<?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-3020911079699842347</id><updated>2012-01-17T11:40:10.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DINA'S</title><subtitle type='html'>CUVANTUL FACE DIFERENTA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-518824547276739076</id><published>2010-03-26T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:29:16.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.Replay.</title><content type='html'>Inca o foaie pe care ma scriu, si nici macar nu stiu de ce. Nu pot sa nu recunosc ca prezentul imi pare ireal de absurd. O combinatie paradoxala intre ce a fost, si intrebarea ce va fi. Nu pot decat sa-mi aduc aminte de mine....si sa-mi repet...'dac-as fi stiut'. Treaba e ca n-am stiut. Si aici vine partea cea mai dificila. Dac-as fi stiut, ce? As fi facut ceva in plus? Poate o lacrima ascunsa in coltul inimii, dar nici ea nu cred ca ar fi izbucnit, asta de teama ca ai putea vedea-o.&lt;br /&gt;  Inca o pagina a vietii mele pe care ma dezvalui mie. Scriu data de azi, dar parca nu e azi, pare a fi ieri, si nu stiu cum, pare a fi si maine.&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cand as avea un blocaj regizoral. Nu pot sa ma coordonez, vad aceeasi imagine iar si iar, diferenta o face numai calitatea imaginii, care se innegreste cu cat zilele pleaca mai repede. Se mai sterge un detaliu ascuns, si inca unul, vezi tu problema e defapt ca nu te mai vad asa clar precum mi-ar placea sa te vad. Doar ochii ti-i mai recunosc, sunt aceeasi. Ei nu cunosc timpul. Ochii sunt atemporali. Dar ce mai conteaza?.... Defapt aici sta problema, nu recunosc cat de mult conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa stiu cum, dar inca nu stiu exact ce. Da, ce? Ce e in tine? &lt;br /&gt;Scriu, dar stiu cat e de complicat sa nu intelegi cuvantul,doar pentru ca n-ai amintirea mainii care l-a scris... Stop. Replay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-518824547276739076?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/518824547276739076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=518824547276739076' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/518824547276739076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/518824547276739076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2010/03/stopplay.html' title='Stop.Replay.'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3721682923136294364</id><published>2010-01-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:06:59.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea  poate, nu e ceva actual...</title><content type='html'>E din nou tacere. Poate a durat prea mult. Nu ai plecat nici o clipa insa… Ai fost si Esti aici. Mi-era teama ca n-am sa stiu sa mai iubesc 'altfel', asa cum mi-am propus. Tu m-ai linistit, mi-ai spus doar ca totul e posibil cand cerul e platforma visului meu. Mi-ai spus ca cerul  ramane mereu in profunzimea lui transparenta, o explicatie a iubirii Tale. &lt;br /&gt;         Mi-ai mai spus sa fac ceva cand inima uita de Tine; Mi-ai spus sa privesc pe spate cerul, si sa ridic mainile spre el. Imi va parea astfel mai aproape, si spuneai Tu… voi intelege mai bine complexitatea iubirii Tale, si cat de aproape poti fi, cand  Te credeam deja plecat. N-am stiut ce sa raspund, am facut doar ceea ce ai spus. Mi-am intins tarana pe tarana, si mi-am incarcat mainile cu albastrul intact. Atunci parca cerul mi-a imbratisat privirea, si am respirat pentru o clipa a gol. Am stiut ca esti acolo, langa mine, ca zambesti, si ca Voiai defapt sa inteleg mai mult. &lt;br /&gt;Voiai sa inteleg ca inima e facuta sa zboare, si daca eu o invat sa zboare spre cer, va stii ca iubirea e altfel, iubirea nu e pamanteasca, iubirea e ceea ce Mi-ai spus ca pot fi, ceea ce ai spus ca pot face, iubirea sunt toate acele lucruri pe care Mi le soptesti dimineata cand ma trezesc, si toate lucrurile pe care Mi le spui cand imi stergi ochii de lacrimi. Iubirea nu e neaparat ceva actual, nu e filosofie, iubirea e simpla, iubirea e smerita, iubirea nu e prea mult sau prea putin,iubirea nu e siropoasa, iubirea nu e nimic din ce-au spus ei astazi, iubirea nu e pentru cineva anume,iubirea e pentru mine, da, si pentru ca e iubire, e si pentru tine. Iubirea sunt toate acele cuvinte pe care astepti sa le inteleg atunci cand simt ca cerul nu mai este al meu, cand simt ca esti departe, si Tu defapt ma tii in brate strans. &lt;br /&gt;         Tu Doamne,doar Tu imi intelegi expresia vizuala, si ma faci sa vad ceea ce ar trebui sa vad. Tot ce e  departe, e defapt mai aproape decat mi-as fi imaginat, pentru ca Tu-mi aduci in fiecare dimineata visele, si-mi spui ca au potential. &lt;br /&gt;         Te iubesc pentru ca doar Tu ma faci sa inteleg iubirea, pentru ca doar Tu Mi-ai spus ca esti aici oricand, multumesc ca Ma tii de mana chiar acum…. &lt;br /&gt;         Pentru ca iubirea, este o innaltare a inimii spre Tine, si cea mai scurta cale prin care pot sa ma predau in totalitate bratelor Tale…E din nou tacere, dar nu a durat prea mult, iubirea nu se masoara in timp si spatiu…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3721682923136294364?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3721682923136294364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3721682923136294364' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3721682923136294364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3721682923136294364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubirea-poate-nu-e-ceva-actualdar-tu.html' title='Iubirea  poate, nu e ceva actual...'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1463179219507822505</id><published>2009-11-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:01:07.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerul vietii</title><content type='html'>Cerul vietii     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daca viata si-ar stinge din soare,&lt;br /&gt;   Am deveni noapte de luna.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca viata nu ar mai echivala cu matematica divina,&lt;br /&gt;   Am deveni ilogic de comuni cu moartea.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca visele si-ar inceta creatia,&lt;br /&gt;   Am deveni cenusa din nisipuri.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca dragostea si-ar pune capat vietii,&lt;br /&gt;   Am desena pe inimi o vesnica tacere,absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Am deveni insa viata daca mana noastra ar atinge cerul,&lt;br /&gt;  Si am atinge cerul dac-am stii ca-n el se-ascunde viata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1463179219507822505?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1463179219507822505/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1463179219507822505' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1463179219507822505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1463179219507822505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/11/cerul-vietii.html' title='Cerul vietii'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6177908255890688621</id><published>2009-09-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:00:35.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timpul inimii mele</title><content type='html'>Timpul inimii mele&lt;br /&gt;   [iti scriu,traind in sunetul ei]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cateodata inima-si canta ploaia,apoi e pace.&lt;br /&gt;   Alteori,e doar tacere de batai acolo sus.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca bataile devin mai dese,stiu,va dura o vesnicie de-o secunda,&lt;br /&gt;   Si stiu,secundele inimii,nu au acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;   Inima se cronometreaza dupa emotiile priviri-n interior,&lt;br /&gt;   Si scenariul se repeta pe acelasi ton,cand ai cel mai putin timp sa te gandesti la ele.&lt;br /&gt;   Mana ma preseaza sa redefinesc o lume,&lt;br /&gt;   Cuvintele,ne-ntelegand totusi trairea-n timpul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;   Cuvantul este-o simpla forma ce reda in umbra conturul inimii mele,&lt;br /&gt;   Ce se ascunde-n interior,e fara prea multe cuvinte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6177908255890688621?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6177908255890688621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=6177908255890688621' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6177908255890688621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6177908255890688621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/timpul-inimii-mele.html' title='Timpul inimii mele'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6356468421977451015</id><published>2009-07-23T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:08:15.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine, poate este ziua mortii tale</title><content type='html'>M-am gandit zilele astea cred, prea mult, din diferite motive, cum va fi acea clipa in care murim....iar in secunda urmatoare realizam asta? In general vorbesc cu tinerii, si mi se da acelasi raspuns,'vreau sa-mi traiesc la maxim viata, sunt prea tanar sa mor atat de curand, nu mi se va intampla tocmai mie'! Acum urmeaza alta intrebare,cati tineri pana in 25 de ani mor anual in lume, si cati nu si-au spus aceleasi lucruri? Stiu multi vor spune,nu pot trai gandindu-ma la moarte...da-mi voie sa-ti spun ca nu e vorba de asta, e vorba de cum iti traiesti viata ca sa poti fii oricand pregatit de moarte, nu gandindu-te la ea.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca tratam lucrul asta intr-un mod mai mult decat prostesc, si imi pare rau sa spun asta,dar multi dintre tineri sufera de acest sindrom de indiferenta, ceea ce nu denota altceva decat tampenie.&lt;br /&gt;Te intreb pe tine, cum iti poti trai viata, doar pentru distractii de o noapte...sau pentru a-ti cumpara cutare haina, cum poti trai doar pentru a seduce, si cum poti crede ca tu vei trai o viata intreaga dupa propria placere, iar la sfarsit Dumnezeu te va lua de mana si se va bucura sa te primeasca in rai? Crezi ca totul este atat de usor? Crezi ca raiul este pentru toti? Ai impresia doar pentru ca esti tanar, si in putere, ca vei trai mai mult decat altii? Poate sa fie asa, poate sa nu fie...totusi incearca sa nu mai fii atat de redus mental, si sa-ti largesti sfera de intelegere, viata iti este data cu un scop, si intr-o anumita zi, poate chiar maine, si poate chiar tu..vei sfarsi. Poti fi sigur ca nu vei muri? Nu, nu poti, asta demonstreaza celor ce se cred stapani pe vietile lor, ca nu au dreptate. Dumnezeu este in control. Ma indigna ideea pe care mass-media o prezinta. O persoana oarecare, moare..nu stiu cum se face ca la stiri ne este prezentata ca o certitudine ideea ca acea persoane este deja in rai. Cata superficialitate, cum putem noi stii ca o cutare vedeta, sau o persoana oarecare a ajuns in rai? De ce nu ni se spune de nimeni ca a ajuns in iad? Crezi ca toti din cei care au murit pana acum, sunt in rai?&lt;br /&gt;      Cum va fi acel moment in care vei realiza ca esti mort? Esti tu gata sa stai fata in fata cu Dumnezeu? Daca da, Dumnezeu te va intreba, cu ce L-ai onorat pe Pamant?&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu crezi ca viata se rezuma doar la distractie, si stiu ca multi dintre voi ironizati mesajul, imi pare rau sa spun ca e prostia voastra...Nu astepta raiul, daca nu incepi inca de pe Pamant sa-ti lasi inima modelata de Dumnezeu..si nu uita, faptele bune nu te duc in rai, doar o viata dupa voia Lui,si traita asa cum El iti cere, iti va croi drumul spre vesnicie!&lt;br /&gt;Maine, poate e ziua mortii tale....Esti pregatit pentru acel moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6356468421977451015?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6356468421977451015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=6356468421977451015' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6356468421977451015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6356468421977451015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/maine-poate-este-ziua-mortii-tale.html' title='Maine, poate este ziua mortii tale'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1303176042525180751</id><published>2009-07-23T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:05:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culoarea vantului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SmjHMC4nflI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q819i2f-_i4/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SmjHMC4nflI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q819i2f-_i4/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361754366131273298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Culoarea vantului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Plange si marea,lacrimi de valuri stropesc nepasarea?