-ma in tren si hai la mare. Mi-e dor de mare, as fi muuuult mai fericita daca ai face asta. Biletul de tren nu e atat de costisitor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te miri de ce sunt atat de rece si de "untouchable"(cum spui tu)? Pai simplu. Ca ai fost atat de dulce, extrem de dulce incat nu m-ai facut decat sa inghit mai multa sare. Probabil tin post. Sau imi place sa cred ca asta e motivul.....Sau probabil nu sunt dispusa sa fiu dulce si romantica ....nu..nu acum..poate altadata....sau nu cu tine. Am incercat sa iti spun si altfel...dar nu m-ai ascultat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-7511378216026929194?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/7511378216026929194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotionless.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7511378216026929194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/7511378216026929194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotionless.html' title='Emotionless....'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeDYJWM_LCI/AAAAAAAAADo/8wGfSkuMnrY/s72-c/emotionless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3958601465396568357</id><published>2009-04-11T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:17:10.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce sa spunem adevarul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeCKOrd2MuI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZRRoigG4JuM/s1600-h/liar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323406744342639330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeCKOrd2MuI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZRRoigG4JuM/s320/liar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce sa spunem adevarul? De ce sa nu mintim? De ce sa nu judecam lumea dupa ceea ce vedem? Sa nu mintim doar pentru ca "sa nu minti" e una din cele 10 porunci? Sa nu mintim pentru ca "e mai bine sa spui adevarul"? Cine hotaraste ce e mai bine? Tu? Tu n-ai mintit niciodata? hm...ai mintit, stiu, dar ai si spus adevarul si atunci cand l-ai spus ai fost judecat, ti s-a urlat in fata, ai fost jignit, dar ai spus adevarul!!!Si ce? Daca minteai erai fericit, dar te bagai intr-un razboi cu constiinta, daca ai asa ceva, din care nu e sigur ca iesi imediat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se spune ca o minciuna nevinovata nu face rau, dar un adevar mare mereu raneste? Dar cum sa poti dormi cu gandul ca traiesti intr-un copac fara radacini? Gata oricand sa cada, sa raneasca pe tine sau chiar pe altii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se mai spune ca nebunii, betivii si copii spun adevarul. E cam trasa de par chestia asta. Sa o luam pe rand. Nebunii-pot fi atat de nebuni incat adevarul lor poate sa fie urmatorul: eu sunt Allah! E sfarsitul lumii! Cerul e verde! etc. Betivii-in majoritatea cazurilor e adevarat. Copii-adevarul este relativ. Adica de cate ori n-ai mintit in copilarie? Mama: Cine a spart vaza? Copilul: Cainele. sau Nu stiu, eram in camera mea. Mama: Ti-ai facut temele? Copilul : De 3 ore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E in natura umana sa mintim. Si uneori o facem fara sa vrem, crezand ca astfel ii ranim pe ceilalti, dar ,de fapt, doar le prelungim minciuna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mintim de cand ne stim. Mintim mereu. "Esti acasa?" "Nu, sunt la cumparaturi!(de fapt gatesc si n-am chef de tine)". "De ce n-ai raspuns la telefon?" "Nu-l aveam la mine!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat de des auzim chestiile astea si chiar si noi le folosim. Pana la urma si a minti e o arta. Nu toti stiu sa minta. Altii sunt prinsi imediat, nu pentru ca minciuna nu e "indeajuns de credibila", ci pentru ca ei nu stiu sa o faca sa fie credibila. Daca te uiti pe cer, rosesti, iti freci mainile, iti tremura vocea, esti agitat cand minti, atunci esti prins imediat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...Sunt intr-o mare, mare dilema. Sa mint sau sa spun adevarul? E ca si cum as spune: Sa fiu fericita sau sa ma chinui singura?Oare nu e mai bine sa mintim sa ne fie bine? O viata avem, decat sa traim prost si in adevar, mai bine fericiti si minciuna! Dar ce om poate fi acela care te priveste in ochi si te minte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3958601465396568357?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3958601465396568357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-ce-sa-spunem-adevarul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3958601465396568357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3958601465396568357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-ce-sa-spunem-adevarul.html' title='De ce sa spunem adevarul?