tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.comments2009-11-12T16:30:20.917+02:00Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546lav_rockon@yahoo.comBlogger718125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-62312227278482234152009-11-04T13:32:29.773+02:002009-11-04T13:32:29.773+02:00Da, intr-adevar, alte vremuri, ei le stiau pe-ale lor si atat. Nu vom ajunge sa traim cat bunicii nostri. Poate doar cei mai &quot;norocosi&quot; dintre noi.Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-8822870154250835032009-11-03T21:43:12.433+02:002009-11-03T21:43:12.433+02:00Ca si multi,ma emotionez amintindu-mi batranii mei.Pe bunicul il chema Grigore.Avea 7 clase (alte vremuri) si in satul din Salaj unde m-a crescut si pe mine,era cel mai respectat om.Cu mult inaintea primarului.Si a sefului de post.Nu se certa niciodata cu nimeni.Cand cineva ridica tonul,vreo femeie guraliva,i se uita fix in ochi,zambea si zicea cu liniste,aproape cu dulceata,&quot;Lasa, Marie!&quot;...si se facea liniste.Eu cred ca le vrajea.Sigur le vrajea.Nu-i placeau pisicile;mAtii.De cate ori se nasteau pe la vreo matusa prin batatura veneam la discutii foarte hotarat sa imbogatesc casa cu vre un plod pisicesc.&quot;Sti,bunicule,a fata matul lui matusa.% pui.Unul e asa dragut...&quot;Ma privea fix in ochi,zambea si zicea cu liniste,aproape cu dulceata:&quot;Elisei,dragul bunicului,noi n-avem mat&quot;iar eu,strivit de banalitatea argumentului absolut,taceam.Sigur ma vrajea.Asa cred.Bunica era analfabeta(alte vremuri).Trebuia sa-i citesc din Biblie.De fiecare data cand ajungeam la patimile Mantuitorului,lacrimi mari i se rostogoleau pe fata.Continuu.Erau imense.N-am mai vazut de atunci niciodata pe cineva sa-l planga astfel pe Isus Hristos.Cand termina,isi stergea fata si ofta un &quot;Dumnezeu sa-l ierte pe tatica,ca n-o vrut sa ma dea la scoala&quot;.Acestea erau cele doua mari suparari ale bunicii:ca nu a invatat carte si ca l-au rastignit pe Hristos.Ei veneau din alte vremuri si le-au trait putin si in secolul XXI.Ma gandesc cu tristete ca pe masura ce va creste linistitor nivelul de civilizatie stomatologica va creste si numarul batranilor mei ,de care mie imi va fi dor. Iarta tu mie povestea.Statisticilor le lipsesc intotdeauna sentimentele.Deci nu intra in panica,nu au traire:se nasc moarte!:)eliseihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514784826837505947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-27884014024716493472009-11-03T10:56:15.462+02:002009-11-03T10:56:15.462+02:00Daca mi-ai fi pus intrebarea asta anul trecut, cel putin atunci cand am scris postul asta, categoric ti-as fi spus ca nu exista zile altfel, nici macar una. Acum nu mai e asa pentru ca zilele mele au capatat sens si e (sunt) altfel.Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-58441273874717446662009-11-02T19:36:56.919+02:002009-11-02T19:36:56.919+02:00&quot;Ma indemni sa fiu/Si o clipa mai sunt.&quot;eliseihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514784826837505947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-4379958795365745042009-11-02T17:32:06.956+02:002009-11-02T17:32:06.956+02:00O virgula-cadentat semn de punctuatie fara consistenta,/ Un stat in fund-penibilul unei pozitii fara limita de adancime/ Un zambet-ieftin si la indemana;se ia nu se fura la fel ca informatia de pe un afis/ O zi-in care o sa ma inghit pentru a fi sigur ca nu ma pierd si a ramane in mine,privind cu superioritate de la tejgheaua propriului EU-OBIECTE NEPIERDUTE/ Un vis-care obligatoriu va ramane vis pentru a nu-si pierde fiinta intru implinire si a ma lasa pustiit de singur vis/O intoarcere facila in trecut pentru a contempla de la distanta esecul/ Un esec-atat;mi-e familiar cuvantul,l-am folosit deja/O clipa cu mine/O speranta-doar pentru a pastra algoritmul/Un lucru despre tine,pe care nu vreau sa il aflu niciodata,pentru a nu fi nevoit sa ma sinucid,eu pe mine ca in replica aceea banala.Pentru mine,anii bisecti nu au relevanta,este vorba doar de inca o zi,la fel ca si in cazul femeilor ,nu imi e dor,de una in plus,ci una...altfel.Fii buna:Cum se numesc anii cu o zi altfel?eliseihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514784826837505947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-20994973509461647562009-10-26T19:30:27.564+02:002009-10-26T19:30:27.564+02:00Ma bucur ca iti place si sa stii ca n-am ajuns la spital, din fericire. ;))Mai stiu o piesa de la ei, dar e foarte trista din cauza mesajului realist pe care il transmite. Ii zice &quot;La Ballade of Lady and Bird&quot;.Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-1549186851162440772009-10-24T23:45:13.644+03:002009-10-24T23:45:13.644+03:00comic,vazut de departe!Rodicahttp://www.inelulluigyges.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-59844000102381605562009-10-24T08:43:00.045+03:002009-10-24T08:43:00.045+03:00ce draguta melodie.. sa stii ca am scos-o repede dupa ce am ascultat-o aici prima oara..<br />si am asa o oarecare &quot;forta gravitationala&quot; asupra apartenentei ei :)) si inevitabil langa melodie sta si surprinzatoarea.<br />ce ciudaat..