&lt;br /&gt;  Tipa pescarusii,voci de mutenie-mi lovesc cugetarea,&lt;br /&gt;  Ploua cu zile,orele fug far' o clipa cu tine,&lt;br /&gt;  Visul e-n vise,visele nu zboara mai departe de mine.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Ochii ingheata acea ultima clipa de tine,&lt;br /&gt;  Cerul intreaba,norii deseneaza un zambet de vise,&lt;br /&gt;  Plange si marea,voci de mutenie-si traiesc despartirea..&lt;br /&gt;  Mana se-opreste,soarele se curge,culoarea vantului ma mangaie cu tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1303176042525180751?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1303176042525180751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1303176042525180751' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1303176042525180751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1303176042525180751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/culoarea-vantului.html' title='Culoarea vantului'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SmjHMC4nflI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q819i2f-_i4/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-7448889415840031951</id><published>2009-06-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:23:31.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsprezece lucruri pe care ar trebui sa le stii despre mine</title><content type='html'>Unsprezece lucruri pe care ar trebui sa le stii despre mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Imi place sa las ce e mai bun pentru sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;-De multe ori as vrea sa ma privesc de la spate,si sa pot face cunostinta cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;-Imi place sa tac (asta nu inseamna ca nu vorbesc destul)&lt;br /&gt;-Iubesc convorbirile non-verbale,dialogul cu omul care ajunge sa inteleaga gandul &lt;br /&gt;meu nerostit&lt;br /&gt;-Nu sunt punctuala pentru ca am parul ondulat..(si ar trebui sa mai spun ca ma sfideaza)&lt;br /&gt;-Imi place sa-mi iubesc pisica,dar cel mai mult iubesc cand ma iubeste ea..&lt;br /&gt;-Imi place sa spun ca nu sunt facuta din tarana,ci din sentimente,din dragostea a doi oameni,care sunt mangaiere si binecuvantare pentru mine,parintii mei.&lt;br /&gt;-Sunt dependenta de Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;-Personajul din literatura universala care asimileaza o buna parte din personalitatea mea,este Elisabeth Bennet(Jane Austen-Mandrie si Prejudecata).Visez ca ea la o dragoste diferita.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu-mi place sa fac complimente gratuite&lt;br /&gt;-Sotul meu va fi cel caruia ii voi deschide la momentul potrivit,cerul inimii mele,asta pentru ca-mi doresc ca el sa vada in infinit prin mine.Imi place sa cred ca eu voi fi cerul deschis,iar el va fi mana care-mi va prinde norii.&lt;br /&gt;-Si pentru ca-mi place sa ma contrazic adesea(ceea ce nu e tocmai un fapt de admirat),voi spune si un al doisprezecelea lucru despre mine.Eu sunt eu,pentru ca mai intai m-a descoperit Dumnezeu,parintii,apoi prietenii,m-a descoperit scrisul,da scrisul,asteptarea,dorul,si nu in ultimul rand m-a descoperit acel cineva pe care-l citesti acum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semnat,Eu.&lt;br /&gt;si totusi mai e cineva acolo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-7448889415840031951?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7448889415840031951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=7448889415840031951' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7448889415840031951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7448889415840031951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/unsprezece-lucruri-pe-care-ar-trebui-sa.html' title='Unsprezece lucruri pe care ar trebui sa le stii despre mine'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-7127053029980024541</id><published>2009-05-10T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:06:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziua in care cerul s-a spart in doua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SgctxvAwR5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/m54plQb_8D0/s1600-h/mm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SgctxvAwR5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/m54plQb_8D0/s200/mm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334282616100112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  E ziua in care cerul s-a spart in doua,pescarusii erau prea grei.Au cazut astfel in albastrul de valuri,si s-au uitat in leganare.&lt;br /&gt;  Se aude ecoul nisipului cazut din mana mea pierduta de trup,si tresar la fiecare val ce parca m-atinge usor.Orizontul e perfect trasat,incat ma doare imperfectiunea ochiului meu,si ma murdaresc de ploaia ce-ncepe sa se-ntida in mine.M-am lasat pe spate,incoltita de nisip,gandindu-ma la tine,gandindu-ma ca ai acelasi cer ca al meu...si parca pentru o secunda mi-a fost de-ajuns.Am incercat sa-nteleg vorbele pescarusilor,dar in zadar aud...aud si nu pricep.Rostesti si tu ceva...si eu aud...aud dar nu pricep?Simt primul val ce mi-a lovit piciorul,era rece,rece si dur...ma voia probabil treaza,insa nu puteam sa-i raspund,ce sa-i spun?ca n-am nevoie?probabil mi-ar fi raspuns la fel de dur.&lt;br /&gt; Noapte vine din departare,si i s-au intunecat ochii,vazand ziua ca pleaca fara o imbratisare in portocaliu deasupra marii....dar ce pot sa fac decat sa te privesc cum vii,noapte a gandului meu?Te pot atinge cu mana,te simt,dar stiu ca doar mi se pare..esti o iluzie optica...esti mult mai departe,tu esti legata de cerul pe care nu-l pot atinge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SgcuY_mDl_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SVJeap0qa2c/s1600-h/DSC06632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SgcuY_mDl_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SVJeap0qa2c/s200/DSC06632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334283290566432754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nisipul mi-a desenat trupul,si inchid ochii sa ma simt inghetata in fiorul ce-mi urmareste inima.Ar fi prea mult daca te-as ruga sa-i urmezi drumul,si sa-i aduci inapoi ceea ce-i lipseste?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-7127053029980024541?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7127053029980024541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=7127053029980024541' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7127053029980024541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7127053029980024541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/05/ziua-in-care-cerul-s-spart-in-doua_10.html' title='Ziua in care cerul s-a spart in doua'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SgctxvAwR5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/m54plQb_8D0/s72-c/mm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-8950907907800846391</id><published>2009-04-22T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:48:43.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu,nu esti.</title><content type='html'>Cuvintele imita gandurile?&lt;br /&gt;   Privirile imita dragostea?&lt;br /&gt;   Amurgul imita emotia?&lt;br /&gt;   Tacerea imita durerea?&lt;br /&gt;   Daca toate acestea se imita,&lt;br /&gt;   Atunci eu cand vreau sa te iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;   pe cine imit?&lt;br /&gt;   E oare vantul cel care te imita pe tine?&lt;br /&gt;   Daca da,atunci tu pe cine imiti?&lt;br /&gt;   Sunt eu cea care te imita pe tine..&lt;br /&gt;   sau tu esti doar o imitatie a visului meu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-8950907907800846391?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8950907907800846391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=8950907907800846391' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8950907907800846391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8950907907800846391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunu-esti.html' title='Nu,nu esti.'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6328874171226330549</id><published>2009-04-18T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:52:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ma iubesti altfel.</title><content type='html'>Astazi ploua in cuvinte,si mi-e ceata sa-mi gasesc pozitia.Te vreau sa Ma-nvii si pe mine,Te vreau sa ma rastignesti de mine,Te vreau caci imi recunosc pustiul pe care treptat l-am inghitit in mine.&lt;br /&gt;    Tu ma gandesti intr-o forma atat de perfecta Tata ceresc,si astazi Te vreau sa-Ti spun cat de mult te iubesc,caci numai Tu ma iubesti in fapte profunde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6328874171226330549?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3504878156382876961</id><published>2009-04-07T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:50:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creatia.Caci omul e pamantul</title><content type='html'>Inceputul a fost un negru suprapus cu negru....&lt;br /&gt;    A fost putina apa cu cerneala,&lt;br /&gt;    Si-un soare,visat poate putin mai galben.&lt;br /&gt;    A fost apoi ceva ciudat care mergea pe pata de cerneala.&lt;br /&gt;    Pamant cu aer insuflat,un vant vizibil,ceva ce tot vorbea.&lt;br /&gt;    Se pare insa,ca pamantul s-a crezut a fi nemuritor fiindca gandea,&lt;br /&gt;    Si astfel a ajuns sa se scufunde-n propriile idei de axis mundi.&lt;br /&gt;    ........................................................................................ &lt;br /&gt;    Pamantul cere cu strigate de sarpe,si astazi sa atinga cerul,&lt;br /&gt;    Nu intelege ca in palmele sale,e negru murdarit de negru..&lt;br /&gt;    Nu stie ca ar trebui sa ia putina apa... sa se-ntareasca,&lt;br /&gt;    Si poate apoi sa ceara suflul Celui care l-a gandit cu de-amanuntul.&lt;br /&gt;    Pamantul nu va fi cerneala niciodata,pe foaia mea mai merge astazi&lt;br /&gt;    vantul,se leagana,vorbeste,dar el inca nu stie,de ce chiar daca este doar tarana,&lt;br /&gt;    Nu-i seamana pamantului pe care tot il calca.....el inca nu stie......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     [Tu esti gandit de Dumnezeu...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3504878156382876961?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3504878156382876961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3504878156382876961' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3504878156382876961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3504878156382876961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/04/creatiacaci-omul-e-pamantul.html' title='Creatia.Caci omul e pamantul'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-4278382683904371595</id><published>2009-04-01T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:38:23.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omul din mine.Zbor spre unire</title><content type='html'>Omul din mine.Zbor spre unire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Omul din mine,striga dupa omul pe care-l pipaia odata,&lt;br /&gt;  dar el nu mai este.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu stia cum sa-i vorbeasca,cuvintele zdrobeau emotii,&lt;br /&gt;  cuvantul sfarama.&lt;br /&gt;  Lacrimile miroseau a umezeala sufletului sau,si nu putea...&lt;br /&gt;  nici macar sa planga.&lt;br /&gt;  Trupul era lut miscator,intr-un univers limitat de soare.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu striga,glasul lui era singur,era desert de voci interioare.   &lt;br /&gt;  Omul din mine nu comunica,eu eram piatra,atinsa totusi de mana, &lt;br /&gt;  ce nu lasa caderea,daca nu era defapt un zbor.