tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71590841817110070132011-11-28T02:30:30.950+02:00Întodeauna o zi începe cu un răsărit de soare, un nou început, o nouă viaţă.. .sper ca acest blog să înceapă în fiecare zi(săptămănă,lună,an)cu ceva nouSamsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-2573567994709796752008-10-27T21:24:00.002+02:002008-10-27T21:31:33.972+02:00Sincer cand am vazut acest videoclip ... am ramas putin pe ganduri ...<br /><br />Ma gandesc cate lucruri frumoase exista in jurul nostru si nu stim sa ne bucuram de ele, sau poate pur si simplu uitam sa o mai facem.<br /><br />Si nu e totusi pacat? <br /><br />Cred ca daca am acorda macar un minut pe zi lucrurilor simple ce ne inconjoara am fi mult mai fericitii si nu am mai fi asa de ignoranti cu ceea ce se intampla in jurul nostru.<br /><br />Nu totul se rezuma la munca si venit acasa ... prezentul este prezent ... si verbul "voi face asta dupa ce..." ar trebui sa se transforme in "fac asta acum". <br /><br />Daca traim in prezent, cu siguranta avem cum sa ne gandim ca in viitor ne vom bucura de trecut...<br /><br />Cred ca am filosofat destul pentru astazi ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-257356799470979675?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-81218011000721598772008-10-03T10:46:00.001+03:002008-10-03T10:46:21.271+03:00Trei femei, una logodita, una casatorita si o amanta stateau de vorba despre relatiile lor si au hotarat sa-si uluiasca barbatii... In acea seara toate trei s-au imbracat sexy, purtand pantofi cu tocuri cui, corset de piele si o masca pe ochi. Ziua urmatoare s-au intalnit din nou... Fata logodita a spus:<br />- Aseara, cand logodnicul meu a ajuns acasa, m-a gasit imbracata cu corsetul de piele, pantofii cu tocuri cui de 7 cm si masca. Mi-a spus "Esti femeia vietii mele, te iubesc"... dupa aceea am facut dragoste toata noaptea.<br />Amanta s-a laudat si ea:<br />- Si la mine a fost incredibil! Ne-am intalnit in biroul lui. Purtam corsetul de piele, tocuri cui foarte inalte, masca si o pelerina. Cand am descheiat pelerina, n-a scos nici un cuvant. Am facut doar sex ca nebunii toata noaptea!<br />In cele din urma, femeia casatorita si-a spus si ea povestea:<br />- Eu am trimis copiii la mama, m-am pregatit, m-am echipat cu corsetul de piele, pantofii cu tocuri cui si masca pe ochi. Sotul meu s-a intors de la lucru, a luat telecomanda si o bere si a spus:<br />- Hei Batman, ce-avem la cina?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8121801100072159877?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-61852670748206386682008-09-23T20:20:00.000+03:002008-09-23T20:21:44.002+03:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SNklb5QeLeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fZEr7l_NfA0/s1600-h/din+dragoste.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SNklb5QeLeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fZEr7l_NfA0/s400/din+dragoste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249268001833627106" /></a><br /></p><p>Eu sunt sigura ca ea il iubeste, deasta vrea sa oficializeze cat mai repede relatia cu el ... pana nu e prea tarziu .... :)))</p><p></p><p>Nu?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6185267074820638668?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-59642761041761685962008-09-17T21:39:00.000+03:002008-09-17T21:41:16.514+03:00Raspuns:<br /><br />Cocolino<br /><br />O face moale si pufoasa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5964276104176168596?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-663568379680221322008-09-13T15:07:00.000+03:002008-09-13T15:08:40.663+03:00Draga mami si tati,<br /><br />Ghidul nostru ne-a spus sa scriem acasa ca poate ati vazut la televizor inundatia si sunteti ingrijorati. Suntem bine. Apa a luat doar un cort si doi saci de dormit. Din fericire, nimeni nu s-a inecat pentru ca eram toti pe munte si il cautam pe Cristi. A, da, sun-o pe mama lui Cristi si spune-i ca totul e bine.<br /><br />Cristi nu poate scrie pentru ca si-a rupt mana. Am mers si eu cu unul dintre jeep-urile Salvamont. A fost super.<br /><br />Nu l-am fi gasit niciodata in intunericul acela daca nu fulgera. Ghidul nostru, Victor, s-a enervat foarte tare pe Cristi pentru ca a plecat fara sa spuna nimanui.<br /><br />Cristi zice ca i-a spus, dar era in timpul incendiului, asa ca probabil n-a auzit. Stiai ca daca pui benzina pe foc, canistra o sa explodeze? Lemnul ud nu ardea, dar unul dintre corturi, da. Si hainele noastre la fel. Danut o sa arate ciudat pana ii creste parul la loc. Ne intoarcem acasa sambata, daca Victor reuseste sa repare masina.<br /><br />Nu a fost vina lui. Franele mergeau bine cand am plecat. Victor spune ca, la o masina atat de veche, ceva se strica mereu. Probabil de asta nu are asigurare. Mie mi se pare o masina misto. Nu se supara daca i-o murdarim, si cand e cald, ne lasa sa stam pe capota ca sa ne mai racorim. Se face destul de cald, cu 13 oameni intr-o masina. Ne lasa sa stam si in portbagaj pana l-a oprit un politist.<br /><br />Ghidul nostru e misto.<br /><br />Il invata pe Tudorel sa conduca masina pe drumurile de munte, unde nu e trafic. Tot ce vedem pe aici sunt camioane cu busteni. Dimineata asta, toti tipii sareau in lac de pe stanci. Pe mine nu m-a lasat, pentru ca nu stiu sa inot, iar Cristi avea mana rupta, asa ca ne-a lasat sa mergem cu barca. A fost super.<br /><br />Se pot vedea sub apa copacii rupti de inundatie. Victor nu e un scortos ca ceilalti ghizi pe care ii stiu. Ne-a lasat sa mergem fara veste de salvare. Trebuie sa petreaca mult timp lucrand la masina, asa ca incercam sa nu-i facem probleme.<br /><br />Ghici ce! Am primit toti insigne pentru ca am trecut cursul de prim ajutor.Cand Danut si-a taiat mana cu toporul, am invatat sa coasem vene. Marius si eu am vomitat, dar ghidul nostru zice ca era de la puiul stricat.