tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9312769318823014182012-02-17T03:38:03.901+02:00Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-83949968479663933252011-06-11T11:20:00.000+03:002011-06-11T11:24:53.180+03:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cVvwO7pvX5E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-8394996847966393325?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-50122058400217450022010-12-06T17:18:00.003+02:002010-12-06T17:21:49.944+02:00mesaj pe facebook! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TPz_OxPO0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/5z9B83cPqSM/s1600/facebook.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TPz_OxPO0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/5z9B83cPqSM/s400/facebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547589470214082882" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-5012205840021745002?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-78498820866933355652010-12-01T12:57:00.000+02:002010-12-01T12:59:15.377+02:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYCUHpMVO14?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYCUHpMVO14?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-7849882086693335565?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-76106394881392665772010-11-30T23:38:00.007+02:002010-12-01T00:00:20.132+02:00azi e ziua in care ar trebui sa fiu mandra ca traiesc intr-o tara de toata jena, o reminescenta a ceea ce a insemnat Romania, o tara in care fiecare fura, inseala, pagubeste pe cine poate, de tot ce poate, o tara in care imi este rusine ca m-am nascut! Si cu o capitala in care imi e sila sa traiesc!<br />ei bine, nu!<br />nu sunt mandra ca sunt romanca!<br />nu sunt mandra ca altii de varsta mea au murit degeaba acum 20 de ani! (bieti naivi! daca ar sti ei ca sangele varsat a fost in zadar...! )<br />nu sunt mandra ca la noi sunt mai multi someri decat oameni activi in munca si ca se moare de foame si de frig, la propriu!<br />nu sunt mandra ca parintii mei au trebuit sa plece, pentru a putea avea un trai decent!<br /><br />mai tarziu, ne adunam cu mic, cu mare, sa vedem la Arc parada militara!<br />sa imi vad colegii, biete marionete, defiland intr-o tinuta veche de 20 de ani si pastrata pentru evenimente.<br />sa vad tancuri si tunuri si masini care doar de asta mai sunt bune: de promenada!<br /><br />apoi, in piata constitutiei, sau a victoriei, sau.. o piata mare din oras, ne vom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TPVy12xY5cI/AAAAAAAAACU/fMtvbTLtdwU/s1600/untitled70.bmp"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TPVy12xY5cI/AAAAAAAAACU/fMtvbTLtdwU/s320/untitled70.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545464785737934274" border="0" /></a> calca in picioare pentru o portie de fasole cu ciolan! ca, desi e criza, cei de la putere nu au uitat de "festin". si, uite-asa, cu burta plina, romanul nostru se prinde de maini pentru hora unirii...<br /><br />halal turma de oi proaste!! popor de mateloti!<br />halal cioban (ca numai conducator de nava nu e!!)<br />halal tara!<br />mi-e sila si mi-e rusine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-7610639488139266577?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-2760446869664101752010-11-27T00:27:00.002+02:002010-11-30T14:14:36.334+02:00... si au vorbit. si s-au combinat, si au trait fericiti vreo doi ani,in garsoniera lui jegoasa de la mansarda, interval in care curva a avut timp sa ii toarne si un plod.<br />in final, ea si-a dat seama ca e prea stilata pentru provincialul ala si ţâncul lui cacacios si a plecat in Sharjah cu prietenul ei Haitham. sau Ahmed, sau... cum pana mea il chema, ca tot aia e...<br />si tipul a ramas cu plodul si... <br /><br />as fi scris mai pe larg, dar mi-a fost lene, ca oricum concluzia e aceeasi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-276044686966410175?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-27817383110032001192010-11-26T00:22:00.007+02:002010-11-26T01:22:07.794+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TO7vVGyyfRI/AAAAAAAAACM/tQiw0EjO8X4/s1600/marguerite%2526armand.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TO7vVGyyfRI/AAAAAAAAACM/tQiw0EjO8X4/s320/marguerite%2526armand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543631337219587346" /></a><br />nu intotdeauna e ca in filme si nu toate povestile de dragoste se termina cu "si au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti..." o altfel de Marguerite Gautier si un altfel de Armand Duval, viziune proprie... <br /><br /><br /> ea : 19 ani, par lung, castaniu cu bucle roscate si cei mai verzi ochi pe care el i-a intalnit vreodata<br /> el: 21 de ani, student la litere, cu un job de noapte. baiat cuminte, din provincie, cu ambitii mari si bani putini.<br /> ea e prea frumoasă pentru a fi studenta. in ziua de azi, trebuie sa stii sa bati din gene si se gaseste un papagal cu bani si usor de ametit. dar cum obrazul subtire cam costa, in asteptarea papagalului, lucreaza in centru la o cafenea. maica-sa, saraca, din salariul ei de functionara la posta, de unde sa ii dea bani de unghii si haine dupa ultimul trend?!<br /> se vad in fiecare zi de un an si jumatate. in fiecare zi, dupa cursuri, el vine la cafenea cand stie ca ea iese din tura. iarasi nu isi va plati la timp chiria, sau va sari peste cina, caci cafeneaua din centru e putin cam pretentioasa, dar nu conteaza! pret de o ora se uita la ea cum se agita printre mese si le zambeste clientilor. si se simte nenorocit cand o vede urcand la plecare intr-o masina scumpa, nu intotdeauna aceeasi, nu intotdeauna acelasi barbat la volan.<br /> deja se cunosc. nu au schimbat nicio vorba, dar intotdeauna ii face placere sa il vada la masa din colt, asteptand-o sa vina sa ii ia comanda: o cafea cu lapte, fara zahar. ii e simpatic, dar nu pare a fi genul de barbat de care are ea nevoie.