&lt;br /&gt;  Ce nu stia insa....era ca slabiciunea mea a fost iubirea. &lt;br /&gt;  Ea m-a facut sa uit de tine,omul din mine,dar nu vorbi,asculta,&lt;br /&gt;  Priveste dincolo de inima mea...universul din ochii lui,nu e limitat de soare...&lt;br /&gt;  slabiciunea lui esti tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Uneste-te cu el omule din mine,asa vom putea uni prapastia dintre soare si luna. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  [Poate ca si omul din el striga ca omul din mine.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-4278382683904371595?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4278382683904371595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=4278382683904371595' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4278382683904371595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4278382683904371595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/04/omul-din-minezbor-spre-unire.html' title='Omul din mine.Zbor spre unire'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-8675294192828574487</id><published>2009-03-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:40:47.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar fi maine</title><content type='html'>Ma intreb ce-ar fi daca....ce-ar fi daca totul ar tacea...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb ce-ar fi daca s-ar auzi gandurile tale....&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi daca ele s-ar imprastia pe cer,si ar cadea..in mine?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi daca eu as putea sa vad fiecare vis al tau,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi daca as putea sa vad filmul inimii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb cum te-ai simti daca te-as tine de mana,&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi sa fiu...fara sa stii ca sunt?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi fost daca ochii mei la nastere ar fi invatat sa te vada doar pe tine?&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi fost ca tu sa nu ma vezi nicicand?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi fost daca tu si eu nu ne-am fi cunoscut..&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi fost sa nu fi stiut ca existam?&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb,cum ar fi oare sa stiu ca si tu spui la fel acum?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ar fi daca cuvintele mele ar fi defapt un gand de-al tau?&lt;br /&gt;Astazi probabil te-ai gandit la mine,gandul tau a fost defapt..doar glasul meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-8675294192828574487?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8675294192828574487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=8675294192828574487' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8675294192828574487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8675294192828574487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ar-fi-maine.html' title='Ar fi maine'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6364754254339991815</id><published>2009-03-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:07:01.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca...(ptr mami)</title><content type='html'>Daca n-ai fi fost tu,cu siguranta eu n-as mai fi fost.Daca n-ai fi fost tu,poate as fi existat prin altcineva,dar n-as mai fi fost eu.Daca tu nu m-ai fi vrut,astazi as fi fost moarta,daca tu nu m-ai fi iubit,astazi as fi fost goala.Daca tu nu m-ai fi invatat sa vorbesc,astazi as fi fost muta,daca tu nu m-ai fi invatat cuvantul,astazi n-as fi stiut sa-mi mai descriu sufletul asa.Daca tu nu m-ai fi invatat si sa plang,astazi as fi fost ca de piatra,daca tu nu m-ai fi invatat sa ma bucur de modestie,as fi fost abstract.Daca tu n-ai fi fost asa frumoasa,nici eu nu as mai fi fost draguta,daca tu n-ai fi fost asa,eu n-as mai fi fost nicicum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc!!!pentru 8 martie mamelul meu,si pentru ca esti o femeie speciala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6364754254339991815?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-8375915690565946059</id><published>2009-03-01T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:59:03.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albul o iluzie a negrului?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SarSCOT3aqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z56Z0QpmLFw/s1600-h/bestfriendjesushug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SarSCOT3aqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z56Z0QpmLFw/s320/bestfriendjesushug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308286046452542114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat e cateodata sa privesti in infinit,gandindu-te ca tu esti defapt un infinit,esti facut pentru o eternitate,si cand spun tu..ma refer la inima ta,nu la trupul tau.Ma gandeam zilele astea cat de complexa&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa fi facut Dumnezeu eternitatea,si cata bucurie infinita trebuie sa fie acolo,in infinitul bucuriei atat de straine de noi acum.Cata perfectiune,fiecare &lt;br /&gt;cuvant,fiecare verset,toul se implineste dupa cum El a spus ca se va implini.Glorie Lui!&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ar trebui defapt sa ne intristeze este faptul ca il tratam de multe ori pe Dumnezeu ca pe un accesoriu,asa cum spunea Paul Washer in una din predicile lui.Daca astazi avem nevoie de El,il pastram in mintea&lt;br /&gt;si in gandurile noastre,daca nu,il lasam undeva acasa,intrucat gasim ca nu este atat de trebuitor,decat atunci cand noi decidem asta.Punandu-te&lt;br /&gt;pentru o zi macar in locul lui Dumnezeu pentru a vedea defapt ce semnificatie are fiecare gest al tau de indiferenta,atunci probabil te-ai determina intr-un fel sau altul&lt;br /&gt;sa devii mai sensibil la durerea Lui.Poate ca tot ce spun eu aici sunt doar truisme pentru unii,posibil,dar daca e asa atunci de ce toti facem exact inversul a tot ceea&lt;br /&gt;ce sustinem,si de ce nu sustinem ceea ce trebuie prin gesturi,si nu prin cuvinte?E bine asa.E confortabil atat timp cat esti orb.Pacatul e stratul subtire de alb ce infasoara intunericul de negru,alb ce &lt;br /&gt;se arata pana cand negrul il asimileaza.Nu tot ceea ce e alb persista la adevarata valoarea,cerceteaza 'albul' din viata ta,ca nu cumva sa fie doar o iluzie a negrului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-8375915690565946059?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8375915690565946059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=8375915690565946059' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3705369181172798349</id><published>2009-03-01T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:29:54.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13:50</title><content type='html'>13:50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zgomotul asurzitor s-a prelins in tacere.&lt;br /&gt;13:30,adun pentru scaderea de peste 5 minute;&lt;br /&gt;Albul din negrul tavanului ma paralizeaza,&lt;br /&gt;Si lumina tipa-ntr-un contrast kitchos.&lt;br /&gt;13:35,scad acum pentru adunarea imposibila.&lt;br /&gt;Perdeaua fura din intimitatea soarelui,&lt;br /&gt;Si deja e noapte solara intre cei patru pereti.&lt;br /&gt;13:40 ceasul inimii s-a oprit in surzenie...&lt;br /&gt;Ii simt secundele moarte in timpanul drept,&lt;br /&gt;Si-ncep sa urlu in vulnerabilitatea de ore furate,&lt;br /&gt;Inghitita fiind de neputinta timpului de ieri.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi sunt imprastiata intre scaderea facuta de tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si adunarea-ncercata in mine.&lt;br /&gt;13:45,tic-tac in timpanul stang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3705369181172798349?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3705369181172798349/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3705369181172798349' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3705369181172798349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3705369181172798349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/03/1350.html' title='13:50'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3288062589079818978</id><published>2009-02-05T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:13:39.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identitatea ta si a lumii in care traiesti</title><content type='html'>Traim intr-o societate condusa din umbra de masonerie si legi sataniste.Semne la tot pasul a caror simbolistica nu o intelegem pentru ca suntem usor superficiali,sau pentru ca,se prea poate sa ne anesteziam gandul ca Sfarsitul nu este aceasta,si nici nu vine prea curand.Asa cum spun majoritatea celor ce se feresc de gandul acesta..'Desigur.. mai dureaza,stai linistit(o forma indirecta si inconstienta de a spune..'traieste-ti in continuare pacatul').....desigur,uita-te in urma cu 100 de ani si atunci erau razboaie...si acum 5 ani erau cipuri si in 2005 s-a legalizat cutare Constitutie.Sedative injectate in mintea noastra cu fiecare ocazie in care vedem si numai pentru o secunda,lumea ce isi distruge orice sansa posibila de a-si recunoste conditia.Conditia?da...multi nici macar nu admit,asta pentru ca nu sunt constienti,ca Il batjocoresc pe Dumnezeu prin modul lor de a trai.Probabil ca 90%dintre romanii care ar fi supusi unor sondaje pe strada ar spune'Da,sunt crestin'.Ok,eu as mai atasa o intrebare chestionarului...Esti crestin?Atunci spune-mi cum recunosti autoritatea Lui Dumnezeu asupra vietii tale,si ce faci practic pentru a-ti sustine identitatea de crestin?&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca totul e privit doar la suprafata,sunt crestin pentru ca m-am nascut intr-o familie crestina...ok si asta crezi ca te face crestin?Crezi ca in cazul in care mergi la biserica de 10 ori pe an(si asta e un caz fericit)te vei putea numi crestin?Nu,nimic din toate acestea.Nici macar mersul la biserica saptamanal nu te mantuieste,nici nu-ti da dreptul de-a te numi crestin.Este o teorie simpla,banala poate,dar gandeste-te practic facand o simpla comparatie intre timpul pe care il dai Lui Dumnezeu si timpul pe care il oferi mass-mediei,tie,prietenilor...si atunci vei afla CINE este Dumnezeu in viata ta,si unde Il asezi TU pe CEL despre care vorbesti atat de mult,ca Il iubesti si te ajuta.Decat sa stai de vorba cu El,preferi cu siguranta de cele mai multe ori sa te plictisesti uitandu-te la un film prost,sau la o emisiune care te provoaca atat de putin intelectual(spiritual nici nu se pune problema,cred ca emisiunile de genul acesta sunt pe cale de disparitie).&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sustine iubirea ta fata de Dumnezeu?Cand vei sta fata in fata cu El cum vei putea macar sa spui,da eu am preferat sa fac ORICE altceva decat sa stau de vorba cu tine?si ce paradox(!!!)....cu toate acestea te-ai numit singur'crestin',iubitor de Dumnezeu.Cum poti sa te minti atat de crunt?de ce nu recunosti ca in afara faptului ca te numesti singur'crestin',nu faci altceva de multe ori decat sa intorci cu 'gratie' spatele Celui ce lupta pentru tine,asa cum nimeni nu are nici puterea, nici dragostea suficienta sa o faca?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai folosi pretexte macar in minutele cand stai fata in fata cu mizeria din tine.Recunoaste-ti conditia de pacatos,si nu te mai proclama iubitor de Dumnezeu si crestin la tot pasul,doar prin cuvant si intonatie.Daca vrei sa-L proclami,proclama-L facand ceva practic,Dumnezeu nu are nevoie de teorii si nici de cuvinte ce iau viata numai pe hartie,sau in fata unor oameni carora vrei sa le demonstrezi 'identitatea ta spirituala'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3288062589079818978?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3288062589079818978/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3288062589079818978' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3288062589079818978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3288062589079818978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/02/identitatea-ta-si-lumii-in-care.html' title='Identitatea ta si a lumii in care traiesti'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1759288467793844523</id><published>2009-02-03T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:37:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeu,Sexul si Virusul HPV</title><content type='html'>[Am primit un link interesant de la cineva....cu un filmulet despre ceea ce voi vorbi mai jos,si m-am gandit ca ar fi o provocare sa spun in cuvinte ceea ce gandesc despre acest subiect]&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-am gandit ca voi posta un articol pe blog despre sex,intrucat e simplu.. m-am saturat sa vad cum totul a ajuns sa se reduca la aceast cuvant,care a devenit un simbol al ''barbatiei'(?huh?)