<br /><br />Ne-a mai spus ca mancarea din inchisoare era si mai rea. Ma bucur ca a iesit de acolo.<br />Zice ca acum a invatat cum sa faca lucrurile cum trebuie. Apropo, ce e un pedofil? Trebuie sa plec acum. Mergem in oras sa ne trimitem scrisorile si sa cumparam vaselina. Nu va faceti griji. Suntem bine.<br /><br />Alexandru<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-66356837968022132?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-27352198735643758392008-09-04T11:43:00.003+03:002008-09-13T15:14:09.130+03:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HCZjG6azVo&amp;eurl=http://rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com/">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HCZjG6azVo&amp;eurl=http://rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />iar postarea este la sfarsitul blogului cu titlul ...hmmmm....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2735219873564375839?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-77926130462337802932008-08-30T14:51:00.007+03:002008-08-30T15:07:49.663+03:00<div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Cam asta a fost sezonul de vara ... incepe septembrie ... si oficial suntem in toamna ...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240278436308345234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SLk1eUBMYZI/AAAAAAAAARM/6HRplvAcAlA/s400/imgQ2ncom.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cu toate ca un covor de frunze arami pe pamant poate fi considerat un lucru trist si melancolic ... mie imi da un sentiment de liniste si de confort ... </div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SLk2Fn7c_1I/AAAAAAAAARk/-nZIyfI7ARw/s1600-h/buric.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240279111667875666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SLk2Fn7c_1I/AAAAAAAAARk/-nZIyfI7ARw/s320/buric.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div>Asa ca imi iau ramas bun de la valuri, de la costumul de baie (sper nu chiar de la inceputul lui septembrie), de la canicula .... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>si ma pregatesc de numarat bobocii .... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240281177820054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SLk3948hQnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bHTb4fa2cFE/s320/foto_22332.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SLk3Gl_CZ7I/AAAAAAAAARs/DhT6EJDVkZQ/s1600-h/foto_22332.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7792613046233780293?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-70704280762180904162008-08-22T07:14:00.000+03:002008-08-22T07:14:00.715+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbS1Iz8ZLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MwwQvmUyHvM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103427205031090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbS1Iz8ZLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MwwQvmUyHvM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7070428076218090416?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-54382771900292438262008-08-20T11:24:00.002+03:002008-08-20T11:26:09.573+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE3JRsMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hmVRgUIS2r8/s1600-h/file009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513271247384770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE3JRsMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hmVRgUIS2r8/s400/file009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE_z5v1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/6hgiYZ4rnGI/s1600-h/file008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513273573654354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE_z5v1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/6hgiYZ4rnGI/s400/file008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE9Su_JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_k5zKoO-ZbQ/s1600-h/file005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513272897666194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVE9Su_JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_k5zKoO-ZbQ/s400/file005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVFC14JeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r3TS7bRYKQY/s1600-h/file002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513274387244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVFC14JeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r3TS7bRYKQY/s400/file002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVFXX_x9I/AAAAAAAAARE/t_97vyny33E/s1600-h/file007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513279899060178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKvVFXX_x9I/AAAAAAAAARE/t_97vyny33E/s400/file007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5438277190029243826?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-74075544098017148022008-08-18T10:13:00.000+03:002008-08-18T10:13:00.123+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSqMA5xwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aTgnFUsqYyM/s1600-h/din+lumea+celor+mici+5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103239086130946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSqMA5xwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aTgnFUsqYyM/s400/din+lumea+celor+mici+5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7407554409801714802?