<br /> intr-o zi nu a venit. cand ea s-a indreptat spre masa, in locul privirii lui albastre a gasit o pereche de indragostiti care, printre sarutari, abia au spus ce vor. aproape ca i-a parut rau. se obisnuise cu el. cel mai vechi si mai fidel client al cafenelei. "poate i s-a intamplat ceva" si-a spus ingrijorata, dar gandul i-a zburat repede la altceva. cafeneaua e plina iar ea trebuie sa plece mai devreme. merge cu Mark la mall. iar va trebui sa il suporte pe gretosul ala trei ore cum isi declara iubirea patimasa, dar macar va avea pantofii aia superbi, pe care si-i doreste de o luna!!<br /> patru zile la rand, clientul ei preferat nu a venit. dar iata ca in ultima zi o asteapta la iesire, cu un buchet mare de lalele in mana. <br /> cu pasi mici, ezitand, cu un nod in gat de marimea unei mingi de tenis, se apropie de ea: "stii, as vrea sa iti vorbesc..."<br /><br />VA URMA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-2781738311003200119?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-70998955188449205732010-11-19T19:26:00.001+02:002010-11-19T19:28:20.462+02:00touchy, sweet, i just can't belive that there really is so much love in the world!!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hhm4USUe3ng?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hhm4USUe3ng?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-7099895518844920573?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-9517265358997431472010-11-16T11:45:00.001+02:002010-11-16T11:45:45.510+02:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sM1Ahn0Osjo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sM1Ahn0Osjo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-951726535899743147?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-74617401293019365922010-11-11T16:46:00.011+02:002010-11-11T18:52:21.556+02:00ce faci cand simti ca peretii te apasa, ca esti doar tu in multime, ca strigi si nimeni nu te aude desi sunt 1000 de oameni in jurul tau?<br />te duci acasa!<br />ce e acasa? e un oras mic, aproape pustiu, cu frunze moarte pe strazi si miros de fum... leganat de dunare si alintat de vant... mangaiat de zare si de campia nesfarsita... <br />cum ajungi acasa? dupa un drum lung, plin de gropi si o gramada de nervi dati pe razatoare, vezi asta:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNwFWo3n5yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B08Rw_6xvEg/s1600/logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNwFWo3n5yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B08Rw_6xvEg/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538307528244848418" /></a><br /> si te invaluie asa un sentiment cald, placut, sentimentul de aparteneta...<br />si inima bate mai tare si palmele transpira. apoi, un prieten vechi, un prieten pe care l-ai neglijat, dar care nu se supara pe tine, te intampina cu cel mai cald 'Bun venit!" :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNwGRUaB5DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XWMsHGA6UHo/s1600/insula-baloi-corabia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNwGRUaB5DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XWMsHGA6UHo/s320/insula-baloi-corabia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538308536364295218" /></a><br /><br />cel mai frumos loc de pe pamant! cel mai cald, cel mai comod...<br />locul unde ma retrag sa imi ling ranile...<br />locul unde inca mai sunt bunici, nuci, struguri uscati si dovleac copt la gura sobei.<br /><br />locul unde inca se mai ascunde copilaria...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNweH7kSkoI/AAAAAAAAACE/SXyuMsbQduQ/s1600/SP_A1571.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TNweH7kSkoI/AAAAAAAAACE/SXyuMsbQduQ/s320/SP_A1571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538334763356689026" /></a><br /><br />ma duc acasa!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-7461740129301936592?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-10817161599568834282010-11-09T23:18:00.000+02:002010-11-09T23:23:53.906+02:00Opreste-ma!…<br />Nu ma lasa<br />Sa te sarut,<br />Caci gura mea<br />N-a sarutat decât asa<br />Cum a vrut Ea…<br /><br />Si tot asa va saruta mereu,<br />Fiindca - fatal - nu sarut Eu,<br />Saruta numai Gura mea… <br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xifo-dKo4-A?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xifo-dKo4-A?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-1081716159956883428?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-5907473272228901572010-07-09T15:05:00.000+03:002010-07-09T15:06:46.655+03:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jp2G4U2-_3A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jp2G4U2-_3A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-590747327222890157?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931276931882301418.post-19157967206828684922010-07-07T01:56:00.000+03:002010-07-07T02:58:45.043+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TDO95fWJyYI/AAAAAAAAABE/kpXzknXJ6VI/s1600/persistence-without-bg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn3FFyvqogE/TDO95fWJyYI/AAAAAAAAABE/kpXzknXJ6VI/s320/persistence-without-bg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941166059374978" /></a><br />nu mai am timp să privesc cerul...<br />nu mai am timp de lumini şi de stele... de sălciile mele dragi. <br />nu am timp să văd - într-adevăr să văd - pe unde merg. <br />nu am timp să mă gândesc la ţigara pe care o fumez.<br />nu am timp să realizez că timpul trece.<br />nu am timp să termin o carte pe care abia am avut timp să o încep<br />nu am timp să mă bucur de prezenta odihnitoare a persoanei pe care o iubesc<br />nu am timp să trăiesc, să simt într-adevăr că trăiesc<br /><br />as vrea să mai scriu ceva... dar... nu mai am timp...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931276931882301418-1915796720682868492?l=verde-olive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529229297263555187noreply@blogger.com0