...ce prostie...cata lipsa de logica in tot ce se promoveaza astazi.&lt;br /&gt;Cati stiu ca dupa virusul HIV...al doilea virus care poate fi mortal este HPV(Human Papilloma Virus),o infectie genitala,una dintre bolile cu transmitere sexuala cele mai raspandite, avind o prevalanta de 20-40% in rindul femeilor tinere din diverse tari in care a fost studiata.Factorii de risc pentru infectia cu HPV in general si pentru cancerele asociate cu acesta in special sunt: PARTENERI SEXUALI MULTIPLI,inceputul vietii sexuale la o virsta foarte frageda, promiscuitatea sexuala. Infectia cu HPV este foarte comuna si poate deveni foarte serioasa evoluand spre cancer.Multe tinere in special nu stiu ca atunci cand savarsesc actul sexual cu un tanar care a avut mai multe partenere,risca sa ia toate bolile pe care celelalte partenere le-au avut.Prin ORICE FEL de contact genital,virusl HPV poate fi transmis.&lt;br /&gt;Problema societatii de astazi este ca promoveaza in mod EXCESIV inceperea vietii sexuale inainte de casatorie.90% dintre tineri,si-au format ideea conform careia e totul in regula ca viata sexuala sa fie inceputa inainte...din mass-media.Cati dintre tineri nu tanjesc dupa viata din filmele hollywoodiene in care ne este prezentata de cele mai multe ori o viata perfetca..partenerii bineinteles se muta impreuna inainte de casatorie,si totul pare ca merge bine.'Ciudat' ca sondajele nu arata asta in viata reala,ba din contra.Rata divorturilor in cazul celor care sunt activi sexual inainte de casnicie este mult mai mare,iar partenerii care au o viata activa sexual si in cazul in care nu se casatoresc,nu rezista mai mult de 3 ani impreuna,si daca o fac...o fac pentru ca exista o rutina care te impiedica sa te desparti de cel cu care iti imparti viata.Dumnezeu a creat toate cu o tinta precisa..si daca El porunceste ca aceasta placere trupeasca sa se savarseasca intr-o viata de casnicie..atunci El stie cu exactitate de ce spune asta.Uita-te la cat de inteligent e creat corpul nostru si apoi gandeste-te cum sunt puse toate EXACT LA LOCUL POTRIVIT.Ce te face sa crezi ca porunca aceasta nu e buna?Ce te face sa nu traiesti asa cum El spune?Nu te mai minti ca e okay,ca oricum hormonii sunt de vina..ca 'numai pe vremea bunicii mai era asa'si etc.Si pana la urma da,pe vremea bunicii porunca mai era implinita pe alocuri...si daca stam sa ne gandim existau cupluri mult mai longevive decat cele din ziua de astazi...Da e mai important decat poti tu gandi vreodata ca partenerul tau sa stie ca a fost primul si va fi ultimul in viata ta si invers....Dar pana cand vei inghiti pastilele mass-mediei si pana cand te vei mai lasa influentat de filmele prost regizate ce aduc la viata atat de subtil principii de viata ce se opun Lui Dumnezeu?&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu inseamna perfectiune si daca perfectiunea nu are cusur,atunci toate poruncile Lui sunt perfect atintite catre tine.Totul tine de persoana ta...accepti sau nu ceea ce El iti cere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1759288467793844523?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1759288467793844523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1759288467793844523' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1759288467793844523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1759288467793844523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/02/dumnezeusexul-si-virusul-hpv.html' title='Dumnezeu,Sexul si Virusul HPV'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-5018832471430836029</id><published>2009-01-19T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:54:43.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasiune si Puritate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SXTqbpQx4II/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSWYK2bfn-A/s1600-h/D30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SXTqbpQx4II/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSWYK2bfn-A/s320/D30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293113222720774274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASIUNE SI PURITATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum se cuvine sa incep?Am lasat de ceva vreme 'Papillion' din mana.Aici e altceva,mi-am spus.E mai mult decat impresionant sa poti fii martor al cuvintelor atat de pur supuse legii Lui Dumnezeu,lege la a caror semnificatii nu poate accede decat iubirea.Iubirea ce depaseste conditia omului nerabdator,egoist,plin de sine...iubire ce inalta doar inimile celor ce se supun ei,fie ca e vorba de un an,de cinci sau de sapte.In cazul aceasta a fost vorba de sase ani de asteptare.Sase ani ca visul sa devina sincron cu realul sentimentelor izbucnite in ei,izbucnite cu atata 'Pasiune si Puritate',dupa cum spune si titlul cartii.Durere,confuzie,rugaciuni,amagiri,intrebari...si cate altele?cati dintre voi puteti intelege...cati dintre noi...?raspunsul e mai mult decat sigur...&lt;br /&gt;Cati intelegem ca iubirea nu inseamna 'a ma simti bine'?..iubirea se supune celuilalt daruindu-se si sacrificandu-se ca si cand nimic nu ar fi prea greu pentru ea.Iubirea tace in asteptarea chinuitoare si daca e nevoie scrasneste din dinti ca sa reziste....pentru ca iubirea,da iubirea...termen atat de tocit astazi incat si-a pierdut toate semnificatiile reale,inseamna a te lasa pe tine 'pentru mai tarziu'...si a darui celui de langa tine..'nu mai tarziu,ci acum'.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o experienta noua intrucat nu-mi este dat in fiecare zi sa citesc scrisori de dragoste..a unui 'el' catre 'preaiubita lui',scrisori reale a unui barbat,(nu-l pot numi indragostit,mi se pare intr-o oarecare masura o jignire..e mult mai mult de atat)ce transpira versuri si cuvinte pentru ea.In anii '50 se intampla totul,atunci cand nu exista invazia comunicarii de astazi,pe care nici nu stiu cum sa o numesc...secatuita poate de orice simboluri posibile.Atunci exista hartia sarata de lacrimi,lacrimi ce strigau dorul a doi iubiti despartiti geografic ce staruiau asa cum spune ea'cu gandul asupra trecutului si viitorului,retraind fericirea de a fi fost impreuna si anticipand bucuria reunirii'.Exista totusi un risc si in modalitatea aceasta de a supravietui distantei..exista riscul de a irosi prezentul pe de-a-ntregul,si nici asa nu e sanatos,nu asta inseamna plinatate.Refugiul in emotii si zambete trecute nu vindeca momentul actual.Singuratatea de acum trebuie inteleasa si ea ca un dar...o ai pentru ca asa trebuie,si daca asa trebuie bucura-te atat cat o poti face intelegand ca ea poate fi un material de sacrificiu pentru ceva sau pentru cineva.Timpul pe care il ai acum nu o sa-l mai ai cand va veti uni.Sunt multe lucruri care trebuie studiate in detaliu,sunt emotii pe care le-am simtit pana in maduva oaselor,ajungand sa strang tare maxilarul ca sa nu izbucnesc in lacrimi(asta pentru ca sunt usor orgolioasa si ma cert cu lacrimile des).&lt;br /&gt;Dupa sase ani explodeaza in imbratisari de mult asteptate,imbratisari ce-si spuneau'acum suntem una'.Acum.&lt;br /&gt;1956.El. Dupa sase ani de asteptari ca dragostea lor sa inunde adancul din ei.....in jungla de est.Acolo unde explica indienilor din triburi,a caror limba o invatase cu dedicare,despre Dumnezeu,de a carui existenta nu stiau nimic.....moare ucis de sagetile auca.Dupa sase ani de asteptari si dupa numai trei de casnicie.&lt;br /&gt;1956.Tacere.Ce ai spune daca,dupa sase ani,te unesti cu trupul tau ca numai dupa trei ani sa-i dai drumul spre cer?!&lt;br /&gt;8 ianuarie.Jim Elliot nu mai e.Ea.Tacere de lacrimi uscat de dureroase.Singura?Nu...''Caci Eu sunt cu tine''.Dumnezeu era fiorul ce ii mangaia fiinta in suspine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.....]Pacatuiesc cei care cred&lt;br /&gt;Ca poate fi vreun conflict intre iubire si iubire.&lt;br /&gt;                              (Edward Henry Bickersteth,'Yesterday')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-5018832471430836029?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5018832471430836029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=5018832471430836029' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5018832471430836029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5018832471430836029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasiune-si-puritate.html' title='Pasiune si Puritate'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SXTqbpQx4II/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSWYK2bfn-A/s72-c/D30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-4057518530433028692</id><published>2008-12-12T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:18:02.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nimic</title><content type='html'>Idei,ganduri,ani si zile&lt;br /&gt;  Tac rostind ceva,paradoxal de tare,&lt;br /&gt;  Ma eliberez de saptamani de vise..&lt;br /&gt;  Si desenez acum paralizand cumva.&lt;br /&gt;  Lumini de negru,ochi de aer...&lt;br /&gt;  Rotesc inelul,defapt cred ca e mintea mea,&lt;br /&gt;  Si bat din nou prin puls la usa ta indepartata&lt;br /&gt;  ca sa-mi raspunzi uimit prin gestul tau notat,dar ud.&lt;br /&gt;  Idei,ganduri ani si poate zile...&lt;br /&gt;  De ce tocmai acum?De ce nu mai devreme?&lt;br /&gt;  Si bat...m-auzi?E strigatul din vise?&lt;br /&gt;  Sau e prezentul trecutului din viitorul meu?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-4057518530433028692?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4057518530433028692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=4057518530433028692' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4057518530433028692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4057518530433028692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/12/din-nimic.html' title='Din nimic'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-5201161759465994689</id><published>2008-11-19T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:17:20.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzica alba</title><content type='html'>Astazi ceasul a uitat sa sune,m-a trezit ploaia.Cerul mintii mele e mai ingandurat decat alaltaieri,astazi inseamna maine si maine e doar azi.&lt;br /&gt;Arunc in mine cu intrebari ce parca nu-si au rostul,dar arunc ca s-aud cum suna omul din mine atunci cand doare.Sunt tacere de vorbe si gheata de cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia de astazi e muzica linistitor de usoara,miroase a inspiratie..dar pentru omul din mine e doar apa de ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;Privesc cerul cu atata concentratie incat observ ca s-a innorat de tot orice puls de viata.Picura cu dor de regasire,si se repeta obsesiv acelasi 'taci,asteapta!'.Rabdarea nu e altceva decat framantarea timpului,un timp de muzica alba.&lt;br /&gt;Apa de ploaie ma spala astazi si pentru maine..miros a senzatii si izbucnesc caci totusi nu mai pot.Lacrimile se unesc cu ninsoarea transparenta devenind doar una,un cantec vulnerabil si trecator al ochilor mei zgomotosi.Ma-mbratisez cu apa si te-nlocuiesc pentru o secunda cu linistea infiorator de umeda a ploii calme.&lt;br /&gt; Acum dar,sterge-mi sentimentele cu prezenta ta si nu mai lasa in mine ploaia pana nu vei invata sa fii acolo inainte de a picura din mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-5201161759465994689?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5201161759465994689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=5201161759465994689' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5201161759465994689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5201161759465994689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/11/muzica-alba_19.html' title='Muzica alba'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-7812450294698164638</id><published>2008-10-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:49:17.