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-10037058531746343812008-08-17T10:13:00.000+03:002008-08-17T10:13:00.877+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSf-BjL1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AzKmv6sh0hI/s1600-h/din+lumea+celor+mici+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103063532056402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSf-BjL1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AzKmv6sh0hI/s400/din+lumea+celor+mici+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSgJ_Uf7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/VBadomHJtPQ/s1600-h/din+lumea+celor+mici+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103066743930802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSgJ_Uf7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/VBadomHJtPQ/s400/din+lumea+celor+mici+4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-1003705853174634381?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-81040919584180858892008-08-16T16:11:00.000+03:002008-08-16T16:13:09.543+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSPB3FdTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vZEc-9YR8h4/s1600-h/din+lumea+celor+mici+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102772504130866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSPB3FdTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vZEc-9YR8h4/s400/din+lumea+celor+mici+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSPO4yrvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I3pdKWIMiuk/s1600-h/din+lumea+celor+mici+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102776000950002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKbSPO4yrvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I3pdKWIMiuk/s400/din+lumea+celor+mici+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8104091958418085889?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-13651587065656855522008-08-14T06:54:00.007+03:002008-08-14T20:14:48.590+03:00Presupun ca macar o data ati intrat pe site-ul pitzipoance.org<br />Si cum am vazut aceste imagini am zic clar ca si aici e mana de vreo pitzipoanca sau tot ceva la fel de sofisticat...<br /><br /><br />Altceva ce pot sa spun ... decat ENJOY...<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217630829812530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKOtNAKymzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UHgUs-aYNSQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217633223580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKOtNJFgmpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vpbn5ZrukWk/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217638303077330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKOtNcAjk9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HJCzvK3SDE4/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217642317475570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKOtNq9qbvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AMlzuSaSgQQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217640147169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SKOtNi4OMiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IQYeKMS0POo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>Oare cat a costat un astfel de "paintjob" ? ... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-1365158706565685552?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-3326169571846290192008-08-08T09:09:00.001+03:002008-08-08T09:09:49.423+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SJvjHQCreFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QCO3u85cFgA/s1600-h/refuz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232025105825757266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SJvjHQCreFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QCO3u85cFgA/s400/refuz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-332616957184629019?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-7141998248124779042008-08-06T09:00:00.002+03:002008-08-06T09:05:16.503+03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eed575578e3a7c02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deed575578e3a7c02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC3DF127A2B57DD02A1E4AB56A901896625A2DCD.77681694FE043251F6C9EA57617C7F955BE0EF07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deed575578e3a7c02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmQNyGYnEye-WqemZWriGXfV6VcE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deed575578e3a7c02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC3DF127A2B57DD02A1E4AB56A901896625A2DCD.77681694FE043251F6C9EA57617C7F955BE0EF07%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deed575578e3a7c02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmQNyGYnEye-WqemZWriGXfV6VcE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-714199824812477904?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-53438554622015930012008-08-04T07:11:00.000+03:002008-08-04T07:11:00.208+03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf37bb03bed265d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf37bb03bed265d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45FB3E0A032A7A8C21876D51F370339929840C15.73BE66756FF34E1AEAABBBB9A536E30FCFEEE22C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf37bb03bed265d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxQ1t238dcJyhPdA02OY6JJxNiMY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf37bb03bed265d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45FB3E0A032A7A8C21876D51F370339929840C15.73BE66756FF34E1AEAABBBB9A536E30FCFEEE22C%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf37bb03bed265d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxQ1t238dcJyhPdA02OY6JJxNiMY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5343855462201593001?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-34788032559717378852008-08-01T07:23:00.000+03:002008-08-01T07:23:00.513+03:00Un plutonier intreaba:- Cine doreste sa plece cu masina la cules cartofi?<br />Doi soldati fac un pas inainte.<br />- Ok, ceilalti vor pleca pe jos.<br /><br />In vin e puterea; in bere e sanatatea; In coniac e distinctia; iar in apa sunt microbii!<br /><br />Motto-ul zilei de luni:<br />Daca cineva rade - razi impreuna cu el!