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SeCKOrd2MuI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZRRoigG4JuM/s72-c/liar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-3375890169874522573</id><published>2009-04-01T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:33:25.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau sa fiu o oglinda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SdOzbu5ivNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5BaZcIaQ38/s1600-h/Eileen_Gray_Satellite_Mirror_y3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319792873881910482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SdOzbu5ivNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5BaZcIaQ38/s320/Eileen_Gray_Satellite_Mirror_y3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa fiu o oglinda. De ce tocmai o oglinda? Iata de ce! In fiecare dimineata, primul lucru pe care il faci dupa ce te ridici din pat este sa te uiti in oglinda, (sa presupunem ca as fi una), deci te uiti la mine, apoi iti pui pasta de dinti pe periuta si in timp ce te speli te uiti la mine. Dupa ce termini, te uiti din nou la mine si daca te-ai trezit bine, pot sa te fac sa arati impecabil si sa-ti faca ziua si mai buna, dar, in schimb, daca te-ai trezit cu fata la cearceaf, eu te ajut sa fi si mai morocanos. Apoi te imbraci si te uiti din nou la mine. Pe tot parcursul zilei nu ratezi nicio ocazie sa te uiti. Esti curios sau e doar o obisnuinta, pentru ca sunt peste tot. In magazine, in scoli, la locul de munca, in baile oricarei institutii, in masina ta, peste tot in casa ta, absolut peste tot. Dar nu ma vezi numai tu pe mine, eu te vad de multe ori mai bine pe tine. Te vad peste tot si in toate momentele stanjenitoare cand nu vrei sa te vada nimeni, eu te vad. Daca te porti frumos cu mine, si ma ingrijesti, te pot face sa te simti mai bine in pielea ta mai des, dar daca vreau sa ma distrez, te fac sa ma urasti si sa-ti doresti sa scapi de mine. Dar nu poti. De ce? Pentru ca sunt peste tot si sti ca daca ma spargi iti fac si eu un cadou, 7 ani de ghinion, sau ma razbun si am grija ca o parte din mine sa te raneasca mai tare decat ar fi facut-o o dimineata proasta. Tot eu am si grija de tine, iti acopar spatele si iti dau posibilitatea sa vezi tot ce te inconjoara, asa ca multumeste-mi mai des!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-3375890169874522573?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3375890169874522573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/vreau-sa-fiu-o-oglinda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3375890169874522573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/3375890169874522573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/04/vreau-sa-fiu-o-oglinda.html' title='Vreau sa fiu o oglinda!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SdOzbu5ivNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5BaZcIaQ38/s72-c/Eileen_Gray_Satellite_Mirror_y3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-2878083968434956085</id><published>2009-03-23T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:10:45.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raceala'/><title type='text'>Orice lucru are si parti bune! -Raceala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScduKqFr5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZ8EujxV-fw/s1600-h/Illness_by_Momoko_Asuka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316339014510044690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScduKqFr5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZ8EujxV-fw/s320/Illness_by_Momoko_Asuka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti racit si asta te face sa innebunesti in casa? Uite 10 lucruri bune :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nimeni nu vrea sa se aseze langa tine.( Priveste parte buna, acum n-o sa crezi ca esti un ciudat respins de societate)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ai voie sa iei calmante.( Si asa iti place sa iei pastile)&lt;br /&gt;3. Apuci sa-ti dai seama ca invitatii din emisiunile TV au vieti mai proaste ca a ta. ( Ceea ce o sa iti arate cat de norocos esti)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ti se permite sa fii nepoliticos, dizagreabil si posac.( fara sa ti se reproseze nimic-deci, spune "start" scandalurilor)&lt;br /&gt;5. Poti sa mirosi urat si nimeni nu se plange.( acum o sa vezi cum se simte un porc)&lt;br /&gt;6. Te poti tara prin casa nespalat si in pijamale toata ziua.( esti ca in vacanta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Indiferent cat de rau te simti, tot e mai bine decat te-ai simtit dupa ultima betie.(corect)&lt;br /&gt;8. Ai timp sa vezi reluari din serialului tau preferat.