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made by Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPohbcuelhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qdd4yHZK-58/s1600-h/DSC05300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPofgcnaKdI/AAAAAAAAADM/3MeUofdCafU/s320/DSC05240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258550157206235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPofV21lxvI/AAAAAAAAADE/uvK4ZGY4X5U/s1600-h/DSC05232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPofV21lxvI/AAAAAAAAADE/uvK4ZGY4X5U/s320/DSC05232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549975266477810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca iubesc fotografia..si pentru ca pozele tale ma inspira!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-7812450294698164638?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7812450294698164638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=7812450294698164638' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7812450294698164638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7812450294698164638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/10/made-by-alex.html' title='Made by Alex'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPohbcuelhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qdd4yHZK-58/s72-c/DSC05300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1257531677292775655</id><published>2008-10-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:43:38.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amestec Spiritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPS-Ijrn4eI/AAAAAAAAACs/X15s8EAnAoo/s1600-h/DSC00842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPS-Ijrn4eI/AAAAAAAAACs/X15s8EAnAoo/s200/DSC00842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257035719274652130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Plangi cu mine,dar potoleste-ma..&lt;br /&gt;   Incurajeaza golul din mine si umple-ma,&lt;br /&gt;   Striga in strafundul mintii mele,dar linisteste-ma..&lt;br /&gt;   Vorbeste inimii mele si iubeste-ma.&lt;br /&gt;   Sunt Eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Trezeste-ne mai repede,dar stai apoi cu noi,&lt;br /&gt;   Iubeste-ne iubindu-ne,si lasa-ne-n culori..&lt;br /&gt;   Trage tacut cortina,si-odihneste-ne in ploi.....&lt;br /&gt;    Simti?&lt;br /&gt;   Suntem Noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1257531677292775655?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1257531677292775655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1257531677292775655' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1257531677292775655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1257531677292775655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/10/amestec-spiritual.html' title='Amestec Spiritual'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SPS-Ijrn4eI/AAAAAAAAACs/X15s8EAnAoo/s72-c/DSC00842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1505497380467555822</id><published>2008-10-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:16:27.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..pentru ca spui totul in locul meu</title><content type='html'>Pentru simplitatea cu care ma incurajezi..pentru ca esti mereu acolo cand iti spun.. de data asta parca nu mai pot... pentru ca imi dai putere sa lupt,si da mi-e greu,dar stiu ca tu-mi vei spune ca pot...si pentru asta vreau sa pot.Multumesc pentru ca esti in inima mea si stiu ca e mai mult de atat,multumesc ca prin cuvinte simple nu ma lasi sa cad,si chiar daca o fac stii sa-mi aduci aminte de momentele frumoase ce le-am avut, sau ma transpui in viitor pentru ceea ce va veni si asta mi-e de-ajuns.&lt;br /&gt; ...pentru ca esti atenta la fiecare detaliu si-mi povesteti cu atata dragoste moment cu moment,cuvant cu cuvant si virgula cu virgula....pentru ca esti atenta la acei ochi in care-mi spui mereu ca vezi o dragoste tacuta.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fiu mai simpla ca niciodata pentru ca vreau sa spun cat se poate de modest prin puterea cuvantului ca te iubesc nu pentru faptul ca ma iubesti ci pentru modul in care imi demonstrezi asta,pentru ca de atatea ori esti in gandurile mele si spui in locul meu cuvintele de care am atata nevoie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1505497380467555822?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1505497380467555822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1505497380467555822' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1505497380467555822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1505497380467555822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/10/pentru-ca-spui-totul-in-locul-meu.html' title='..pentru ca spui totul in locul meu'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3749179397087638248</id><published>2008-09-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:07:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste (M. Sorescu)</title><content type='html'>Poveste&lt;br /&gt;          M. Sorescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sufletul tau functioneaza cu lemne,&lt;br /&gt; Iar al meu cu electricitate.&lt;br /&gt; Dragostea ta scoate fum,&lt;br /&gt; A mea e din flacari curate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi vom mai merge impreuna&lt;br /&gt;O buna bucata de pamant,&lt;br /&gt;O buna bucata de cer,&lt;br /&gt;O buna bucata de luna.&lt;br /&gt;Vom fi fericiti pentru iarba&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru lac,&lt;br /&gt;Vom rade pentru copac,&lt;br /&gt;Vom slavi drumul cu cate-o gura&lt;br /&gt;Si vom tine un moment de reculegere&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare cotitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vom lua dupa umbra mea&lt;br /&gt;Care merge inainte,&lt;br /&gt;Ne vom lua dupa primul gand,&lt;br /&gt;Ne vom lua dupa doua-trei cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand ne va iesi in cale Sfanta Vineri&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne spuna printre altele&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu mai suntem tineri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca ea n-o sa ne mai dea de-acum&lt;br /&gt;Nici electricitate pentru flacara,&lt;br /&gt;Nici lemne pentru fum.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Si acum vine intrebarea mea...''Nici electricitate pentru flacara,/Nici lemne pentru fum./''....atunci ce?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3749179397087638248?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3749179397087638248/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3749179397087638248' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3749179397087638248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3749179397087638248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/poveste-m-sorescu.html' title='Poveste (M. Sorescu)'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6386902201212524030</id><published>2008-09-24T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:52:03.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inainte de a da 'close'</title><content type='html'>Ma tot uitam zilele astea pe birou si citeam (inca recitesc,nu stiu de ce)gandurile pe care le am imprastiate mai peste tot.Unul dintre ele vreau sa ti-l spun si tie,pentru ca il consider ca fiind un adevar intelept care aplicat ar fi un remediu la multe din framantarile noastre.&lt;br /&gt; Iata cum suna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CE &lt;/span&gt;sa ceri&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;UNDE&lt;/span&gt; sa ceri&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CUM &lt;/span&gt;sa ceri&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PENTRU CE&lt;/span&gt; sa ceri&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CAND&lt;/span&gt; sa ceri&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAT SA OFERI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate iti suna a cliseu,dar nu te grabi sa etichetezi totul atat de superficial.Gandeste-te de doua ori inainte de a da 'close'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6386902201212524030?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6386902201212524030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=6386902201212524030' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6386902201212524030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6386902201212524030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/inainte-de-da-close.html' title='Inainte de a da &apos;close&apos;'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6332608416785713116</id><published>2008-09-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:30:13.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peronul sters de dor</title><content type='html'>Pe peronul Gariii de Nord s-a imprastiat ceva din voi,dureroasa ora pe care o trageati cumva sa se mai poata lungi.Un zambet care astepta plecarea..atat,si-o mana care tanjea sa fie-mbratisare-ntotdeauna...si n-a fost asa.Trei cuvinte rosteati,sau poate patru..dar intensitatea din ochi spunea chiar totul...si parc-o simt in timp ce-l privesti, o simt asa de vie, pentru ca vorbele tale sunt mai reale pentru imaginatia mea decat orice altfel de explicatie.&lt;br /&gt;Cand ochii tai tac,ma doare linistea ta profunda, pentru ca simt durerea miilor intrebari pe care ti le pui.Da le simt in mine,si tac cu trupul.Mi-ar fi placut sa-ti spun ca trenul pleaca pentru cateva minute,dar nu e asa..a plecat si nu oricum, a plecat lasand in urma chipul tau intors demult cu gandul inainte,un suflet insetat dupa copilul din el.&lt;br /&gt;Peronul ce duce spre departare, si gara ce parca miroase a gol,a zdrobit poate mai mult cutremurul declansat deja in tine...Si mana lui cu care tinea lantisorul,o parte din ea..umilea pana in adanc ideea ei despre ceea ce-nseamna tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu,stiu ca tu strigi in tine..si stiu ca astepti acum sa-l vezi intr-o alta gara,sa-l poti surprinde cu durerea ce-o tii in tine,sa-l poti imbratisa golindu-ti astfel in unirea scurta..intrebarile de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Cu glasul taiat te aud cu-ntarziere,'mi-a fost dor...',si el tace pentru ca nu stie ce-ar fi mai bine pentru tine..cu toate c-ar vrea sa-ti fie ecou.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o gara trista, pe care paradoxal s-a nascut bucuria,astepti mereu trenul acela, si parca-l vezi tinandu-se de bara,si fara sa mai poata clipi, te striga mut,si-ti transpira lantisorul in mana lui calda, simtindu-ti astfel inima langa a lui.&lt;br /&gt;...si stiu ca pe genunchii lacrimilor tale te-ntrebi acum....oare e-al meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    [pentru ca te iubesc draga mea..pentru tine]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6332608416785713116?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6332608416785713116/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=6332608416785713116' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6332608416785713116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6332608416785713116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/peronul-sters-de-dor.html' title='Peronul sters de dor'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1303136176663349019</id><published>2008-08-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:54:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esti dependent de logica?</title><content type='html'>Intr-o zi,un om de stiinta il intreba pe un predicator de ce versiunea biblica a creatiei a sfidat logica.Zambind,acesta raspunse:''Motivul pentru care Dumnezeu a venit de nicaieri este pentru ca nu avea de unde sa vina.Si pentru ca a venit de nicaieri,nu a stat pe nimic,caci nu avea pe ce sa stea.Si fiindca nu a stat pe nimic,a ajuns acolo unde nu se putea ajunge si a prins ceva cand nu era nimic de prins.Apoi a atarnat acel ceva de nimic si i-a spus sa stea acolo si nimeni nu a spus un cuvant pentru ca nu era nimeni in jur care sa spuna ceva.Apoi Dumnezeu Si-a spus:''Este foarte bine!''.