<br />Daca cineva cantã - canta impreuna cu el!<br />Daca cineva lucreaza - lasa-l sa lucreze<br /><br />Omul nu e facut sa munceasca! Dovada: faptul ca oboseste.<br /><br />Cand esti inteligent si cand esti intelept? Esti inteligent daca nu crezi decat jumatate din ceea ce auzi; esti intelept daca stii care jumatate!<br /><br />Mintile ilustre discuta idei, inteligentele medii discuta evenimente, iar mintile reduse ii discuta pe altii.<br /><br />Intuitia este o calitate a femeii care o ajuta sa-si contrazica barbatul inainte ca acesta sa apuce sa deschida gura<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-3478803255971737885?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-17276242862774966202008-07-29T07:01:00.001+03:002008-07-29T07:05:27.595+03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be317d9bc3247f54" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe317d9bc3247f54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D50D4253F67CB0D1AC1270AA6A0727DA62577E4.17232A680FC3BCFC82C759E7F25F44F61854C312%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe317d9bc3247f54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHah3s0U1i5FS5a9dp5otOYJWpDg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-1727624286277496620?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-59950678463782188382008-07-27T11:02:00.003+03:002008-07-27T11:08:33.819+03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsA-zyh4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z_U5M2qo0CI/s1600-h/2162494168_5182e0ea58.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227601662842144642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsA-zyh4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z_U5M2qo0CI/s400/2162494168_5182e0ea58.jpg" border="0" /></a>Vreau sa inot ...</div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsBOfOmCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/m5DyEps1hp0/s1600-h/2399309504_0e5090163b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227601667050870818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsBOfOmCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/m5DyEps1hp0/s400/2399309504_0e5090163b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Sa imi intind aripile si sa zbor ...</div><br /><br /><p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsBQiq3XI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Fy6oC3pp1FY/s1600-h/2613584288_6829385b53.jpg"><img 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hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SIwsBno6wdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/x1xB8VpyoFA/s400/splashkjl.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Intr-un cuvant ...imi este dor de o mare de apa ...<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5995067846378218838?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-57126056950606879022008-07-23T08:31:00.002+03:002008-07-23T08:40:42.501+03:00<p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67530668730aaa56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67530668730aaa56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D645DA16CB056DA2FB1906A0A7921082B1266AC3C.3FBB8DC7FC674B09528BF16F7D656C8D58199354%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67530668730aaa56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRJnmkhU3_k7rrWw0367KI7hIz14&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5712605695060687902?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-62213824841201861072008-07-19T14:04:00.002+03:002008-07-19T14:06:48.144+03:00Imparatul avea o gradina si in fund un mar.<br /><br />Creierul este un organ oarecum indispensabil capului.<br /><br />Este bine sa mai si citesti, decat sa tai frunza la caini degeaba.<br /><br />Liviu Rebreanu cand a scris romanul era putin trotilat.<br /><br />Cristofel Columb a plecat in America unde s-a insurat cu o bastinoasa.<br /><br />In cunoscuta balada Miorita, sunt descrise cateva intamplari in care sunt implicate doi criminali, o oaie turnatoare, si un cioban ce socheaza prin prostia lui.<br /><br />Toma Alimos era viteaz pt. ca cu o mana conducea calul, cu o mana isi tinea matele si cu o mana se batea cu Manea.<br /><br />Inima este impartita in doua atricule si doua testicule..<br /><br />Capitala SUA este Casa Alba.<br /><br />Eminescu este trist pentru ca nu a reusit sa faca nimic in viata lui..<br /><br />Nechifor Lipan a avut fericita ocazie de a nu se mai intoarce acasa fiind jefuit de niste oameni invidiosi.<br /><br /> Miron Costin vrea sa ne arate ca este bine ca din cand in cand sa mai deschizi o carte si sa o citeste pentru ca nu face rau.<br /><br />Poetul isi asteapta iubita ca impreuna sa cutremure o barca.<br /><br />Animalele salbatice traiesc in padurea zoologica.<br /><br />Datorita faptului ca Lapusneanu chinuia pe boieri taindu-le nasul, urechile, mainile, etc, el le-a devenit antipatic acestora.<br /><br />Pescarul din Lostrita s-a inecat fiindca nu a putut sintetiza oxigenul din apa.<br /><br />In China traieste foarte multa lume care mananca o abundenta de orez, se incheie la gat si a inventat guma de la capatul creionului.<br /><br />Harap Alb era femeie se imbraca in alb si semana cu Mihaela Radulescu.<br /><br />La batranete imparatul naste un fecior.<br /><br />Eminescu descrie faptele care se petrec la plural care demonstreaza ca tot timpul sunt mai multi.<br /><br />Vitoria este de 3 ori femeie pentru ca umbla cu capul pe sus.<br /><br />Rascoala de la Bobalna a inceput pe un deal si s-a terminat in 1438.<br /><br />Sahara se afla asezata pe un nisip uscat, lipsa apei avand in zona o prezenta statornica.<br /><br />Citind, se mai dezvolta si omul la creier si acumuleaza materie prima.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6221382484120186107?