( si asa uitase-si ce s-a intamplat)&lt;br /&gt;9. Cainele tau are voie sa stea in pat cu tine.(El te iubeste cel mai mult)&lt;br /&gt;10. Poti sa dai raceala celor care iti sunt antipatici.(Si n-o sa para intentionat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti racit? Razi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-2878083968434956085?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2878083968434956085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/orice-lucru-are-si-parti-bune-raceala.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2878083968434956085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/2878083968434956085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/orice-lucru-are-si-parti-bune-raceala.html' title='Orice lucru are si parti bune! -Raceala'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScduKqFr5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZ8EujxV-fw/s72-c/Illness_by_Momoko_Asuka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-8671039765624378749</id><published>2009-03-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:01:34.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ureche'/><title type='text'>Ce spun urechile tale despre tine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Scdr03WBqqI/AAAAAAAAACY/evSiQBHlZPg/s1600-h/Bunny_ears_pullin___by_zanoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336441087863458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Scdr03WBqqI/AAAAAAAAACY/evSiQBHlZPg/s200/Bunny_ears_pullin___by_zanoma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shef.ac.uk/content/1/c6/04/30/08/ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca iti vad urechile, stiu totul despre tine!Dacă aveţi urechile clăpăuge, precum cele ale prinţului Charles, se spune că nu veţi fi niciodată credincioşi partenerului şi veţi fi cam snobi. Dacă aveţi lobii lungi, precum cei ai lui Buddha, sunteţi descrişi ca persoane cu o karma excelentă şi vi se prevesteşte o viaţă lungă şi împlinită. Despre cei cu urechi cărnoase se spune că sunt extrem de sexy, în timp ce oamenilor cu urechi groase şi tari li se prevesteşte bogăţia. Deci, ce gen de urechi aveţi şi ce spune acest lucru despre voi? Iată ce găsim în almanahul şi enciclopedia culturală chineză.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi mari şi cărnoase cu o tentă roşiatică:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se spune că astfel de urechi aduc o mare prosperitate posesorului lor. Acesta va trăi mult, are un caracter adaptabil şi probabil va avea un statut social înalt. In zodiacul chinezesc, acest tip de urechi este cel mai favorabil acelora născuţi în zodia Boului, Calului, Cocoşului şi Maimuţei. Totuşi, aceste urechi mari, nu sunt favorabile celor născuţi în anii Iepurelui sau Tigrului. În ciuda vieţii îmbelşugate, vor avea vieţi agitate şi singuratice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi înălţate-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urechile ridicate peste linia sprâncenelor, cu lobi deschişi la culoare şi orificii mari implică noroc de bogăţie, prosperitate şi longevitate.Pentru cei cu urechi similare, dacă aveţi şi ochii căprui, veţi face parte din societatea înaltă. Dacă nasul şi gura sunt aşezate bine, veţi avea parte de sprijinul rudelor. Ca măsură de precauţie, evitaţi să vă conturaţi sprâncenele ascuţite în jos, deoarece acest lucru ar putea indica suferinţă, chiar dacă veţi fi bogaţi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi mici şi tari-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Însoţite de o siluetă micuţă şi un trup zvelt, acest tip de urechi aduc împlinirea. Acest gen de urechi nu se potriveşte unei persoane înalte şi corpolente, deoarece sugerează o viaţă scurtă. Persoanele cu acest tip de urechi – mici şi cu orificii de dimensiuni reduse – sunt viclene şi inteligente. Pot părea inocente, dar, de obicei, ştiu mai multe decât lasă să se vadă.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi mari cu orificiu mare-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ureche mare cu orificiul pe măsură nu reprezintă un semn prea bun, implicând faptul că bogăţia nu o să dureze.Cei din acest tip nu trebuie „să se culce pe o ureche“ când vine vorba de succes. Aceste urechi pot aduce bogăţia, dar doar pentru cei pregătiţi să muncească din greu. Există pericolul de a pierde acea avere dacă respectivul se complace într-o anumită situaţie. Există şi posibilitatea unui conflict cu rudele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi subţiri şi alungite- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oamenii cu urechi subţiri şi alungite au extrem de mult noroc în tinereţe.Urechile din acest tip au lobul mic, iar partea superioară este mai mare decât cea inferioară. Au o culoare pală şi prezintă un orificiu larg. Dacă posesorul lor are şi o frunte proeminentă, acest lucru ar putea sugera că respectivul ar putea să fi e pus în faţa unor dificultăţi în ultima perioadă a adolescenţei şi să plece de acasă, în căutarea independenţei.