&lt;br /&gt;   Ca oameni,avem tendinta sa ne dam seama de lucruri dinainte.Dar nu suntem atat de inteligenti cum credem.Solomon a spus:''Nu te socoti singur intelept....''caci vei descoperi ca nu este asa!Un autor crestin scrie:''Nu aveam pace.Daca nu intelegeam totul..deveneam nelinistit,nu aveam odihna,eram agitat,ma ingrijoram,si eram tafnos...ca un dependent de droguri care are nevoie de ''doza'';gravitatea nu era aceeasi ,dar simptomele da.Eram crestin si se presupunea ca merg prin credinta...credeam in mantuirea prin Hristos,dar in alte domenii credeam in mine insumi.''.Iar ingrijorarea,ca orice alt pacat,trebuie rezolvat.&lt;br /&gt;   Ieremia a spus:''nu sta in puterea omului,cand umbla,sa-si indrepte pasii spre tinta''(Ieremia 10:23).Asa ca nu mai incerca sa controlezi toate rezultatele!Viata este mult mai plina de pace cand te hotarasti sa te increzi in Dumnezeu,indiferent de imprejurari!&lt;br /&gt;                                                           ( mesaj preluat din ''Cuvantul Lui Dumnezeu pentru astazi'')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1303136176663349019?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1303136176663349019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1303136176663349019' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1303136176663349019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1303136176663349019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/08/esti-dependent-de-logica.html' title='Esti dependent de logica?'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-1879990029525004132</id><published>2008-08-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:56:13.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane 2</title><content type='html'>1 august i'm back!!ce mai faci?tu,da...ce mai faci?ce te incrunti asa...cu tine vorbesc...!!cum sa-mi raspunzi?simplu.....asa cum faci de obicei!hmm..ciudat esti astazi.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost plecata,da..am atatea sa-ti povestesc!!Mi-a fost dor de bro',taaaare dor,si m-am bucurat sa-l pot imbratisa din nou,trecuse ceva vreme...uitasem de schimbarea care se produce in mine atunci cand sunt cu el.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-l introduc...e un sangvinic,daaa ca mine..doar e din familie,lol....si daa normal e mortal.Stii cum primeste el musafirii?N-ai sa ghicesti....pai,te duce langa calculatorul lui,cauta ceva in folderul cu filme..agitat,cu ochii pierduti printre litere si bingo...gaseste filmul lui preferat  'Airplane 2'.&lt;br /&gt;Da clickuri agitat si incepe sa rada,musafirul se uita ciudat la el,ca deh...nu stie ce se-ntampla,si gata cauta cateva din secventele lui preferate,si ti le pune de cel putin 10 ori pana cand razi cu el.Daca nu razi nici a 10-a oara de faza care i se pare lui 'prea tare',atunci incerca sa te convinga altfel 'ca...faza e bestiala'...iti explica de 1000 de ori ce se-ntampla..de parca ar avea in fata lui un copil de 2 ani care nu intelege filmul'deci staai...uite aici...bine bine pun pe pauza...haaaaaa haaaa tu vezi ce a facut asta...bine mai dau putin inapoi..haaaaa haaa...veeeezi...??'&lt;br /&gt;...si uite asa vreo 30 de min cat dureaza toate secventele puse cap la cap..nu scapi dk esti o 'noutate' prin casa.Nici eu n-am scapat chiar dk nu eram o noutate..... nu vazusem Airplane 2..asa ca da...a trebuit sa rad...dar nu a 10-a oara,ci a 20-a...ptr ca nu prindeam 'faza aia tare'.&lt;br /&gt;Ouf..be right back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-1879990029525004132?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1879990029525004132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=1879990029525004132' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1879990029525004132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/1879990029525004132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/08/airplane-2.html' title='Airplane 2'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-8111849173452850217</id><published>2008-07-01T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:24:38.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOGIC</title><content type='html'>Ilogic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sub cifre inlemnite,&lt;br /&gt;   Sub aerul de fum,&lt;br /&gt;   Sub cerul plin de luna,&lt;br /&gt;   Sta norul gol de drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sub tine,sau in tine..&lt;br /&gt;   Sub albul nepatruns,&lt;br /&gt;   Sub ceata de cuvinte,&lt;br /&gt;   Eu tac in nevazut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sub tot ce nu-ntelegeti,&lt;br /&gt;   Si-n tot ce n-am vazut,&lt;br /&gt;   Sta un abstract de vise,&lt;br /&gt;   Si-n tot ce-am vrut sa spun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-8111849173452850217?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8111849173452850217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=8111849173452850217' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8111849173452850217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/8111849173452850217'/><link 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&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sa-l aleg pe cel maro,sau pe cel roz?Roooz.....mi-am facut doua codite,si mi-am desfacut acadeua preferata.....m-am incaltat,si in timp ce cautam grijulie cheile,m-a trecut un fior dulce-amarui.M-am regasit in oglinda.....dar mi-am dat seama cat de penibila sunt....numai pot fi&lt;br /&gt;asa cum eram,numai sunt copil.Sau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mi-am desfacut parul,am lasat acadeaua din mana,si m-am uitat din nou in oglinda la cea pe care o priveam inocent acum,insa copilul plecase,regasesc o fiinta cu trasaturi mature de femeie,iar asta m-a rascolit pana in strafundul inimii. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;M-am pierdut in intensitatea imaginii din oglinda....si m-am aseazat pe canapeaua ce m-a imbratisat cu drag.Ceasul dansa pe vechiul blues ''tic-tac''...iar secundarul ma alearga entuziasmat,cu dorinta de a-mi face o invitatie la dans, invitatie pe care o refuz politicos,pe simplul motiv ca n-am timp...stiam ca asa ma voi face inteleasa de el.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ochii imi vorbesc in soapta ca urechile sa n-auda nimic..si zambesc ca un bun complice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mi-e dor sa-mi cant desenele copilariei ...si sa dansez muzica,cu pasi de dans anonimi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;MI-e dor sa ma bucur de viata mea boema,mi-e dor sa ma entuzismez pana la limita de o imbratisare,sau de o privire timida din partea ta...si daa,poate mi-e dor sa copilaresc desenand cai verzi pe pereti si daa mi-e dor sa rad de mine,fara sa mi se para un lucru scandalos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Mi-e dor sa te apreciez asa cum ar trebui sa o fac,si mi-e dor sa-mi fie usor sa plang in hohote fara sa mi se para penibil,pentru ca asa sunt eu si trebuie sa accept toate femeile din mine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As vrea sa fiu din nou copil,si da as vrea sa cred cu sinceritatea specifica copilariei,ca pot opri timpul atunci cand vreau eu,prin simplul gest de a scoate bateriile ceasului,atunci poate as fi capabila sa spun ca am timp sa te iubesc,pentru ca am libertatea de a opri ceasul atunci cand imi vorbesti cu ochii,si ma mangai cu privirea...atat as vrea...mi-e dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-5630013904851453986?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5630013904851453986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=5630013904851453986' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5630013904851453986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/5630013904851453986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-e-doratat.html' title='Mi-e dor...atat!'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-3959073941856703351</id><published>2008-04-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:03:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nestea cu zuzu</title><content type='html'>Nu te plac,nu ma placi...punct!Asa ne-am vorbit din ochi prima data...si asa am respins ideea de a putea construi ceva...!Se pare insa ca Domnul a avut alt plan cu noi.Fara sa ne dam seama,de la nimic,a inceput totul.De la nimic,s-a construit un univers,lumea noastra.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea noastra?hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Doi copiii mari,cu inghetata nestea in mana.Cam asa ...deseneaza mintea mea,tabloul cu momentele in care noi ne simtim cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna am invatat sa ne bucuram si sa pretuim lucrurile simple care dau atata gust emotiilor.&lt;br /&gt;Uitam de noi atunci cand vorbim...vorbim cu tacerea dintre noi,lasand in urma atatea cuvinte ce ne descriu asa cum putini stiu sa o faca.Iubesc marea,urasti plaja....iubesti drumetiile,iubesc patul:))...sunt indragostita de ideea de feminitate,tu iubesti tot ceea ce nu tine de feminitate,visezi ....mai mereu...visezi si pentru mine,eu insa ma ocup de trezire....,dormi mult,eu stau treaza tot timpul:))....iubesc literatura,dar tu iubesti informatica,iubesc uneori tocurile..si tu...iubesti tocurile atat timp cat nu te incalta ele pe tine..si tu pe ele niciodata,si daca nu le-ai vedea la mine,parca ar fi si mai bine,nu?&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ne certam,ne iubim si mai mult.... ne dam telefon aproape plangand...sau ne scriem pe mess...cuvinte atat de frumoase de parca am pleca dincolo.&lt;br /&gt;Natural de ciudata e relatia noastra,natural de roz sunt gandurile noastre,natural de albastru vedem viitorul nostru...natural pentru ca traim prin naturalul a ceaa ce se numeste sentimente de prietenie pure.&lt;br /&gt;Iubim sa ne iubim asa cum suntem,iubim sa fim in sinceritate tot timpul,iubim sa ne trezim dimineata si sa ne povestim ce am visat,sa transformam apoi visele in realitate,si sa plecam spre alta lume..mai colorata decat cea in care traim,pentru ca noi o visam asa.&lt;br /&gt;Si cand ne apuca, ne punem un film de dragoste,si plangeem ascunse de negrul camerei,si apoi visaaaam trei zile...'poate,poate,zuzu...vine fat-frumos,vine vine..''&lt;br /&gt;Astazi 1 an......te iubesc zuzu...si Ii multumesc Domnului pentru binecuvantarea pe care mi-a dat-o prin prietenia noastra,si iti multumesc tie..pentru ca ma asculti si pentru ca ai incredere in mine,asa cum si eu am in tine.Multumesc pentru ca impreuna construim,si atunci cand obosesti ....imi spui sa te astept ca sa nu contruiesc nimic singura.&lt;br /&gt;1 an...tot mai mult,nimic mai putin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s......maine sa-mi iei un nestea.....ok?&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.........ah....de fructe de padure&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.s........si sa imi amintesti sa iau baterii la aparat&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.s.s.......siiiiiii nu uita sa mai colorezi partea aia cu 'nunta noastra',mai multa emotie acolo,pare cam sec:)),mai multe detalii,si ramane roz cu alb...gata!&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.s.s.s......si gata inca un p.s............zuzu DA VOLUMUL LA MAXIM...LA TELEFON!&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.s.s.s.s..........ufff..cred ca am spus tot...&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s.s.s.s.s.s.........NUU.....te iubesc suri'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-3959073941856703351?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3959073941856703351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=3959073941856703351' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3959073941856703351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/3959073941856703351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/nestea-cu-zuzu.html' title='Nestea cu zuzu'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-720422096852415712</id><published>2008-04-21T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:37:57.