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-28086485611192891292008-07-17T09:48:00.002+03:002008-07-17T09:55:45.817+03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SH7s1dv51hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T5C2c60h3u4/s1600-h/gisele-bundchen-water-dress-02-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223873021059126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SH7s1dv51hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T5C2c60h3u4/s400/gisele-bundchen-water-dress-02-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Am vazut pozele ...mi-au placut ... am postat...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223871566959991858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SH7rg0zp3DI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9nllok2dPQc/s400/anniston_glaceau.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>Astept comentarii... sau alte sugesti cu alte reclame "interesante"</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2808648561119289129?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-54812943404008208102008-07-16T10:00:00.000+03:002008-07-16T10:00:00.469+03:00Ca raspuns la provocarea lui T X :<br /><br />"Am primit ieri de la <a href="http://urbanreality.wordpress.com/">Urban Reality</a> o provocare si anume o leapsa muzicala care suna cam in felul urmator:<br /><br />List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to…<br /><br />Asadar, accept provocarea si lista celor 7 este urmatoarea:<br />1. <a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/crissutza/6914437303ac1e">Fragma - Toca's Miracle 2008</a><br />2. <a href="http://1smallstep.blogspot.com/2008/07/atb-here-with-me.html">ATB - Here with me</a><br />3. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEvxJic0TX4">Shawn Hlookoff - She could be you</a><br />4.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrNoDUblAtE"> Leona Lewis - Better in time</a><br />5. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpPEt6xM0fQ">Paul van Dyk ft Jessica Sutta - White Lies</a><br />6. <a href="http://1smallstep.blogspot.com/2008/05/atb-trilogy-part-2.html">ATB - Trilogy part 2</a><br />7. <a href="http://1smallstep.blogspot.com/2008/06/atb-i-dont-wanna-stop.html">ATB - I don't wanna stop</a><br /><br />Mersi de provocare R si dau stafeta mai departe catre: <a href="http://hottemptations.blogspot.com/">Chocolate</a>, <a href="http://phatmusicexperience.blogspot.com/">Phat</a>, <a href="http://aniakhaki.com/">Ania</a>, <a href="http://kappacelu.com/">Kappacelu'</a>, <a href="http://www.visuriletinei.blogspot.com/">Sangria</a>, <a href="http://ice4you.blogspot.com/">Ice4you</a>, <a href="http://www.rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com/">Samsara</a>"<br /><br />Melodiile sunt:<br />1. Emil Lassaria - Balada<br />2. Laurent Wolf - No stress<br />3. Sean Ray - Ride it<br />4. Enrique Iglesias - Push<br />5. Activ - Under my skin<br />6. Ian Carey - Keep on rising<br />7. La cumparsita remix din Take the lead<br /><br />Mai departe dau stafeta lui : Sangria, Chocolate, Comedy Now, Andutzu, Claudiu ... si ... 2 anonimii :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5481294340400820810?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-38414295044108671872008-07-15T08:07:00.001+03:002008-07-15T08:09:52.722+03:00<div align="left">- E o vina sa te culci cu nevasta altuia...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223103062518313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHwwj-qospI/AAAAAAAAANk/g9XD-hoewY0/s400/ProPhotoshotMBWedsJul06zpgh0152.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br />.... dar e pacat sa ratezi ocazia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223103062905241218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHwwkAG4voI/AAAAAAAAANs/cpVykg7QejI/s400/lustcaution23.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-3841429504410867187?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-29693585024847467212008-07-14T18:23:00.001+03:002008-07-14T18:23:00.341+03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTYFRowjZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RjKTvqiUDn0/s1600-h/image020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035453174549906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTYFRowjZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RjKTvqiUDn0/s400/image020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTYFaHCxJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9fhEDcK7LsM/s1600-h/image021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035455449056402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTYFaHCxJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9fhEDcK7LsM/s400/image021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTYFoAvnOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tzD-C3woUKU/s1600-h/img.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Asta asa de final ...:D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2969358502484746721?