&lt;br /&gt;Acest tip de urechi aduce faimă şi noroc celor născuţi în zodia ªobolanului, Iepurelui sau Calului. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi cu lobi mari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Urechile cu lobi mari sunt semn de inteligenţă.Astfel de urechi sunt amplasate mai sus sau în aceeaşi linie cu sprâncenele şi au tendinţa de a fi groase. Culoarea acestora este cu o nuanţă mai deschisă decât a feţei. Urechile cu lobi mari aduc o şansă excepţională celor născuţi în zodia Dragonului, Boului, Câinelui sau Oii. Acest tip de ureche nu se potriveşte celor născuţi în anul Iepurelui sau Tigrului, aducându-le acestora pagube şi ghinioane şi fi ind un semn al sărăciei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urechi de elf-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aceste urechi indică un om cu o personalitate complexă. Câteodată, se comportă ca un copil răsfăţat, iar alteori arborează un zâmbet enorm şi pare atât dulce, cât şi inocent. Urechile sunt lungi, cu partea de sus destul de ascuţită. Acest lucru indică o viaţă agitată, plină de neprevăzut.Aceste urechi se potrivesc cel mai bine nativilor în anul Calului, Iepurelui sau Tigrului.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu cat de norocos esti? Uite-te la urechile tale!! :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-8671039765624378749?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/8671039765624378749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/ce-spun-urechile-tale-despre-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8671039765624378749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/8671039765624378749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/ce-spun-urechile-tale-despre-tine.html' title='Ce spun urechile tale despre tine?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/Scdr03WBqqI/AAAAAAAAACY/evSiQBHlZPg/s72-c/Bunny_ears_pullin___by_zanoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285141307828206130.post-965673021170597635</id><published>2009-03-22T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:37:40.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schhh.don&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>De ce barfim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScaTUtjEUNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JJzTDPStnEs/s1600-h/secret_by_junest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316098394190794962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScaTUtjEUNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JJzTDPStnEs/s320/secret_by_junest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toti oamenii barfesc. Uneori ne plangem despre cat de urat e sa barfesti, numind chiar oameni care fac asta. Dar oare asta nu e tot barfa? Ce sta in spatele acestei dorinte de a-i barfi pe cei cu care interactionam? Dorinta de comunicare. Mai mult de-atat, dorinta de a gasi elemente in comun in discutiile pe care le purtam cu cei din jurul nostru. Intotdeauna vei putea atrage atentia cuiva, vorbind despre o persoana pe care o place sau displace in mod explicit. Un alt motiv ar fi calibrarea perceptiilor tale cu ale celor cu care barfesti. Te ajuta sa stii ce inseamna un om incult, smecher, alfa, etc pentru persoana cu care vorbesti… Sau orice alt lucru pe care simti ca il percepi diferit fata de persoana in cauza. Si la urma urmei… Nu toate barfele sunt negative. Ofera ceva bun si vei primi ceva bun in schimb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285141307828206130-965673021170597635?l=matei-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/965673021170597635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-barfim.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/965673021170597635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285141307828206130/posts/default/965673021170597635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matei-diana.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-barfim.html' title='De ce barfim?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09269394415086261913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/SxDZUGW-5jI/AAAAAAAAALs/hJiwFxz99dE/S220/diana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blJGJoJ16t8/ScaTUtjEUNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JJzTDPStnEs/s72-c/secret_by_junest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