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In cinstea pianului din mansarda veche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAxH2AdOrcI/AAAAAAAAACE/LmsepPF-UiI/s1600-h/pian-in-apa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAxH2AdOrcI/AAAAAAAAACE/LmsepPF-UiI/s320/pian-in-apa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191603463612444098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Vantul m-a condus spre mansarda veche de pe plaja absorbita de atata galben dubios de nisipos.Rochia mea vaporoasa danseaza de bucuria revederii tale,oglinda a visului meu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Urc scarile de lemn,ce tremura in surdina...si stiu ca te voi regasi acolo,absorbit de muzica,de note,de ganduri pe care le canti mereu ascultand pianul.E gol in mintea mea,emotia mi-a zdrobit bataia inimii,recunosc usa,dar mi-e teama sa o deschid,mi-e teama ca o sa ma cuceresti a mia oara..pian al trairilor mele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am ezitat cateva secunde..acolo in fata usii de un lemn aproape transpira.Cu alb in privire, am deschis lumea...universul aerului meu...esti aici, te-am gasit suflet cald in mine, crescut cu dragoste puerila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;M-am descaltat de ganduri tulburatoare,si in picioarele goale de nerabdare, am dansat spre tine.Priveai in gol,dar mi-ai surprins ochii inlacrimati de setea sufletului tau...defapt priveai in adancul meu atat de absorbit de ceea ce regaseai acolo.Ai simtit nevoia sa ma iei in brate,sa ma strangi intr-o unire inocenta,dar te-am oprit prin tacerea ochilor mei stinsi,eram acolo sa ma-ncalzesti cantandu-mi usor,ca sa ma poti mangaia cu notele melodiei noastre,si apoi sa ne inaltam sufletele in noi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma urci,ma umplii de un fior placut pian alb din mansarda veche a visului meu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Nu-mi mai pasa...inchid ochii si dansez in varful picioarelor,ce se-mpiedica in rochia prea lunga,si uda de saratul marii,dar ma simt bine, caci pianul m-a luat la dans pe ritmul vantului de-afara,vant,ce atinge usor valurile,intimidate de soapta rostita in tine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Si da....pianul canta magulit de atingerea mainilor tale,ce parca nici nu ating clapele,ci doar se prefac in nebunia lor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Doar marea...doar timiditatea cerului,doar cantecul pianului nostru acompaniat de valurile sparte in gol,doar dansul nostru prin care ne inaltam unul pe celalalt usor in zbor,doar fiorul cumplit de viu din cuvintele rostite in noi,doar ochii nostrii ce se priveau insetati de-atata muzica a sufletului,doar tu,doar tu...eu si pianul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-720422096852415712?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/720422096852415712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-6394878525699238549</id><published>2008-04-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:12:35.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai stai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAeRBFJlLsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WrIW5FajJoU/s1600-h/458416198.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAeRBFJlLsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WrIW5FajJoU/s200/458416198.img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190276543316045506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAI STAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am venit.Ai plecat,scuturand frunze reci de mai,&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat.Ai venit sa ceri cenusa zilelor de rai,&lt;br /&gt;Am visat.Te-ai trezit vazand o lume fara de fiori,&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit.Ai visat,o lume larga,plina de noi doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai zburat.Eu am stat,s-astept focul lunii mai,&lt;br /&gt;Am zburat.Tu ai stat,citind din norii negrii albi,&lt;br /&gt;Te-am visat.M-ai visat,visand la cerul mintii mele,&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am iubit.Ne-au urat,si astazi stam in lacul mintii noastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-6394878525699238549?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6394878525699238549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=6394878525699238549' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/6394878525699238549'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAYZLVJlLqI/AAAAAAAAABk/i-6E7M5DV7M/s1600-h/3228345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAYZLVJlLqI/AAAAAAAAABk/i-6E7M5DV7M/s200/3228345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189863303037660834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O singura minte,un singur oras,o singura strada,aglomerata de 1000 de ganduri pe secunda!!As incerca sa fac o intersectie,dar mi-e teama de celelalte 1000 de ganduri cu care ma voi intalni la rascruce!&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca imi anesteziez putin simturile,si apoi le las sa cada pe cimentul metalic,oricum...nu mai simt nimic,ma las purtata de vantul aspru,de care paradoxal,ma simt mangaiata,ii simt parca degetele firave,il simt acolo...aproape de aerul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in gol pasind,pe gandurile,ideile,intrebarile de altadata,pasesc scuturand orice a mai ramas,cu mainile incrucisate,si picioarele indurerate alerg sa ma adun!&lt;br /&gt;M-am gasit in albastrul infinit,m-am regasit in ploaia pe care o primesc cu atata drag stand pe o banca,si asteptand sa-mi inunde fiinta in transparent,m-am regasit in verde,in oameni,in tine,m-am regasit in mine...dar cel mai tare ma doare Tata caci nu ma regasesc in Tine!Sunt asa secatuita de gandurile mele,incat ma indepartez de Tine!&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc ploaia....imi linisteste universul,ma inunda in pace,si ma bucur asa de mult Tata ca astazi mi-ai dat ploaia sa pot dansa cu ea in mijlocul durerii,multumesc pentru ca ma lasi sa vorbesc cu creatia Ta,multumesc pentru ca mai presus de orice Doamne mi-ai dat ploaia ca sa te pot simti pe Tine,mai aproape de mine!&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc pentru durerea pe care o simt atat de puternic lipita de simtamintele mele,pentru ca numai asa pot realiza ca efectul imediat al durerii,este schimbarea si maturitatea trairii.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc pentru ca-mi dai ploaia din infinitul albstru,pentru ca ma speli de mine,pentru ca ma faci o faptura noua,aducand soarele ce ma usuca,si apoi curcubeul ce pune culoare peste durerea mea!&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc pentru refugiul pe care il gasesc in Tine,si mai presus de toate iti multumesc pentru ca ma pot ascunde in dragostea Ta nemarginita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-7957449027558744081?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7957449027558744081/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=7957449027558744081' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7957449027558744081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/7957449027558744081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/multumesc.html' title='Multumesc....'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/SAYZLVJlLqI/AAAAAAAAABk/i-6E7M5DV7M/s72-c/3228345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-2092735893718313943</id><published>2008-03-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:12:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma pierd de mine</title><content type='html'>Ma cufund in ceata si tac in galagia mea....ca sa aud totul.Ma agit sa inteleg nebunia de cuvinte,dar cad pe literele ce  adancesc si mai tare...golul ideilor mele.Strig sa ma recunosc,dar nu mai sunt eu...nu mai am puterea sa ascult ecoul.Ma plimb ca sa tocesc gandurile,sa le pot presa bine si sa le arunc la dosarul 'trecut',dar nici asta parca nu mai pot sa fac,caci imi strang genunchii numai ca sa-mi incalzesc lacrimile ce se scufunda in literele ce devin doar tus...negru...dar ce mai conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;Ce mai conteaza daca ochii se pierd in transparent,ce mai conteaza ca sunt doar apa cu nuante de maro si alb,ce mai conteaza ca zambetul e unul de mult pierdut....ce mai conteaza?m-am pierdut....&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba ma strigi,stiu ca ma vreau inapoi,dar n-am puterea sa ma iau cu mine,las doar golul sa ma imbrace usor in forte nule,ca sa pornesc spre...spre alb...spre??nici asta nu mai stiu...n-am puterea sa descopar dorinta care-mi sopteste ceva,n-am puterea ...caci nu mai aud...&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc in indiferenta sunetului,nici muzica nu are puterea sa vibreze veselia din obrajii mei...de ce?pentru ca sunt lipsita de muzicalitatea rasului,pentru ca mintea mea..nu mai distinge tacerea de sunete legate prin ecoul miscarilor.&lt;br /&gt;M-am pierdut de mine?Nu...nu mi-am dat drumul,ma tin inca de mana...sau...sau....nu sunt eu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-2092735893718313943?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2092735893718313943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=2092735893718313943' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2092735893718313943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2092735893718313943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-pierd-de-mine.html' title='Ma pierd de mine'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-4726264272936771842</id><published>2008-03-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:50:31.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa pe muzica</title><content type='html'>Leapsa pe muzica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cine a venti cu ideea asta,dar e genial de funny!!Eu una m-am distrat pe cinste,mi-am ales vreo 60 de melodii,care imi plac..mai mult sau mai putin,si rezultatul este mai jos:P&lt;br /&gt;nu e mare lucru,iata ce trebuie sa faci....&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Vezi cum reactionezi,nu te speria dk la una dintre intrebari,raspunsul va fi...mai mult sau mai putin aproape de realitate poate chiar nu te vei casatori niciodata:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pune Winamp-ul pe shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apasă forward pentru fiecare întrebare.&lt;br /&gt;3. Foloseşte titlul melodiei pentru răspuns, chiar dacă nu are sens. NU TRIŞA!&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrie cu bold întrebările şi răspunsurile, apoi comentează modul în care răspunsul se potriveşte cu întrebarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cum te simţi azi?&lt;br /&gt;Simplu-chip angelic&lt;br /&gt;hmm?ma simt angelica...probabil:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Vei ajunge departe în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Proconsul-langa mine&lt;br /&gt;wow....in compania mea..si in viitor:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Cum te văd prietenii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;Directia 5-povestea noastra&lt;br /&gt;e fain daca ei ma vad..prin prisma povestiilor noastre de prietenie:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Te vei căsători vreodată?&lt;br /&gt;Outkast-hey ya&lt;br /&gt;..ceva de genul...tu ce crezi?hey ya..la treaba:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Care e povestea vieţii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Holograf-vreau sa te vad zambind&lt;br /&gt;...asa e..zambetul e limbajul pe care il folosesc cu mare drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Cum este [era] în liceu?&lt;br /&gt;Kutless-promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;hmm??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Cum poti avansa în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Dj Project-in lumea ta&lt;br /&gt;...da,da,da f tare..incep sa cred  si eu ce-mi convine(e ca in viata):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong-still&lt;br /&gt;asa este,intotdeauna sunt acolo,inca ma asteapta..inca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Ce se preconizează pentru weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong-To you alone&lt;br /&gt;incepe sa-mi placa...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Ce cântec te descrie cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;Holograf-inger de-as fi&lt;br /&gt;genial...vreau sa zboor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Cum iţi merge în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Patrice-you,always you&lt;br /&gt;deja sunt terminata...