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-70693114019634963632008-07-13T18:21:00.001+03:002008-07-13T18:21:32.387+03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXv4mli-I/AAAAAAAAAME/V6-x8wyTh-E/s1600-h/image015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035085677300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXv4mli-I/AAAAAAAAAME/V6-x8wyTh-E/s400/image015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXv1wfa2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0Pppf8OBK1A/s1600-h/image016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035084913535842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXv1wfa2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0Pppf8OBK1A/s400/image016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwHhJyvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JPvyvqbP_PQ/s1600-h/image017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035089681042162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwHhJyvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JPvyvqbP_PQ/s400/image017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwGxNAKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TGC6cA-XDZE/s1600-h/image018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035089479925922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwGxNAKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TGC6cA-XDZE/s400/image018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwYjVGWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6J1P1znWIrQ/s1600-h/image019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221035094253574498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXwYjVGWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6J1P1znWIrQ/s400/image019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7069311401963496363?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-86725012104216257002008-07-12T18:19:00.001+03:002008-07-12T18:19:00.205+03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWA6TIqI/AAAAAAAAALk/DUfSQYrhxC0/s1600-h/image011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034641230865058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWA6TIqI/AAAAAAAAALk/DUfSQYrhxC0/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWDgIsBI/AAAAAAAAALs/om0Gx6zB-Bs/s1600-h/image012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034641926434834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWDgIsBI/AAAAAAAAALs/om0Gx6zB-Bs/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWSgXGaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-4I56Ghtdd0/s1600-h/image014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034645953911202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWSgXGaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-4I56Ghtdd0/s400/image014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWkD6-YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RH1DVsCCCOY/s1600-h/image013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034650666465666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXWkD6-YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RH1DVsCCCOY/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8672501210421625700?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-26581154867748108822008-07-11T18:18:00.001+03:002008-07-11T18:18:00.150+03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXA-7P1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/eGS_F4c61YA/s1600-h/image007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034279920719186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXA-7P1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/eGS_F4c61YA/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXA0OyFPI/AAAAAAAAALM/C6vLnQUbkv0/s1600-h/image008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034277049865458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXA0OyFPI/AAAAAAAAALM/C6vLnQUbkv0/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXBHy-9aI/AAAAAAAAALU/dPxLEtlmn4E/s1600-h/image009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034282301978018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXBHy-9aI/AAAAAAAAALU/dPxLEtlmn4E/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXBTm1DLI/AAAAAAAAALc/8rI-R4i5DBA/s1600-h/image010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034285472222386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTXBTm1DLI/AAAAAAAAALc/8rI-R4i5DBA/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2658115486774810882?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-78492583969848562902008-07-10T18:15:00.001+03:002008-07-10T18:15:00.865+03:00<div>Din ciclul stapanul meu este un idiot...partea a2 a</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033577488695602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTWYGKZwTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iUU-lROLvRc/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033583814983954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTWYdutQRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jhD10xQaXxE/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033582656654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTWYZaijHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/74N7BTA0T-w/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7849258396984856290?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-39296378518530384512008-07-09T18:11:00.002+03:002008-07-09T18:15:31.958+03:00<div>"Din ciclul stapanul meu este un idiot...." cam asta a fost titlul unui mail pe care l-am primit, si care trebuie sa recunosc ca m-am amuzat teribil.... </div><br /><div>Asa ca...</div><br /><div>Am decis ca in fiecare zi, sau aproape in fiecare zi, sa postez catre 3 poze din acest mail ...</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221032970055416338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTV0vTBehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dU2rgtSNRKE/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221032971412679362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTV00WnqsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RKj0w7i_fd4/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221032975634793842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SHTV1EFQBXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TQLUix3EW5E/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Distractie placuta...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-3929637851853038451?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-88545195806633840842008-07-05T11:51:00.002+03:002008-07-05T11:54:18.383+03:00Mie personal mi-a placut foarte mult pinguinul asta ...