<br />nu stiu de-s drepte alea cu pomenitu&#39; si sughiţu&#39;, ddar stiu ca am asculta-o de multe ori si daca ai fost internata din cauza asta, imi cer scuze!! :)))Alin Budurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001345412269405193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-29313460798827144532009-10-19T19:32:27.367+03:002009-10-19T19:32:27.367+03:00da, e comic:)[ms, la fel]Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-18745208540848874212009-10-19T14:51:10.584+03:002009-10-19T14:51:10.584+03:00tare filmuletul :)<br />O zi frumoasa!bosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08505796088345670266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-36205536653294067262009-10-11T22:52:39.736+03:002009-10-11T22:52:39.736+03:00a4a fotografie spune multe din tot si nimic din orice....Rodicahttp://www.inelulluigyges.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-73746552500541898092009-10-11T22:04:45.165+03:002009-10-11T22:04:45.165+03:00;)Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-5270519447435486062009-10-10T10:59:16.269+03:002009-10-10T10:59:16.269+03:00Uau! Na, daca nu ziceai nimic de noul album, poate ratam momentul. Merci :)Radu Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06475490203794513566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-44997082501102618542009-10-03T00:48:02.817+03:002009-10-03T00:48:02.817+03:00ooo.. la mine pe blog innocent e melodia saptamani... hi hi...Lomaxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08972225556262116354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-67655100449414471012009-10-03T00:08:06.906+03:002009-10-03T00:08:06.906+03:00Be careful not to open it, then! :))<br /><br />Nu ne stim. Eu te-am mai vazut o data (mai demult) in fata la Joy&#39;s parca. Atunci erai cu o prietena. Ca si acuma, de altfel. :) Doar ca acuma v-ati intalnit si statea la povesti cu un barbat. <br /><br />Next time I&#39;ll say &quot;Hi!&quot; :DGabrielnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-25558034803284973172009-10-01T17:56:01.467+03:002009-10-01T17:56:01.467+03:00Hmmm, eu nu cred ca te stiu. Era cutia Pandorei:))))Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-13738871741420481222009-09-29T14:34:52.126+03:002009-09-29T14:34:52.126+03:00Ce era in cutia aia pe care scria Pandora (dac-am citit io bine)? (da, te-am vazut azi in oras :D )Gabrielnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-20272089561404919242009-09-23T22:12:42.764+03:002009-09-23T22:12:42.764+03:00pfff lavi. ce bine-ţi arată blogul! bravo.Vivianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790367427446004557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-89314268188055940342009-09-17T13:30:38.646+03:002009-09-17T13:30:38.646+03:00normal :) eu mă distram un pic, cu bucuria că tocmai ieri mi-a zis o prietenă că ea nici nu-şi mai dă seama cine ce poze face :) nu cred că mă pot compara cu el în arta fotografiei, dar pot să fiu veselă că ochiul nostru vede similar.Vivianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790367427446004557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-36180687313360522552009-09-17T11:48:44.513+03:002009-09-17T11:48:44.513+03:00nu mai stiam exact:PLaviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-7588744839078953082009-09-17T02:41:19.932+03:002009-09-17T02:41:19.932+03:00ultimele două şi aia cu baloanele de mine :PVivianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790367427446004557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-65208521067105826642009-09-16T10:00:56.758+03:002009-09-16T10:00:56.758+03:00She&#39;s a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life<br />Knows I&#39;ll go crazy if I don&#39;t go crazy tonight<br />There&#39;s a part of me in chaos that&#39;s quiet<br />And there&#39;s a part of you that wants me to riot<br />Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit<br />Every sweet-tooth needs just a little hit<br />Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot<br />How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?<br />Change of heart comes slow..<br />It&#39;s not a hill it&#39;s a mountain<br />As you start out the climb<br />Do you believe me or are you doubtin?<br />We&#39;re gonna make it all the way to the light<br />But I know I&#39;ll go crazy if I don&#39;t go crazy tonight<br />Every generation gets a chance to change the world<br />Divination that will listen to your boys and girls<br />Is the sweetest melody the one we haven&#39;t heard?<br />Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear?<br />The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear<br />But change of heart comes slow...<br />It&#39;s not a hill it&#39;s a mountain<br />As you start out the climb<br />You see for me I&#39;ve been shoutin<br />But we&#39;re gonna make it all the way to the light<br />But I know I&#39;ll go crazy if I don&#39;t go crazy tonight<br />Baby, baby, baby, I know I&#39;m not alone<br />Baby, baby, baby, I know I&#39;m not alone<br />It&#39;s not a hill it&#39;s a mountain<br />You see for me I&#39;ve been shouting<br />Let&#39;s shout until the darkness, squeeze out sparks of light<br />You know we&#39;ll go crazy<br />You know we&#39;ll go crazy<br />You know we&#39;ll go crazy, if we don&#39;t go crazy tonightgabihttp://www.inethos.ronoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-86482834666279406232009-09-02T09:56:12.273+03:002009-09-02T09:56:12.273+03:00la ce somnuri aveam in mine...dormeam si in parc.gabihttp://www.inethos.ronoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-77452669624843496042009-08-26T21:02:06.698+03:002009-08-26T21:02:06.698+03:00mersi:)Laviniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-65087060685557565082009-08-26T14:12:29.248+03:002009-08-26T14:12:29.248+03:00foarte misto. :)Vivianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790367427446004557noreply@blogger.com