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Ce melodie iţi va cânta la înmormântare?&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong-break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa dansati la inmormantarea mea...ati auzit?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Cum te vede restul lumii?&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong-deeply in love&lt;br /&gt;chiar asa?...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Vei avea o viaţă fericită?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben N. King-stand by me&lt;br /&gt;deci asta e o conditie...ca sa am o viata fericita..:))&lt;br /&gt;asta e mesaj ptr voi,prieteni mei:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Ce cred prietenii cu adevărat despre tine?&lt;br /&gt;Brian McNight and Justin Timberlake-My Eyes adore you&lt;br /&gt;incep sa ma simt din ce in ce mai flatata:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Sunt persoane care te doresc în secret?&lt;br /&gt;Aviation-you were my eyerything&lt;br /&gt;ooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Cum să mă fericesc singur?&lt;br /&gt;Prizm-Watch ya back&lt;br /&gt;=)))))no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Ce ar trebui să faci cu viaţa ta?&lt;br /&gt;Holograf-stiu cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;..stiu cine sunt..deci stiu si ce sa fac cu viata mea:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept raspunsul....la unele intrebari...:P&lt;br /&gt;Eu m-am distrat...asta e doar un joc....insa cel mai important lucru, zic eu,este sa incercam sa fim responsabili cu viata noastra,ptr ca Domnul ne-a dat atatea...culori vii cu care sa ne putem desena Universul....si e pacat sa nu o facem..!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu incep de astazi...tu?&lt;br /&gt;Spooor....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-4726264272936771842?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4726264272936771842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=4726264272936771842' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4726264272936771842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4726264272936771842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/leapsa-pe-muzica.html' title='Leapsa pe muzica'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-2692024320168344043</id><published>2008-03-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:37:28.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscarea gandului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/R9_7RPNOA8I/AAAAAAAAABI/UB_yMNsaClQ/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/R9_7RPNOA8I/AAAAAAAAABI/UB_yMNsaClQ/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179134370057683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ganduri,idei....imi uda suav timpul din clepsidra pe care am asezat-o undeva departe,unde sa  nu o pot zari si sa privesc neincrezatoare la oglinda mintii mele.&lt;br /&gt;Alunec usor pe o melodie ce-mi pare ca reflecta imaginea starii mele,apoi un fior imi strapunge pielea din cap pana in picioare. Privirea imi vorbeste aspru in oglinda pe care am asezat-o exact in fata mea, pe peretele de un albastru timid!&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii ca sa pot pleca...ma simt minunat sa stiu ca am un refugiu in imaginatie, acolo unde imi pot umaniza dorintele! Chiar daca ma simt obosita, sa mai las ceva sa vibreze in mine. Incerc sa cred..ca oboseala nu imi va paraliza bucuria de a zbura  deasupra mea.&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu ai momente in care vorbesti cu tine...si nu te mai recunosti,in care iti reprosezi ca ai fi vrut sa faci mai multe, dar ca neputinta te-a oprit exact in momentul in care credeai ca realul nu mai e real? Eu am multe momente in care te chem,si nu inteleg de ce nu ma auzi....nu inteleg de ce sunt asa neputincioasa, si apoi inteleg ca sunt mai neputincioasa decat credeam, doar pentru ca ma intreb de ce sunt asa.&lt;br /&gt;Deschid ochii si observ imaginea speriata a celei din oglinda, ii zambesc, si instant imi zambeste si ea...o incurajez, si ea imi raspunde ca un ecou....plec, si ea pleaca la fel, dar nu uitand sa-mi arunce o ultima privire copilareasca, ce-i drept, specific ei.&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu ma mai ingana nici cuvintele, tac si vorbesc doar buzele ce nu-nteleg ce spun! Tu intelegi ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Astept traducerea ta la adresa... 'nu te obosi in zadar'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-2692024320168344043?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2692024320168344043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=2692024320168344043' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2692024320168344043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2692024320168344043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/miscarea-gandului.html' title='Miscarea gandului'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Duwjq4nR0KU/R9_7RPNOA8I/AAAAAAAAABI/UB_yMNsaClQ/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-9108996380301433070</id><published>2008-03-07T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:17:07.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neatza ....!!Decapotabila,da?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Nici nu mi-am deschis ochii sa vad drumul spre baie,mi-era asa de somn,incat as fi preferat sa nu ma mai trezesc pana maine!!Dar.....cum trebuie sa accept....fiecare dimineata,si soneria aia infernala de la telefon....care imi sparge visul in 1000.....o sa trec si peste dimineata asta cumva!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tu ce faci?...ti-am spus ca nu sunt punctuala....s-a racit cafeaua?....trebuia sa te astepti....te-am avertizat....!!Lasa ...o incalzim inca o data si o sa ne prefacem ca are acelasi gust....&lt;br /&gt;Despre ce vom vorbi?....:))...hai sa vorbim....despre....betia asta de cuvinte pe care o spunem mereu doar pentru ca nu avem ce face....!!nu te tenteaza...atunci...hai sa vorbim despre planurile....de viata care....copilaresc in mintea noastra....cu nebunia unei masini....puternice....care prinde 300 km/h......&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa copilarim cu ele,le punem in portbagaj....si ce ne mai ramane, si pe bancheta din spate.....masina e decapotabila,nu?asa te vreau....!!si-apoi....eu ma voi urca langa tine....imi voi pune esarfa mea...''aia roz de la zuzu''.....si ochelarii aia mari......iar tu imi vei spune in limbajul ochilor sa ma pregatesc...si vom porni....Unde?....Nicaieri....mi se pare cea mai exotica....destinatie....!!&lt;br /&gt;Hai pregateste-ti bagajele.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-9108996380301433070?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9108996380301433070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=9108996380301433070' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/9108996380301433070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/9108996380301433070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/neatza-decapotabilada.html' title='Neatza ....!!Decapotabila,da?'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-4732288986004302281</id><published>2008-03-06T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:24:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoolismul cuvintelor fara sens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Alcoolismul cuvintelor fara sens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linistea-mi canta tiuind in urechi.In mine se da o lupta egoista,intre ratiunea mintii si inima.Nu ma pot ajuta decat de nimicul ce-a ramas.Sentimentele ma tin captiva in lanturi imaginare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Incep sa desenez cu mainile inimii,un curcubeu...pe care-l asez exact deasupra mea,apoi trag repede langa mine marea,si inca o mana cu care sa pot desena.Dar stai...minte nebuna,nu pot sterge totul,rataceste-ma de tine!Imaginea se sparge de realitatea celor patru pereti ai camerei,arunc ochii in tavan si vad o zugraveala prost facuta,iar de-afara aud pasii razbunatori ai ploii,ce uda intunericul noptii.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;De ce nu ma lasi minte nebuna,sa ratacesc in frumusetea aleasa de mine?Zdrobeste-ma...sau lasa-ma,dar lasa-ma de tot.Nu poti?Atunci inceteaza....ce sa incetezi...?Totul....Care tot??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dar lasa-ma sa ratacesc in nebunia mea,pe strazi in care sa nu fiu cautata sau gasita.Nu intelegi?Defapt n-ai cum...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Te chem inima inselator de dulce,te chem nebunia mea,razi cu mine,si hai sa ne asezam la ultima masa,la nefumatori,si sa ne comandam o cafea fara zahar,apoi razand printre cuvinte abstracte,imi vei spune ce sa fac.....si voi pleca...Destinatia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Spre NICAIERI.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Am plecat.Spre Nicaieri...am gasit UITAREA.M-ai gasit din nou..minte infricosatoare,dar ce vrei sa-mi spui??Lasa-ma in ratacirea mea.....Uitarea?Care uitare?Dar....n-am uitat??....Alerg spre Nicaieri.....unde te gasesc???Grabesc miscarea.....nu ma insoteste decat umbra mea,umbra ce poarta numele de AMINTIRE....amintire ce trezeste goliciune....UITAREA?Minte nebun de reala,acum inteleg...alerg spre uitare,ma imbrac in eliberare,si-acum ratiune fa-ma tare,si du-ma la o masa din fata,unde sa bem un ness cu mult zahar,si-apoi....Si-apoi ce?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O da,sunt pregatita sa alung dioptriile inimii,si printr-o ceata de neintelegere,voi vedea realitatea,realitate pe care acum aleg s-o vad!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...................................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AM ORBIT....nu pot,nebunie...o cheama-ma la tine,te aleg din nou....nu pot ratiune...sa te iau cu mine....!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Te aleg pe tine inima inselator de dulce,rataceste-ma de mine printre randuri,si da-mi sa beau un ceai transparent,dupa care hai sa cantam...&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-4732288986004302281?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4732288986004302281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=4732288986004302281' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4732288986004302281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/4732288986004302281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/alcoolismul-cuvintelor-fara-sens.html' title='Alcoolismul cuvintelor fara sens'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020911079699842347.post-2373894564640983272</id><published>2008-03-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:41:28.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine sunt eu?</title><content type='html'>Te astepti sa citesti ceva anume?Cine sunt eu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt oglinda mea, eu sunt....Eu in marime naturala, eu sunt ''aia blonda''care rataceste in cuvinte abstracte....eu sunt....Eu! Pregateste-te sa cunosti o lume a mea. Hai sa bem inainte de asta ceva....Accepti?&lt;br /&gt;Aseaza-te la masa, fa-te comod, asteapta-ma, caci nu sunt punctuala....si comanda-mi ceva fara zahar, o cafea tare....apoi, vei privi fix in ochii mei, eu iti voi spune ce simti ,iar tu vei nega totul printre zambete frumos colorate!!&lt;br /&gt;Nu uita, nu sunt punctuala, asa ca...fa-te comod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020911079699842347-2373894564640983272?l=dinaunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2373894564640983272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020911079699842347&amp;postID=2373894564640983272' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2373894564640983272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020911079699842347/posts/default/2373894564640983272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinaunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/cine-sunt-eu.html' title='Cine sunt eu?'/><author><name>Dina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