<br />Asa ca am zis sa il impart si cu voi...macar secvente din film...asta daca nu ati vazut pana acum filmul...<br /><br />Pentru copii din voi...<br /><br />(linkul pentru filmulet : <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SHk6xYeUBY&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SHk6xYeUBY&amp;feature=related</a> , asta in cazul in care mai vreti sa vedeti si alte videoclipuri cu Happy Feet)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8854519580663384084?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-46321970367177936892008-07-02T09:59:00.004+03:002008-07-02T10:04:49.503+03:00<div>Si pentru a ramane in acelasi registru ...</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308661026088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGsoFFTN5mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/75GVthoK7t4/s400/costinesti-2006-175.jpg" border="0" />tot un topic despre vara...vacanta...mare....</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308660476337538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGsoFDQJXYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bMD8TNHQnbg/s400/costinesti-2006-170.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>si cum destinatia mea de weekend va fi costinesti ...</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308655579512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGsoExApvbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8rECGHS1398/s400/costinesti-2006-123.jpg" border="0" />am zis sa mai imi reinprospatez memoria cu cateva poze....</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308660155492082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGsoFCDppvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hCw-8HrSdFY/s400/costinesti-2006-225.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Asa ca ...enjoy....</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4632197036717793689?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-89862282257672222252008-06-28T10:07:00.003+03:002008-06-28T10:15:18.705+03:00<div>pentru ca tot este vara....si trebuie sa ne racorim un pic...ce ziceti de o delta dunarii....</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216826744891875570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGXkSNgJoPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/z_b8JwYWKvQ/s400/20070731100757_Danube_Delta14.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>bine...tantari ar fi o problema....dar restul zic ca merita....</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216826744587513106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGXkSMXlbRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TUopLIYrZ90/s400/20070731100757_Danube_Delta43.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8986228225767222225?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-69442718431806255342008-06-26T11:43:00.002+03:002008-06-26T11:48:29.894+03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGNXs7mz1bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9ECBiKdB6oI/s1600-h/poza+eu+si+flori+absolvire+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216109222851499442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SGNXs7mz1bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9ECBiKdB6oI/s400/poza+eu+si+flori+absolvire+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Am teminat .... mult a fost, putin a ramas....am scapat de tot stresul....si e bine....acum pot sa stau linistita....am scapat de facultate....sau cel putin mometan....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6944271843180625534?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-42901352440920870752008-04-23T10:11:00.001+03:002008-04-23T10:12:46.673+03:00Cu toate ca este saptamana mare, si ar trebui sa tinem post, si cum Sf Gheorghe a fost sarbatorit religios de Florii, eu tot am sa va spun LA MULTI ANI celor care purtati acest nume...<br /><br />Va pup dulce si aveti grije sa ma cinstit...:P ...facem schimb pe schimb cu cinsteala ....hehehehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4290135244092087075?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-28282282532045190362008-04-19T15:34:00.006+03:002008-04-19T16:00:12.507+03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SAnr0uc8CrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_Q-XkrSqIUU/s1600-h/49033_res4_49033res4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190939336576338610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SAnr0uc8CrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_Q-XkrSqIUU/s400/49033_res4_49033res4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">"Multi spun ca sunt perfect,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar am nevoie de tine caci altfel sunt defect.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Multi spun ca sunt bogat,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar eu cersesc fericirea in patul tau sarac.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Multi spun ca sunt frumos,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar fara dragostea ta pot spune ca sunt hidos.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Multi cred ca sunt genial,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar fara tine sunt doar un ... un tip banal.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Si multi dintre ei te vor,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Sa fi jumatatea lor.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I-as bate cu mana mea,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar mana mea e ocupata cu mana ta.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190939340871305922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SAnr0-c8CsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zpGa8hvANpw/s400/AIR98G5CAWGPOOWCATTBOIICAHQBXQVCAXA0TT2CA229E5TCAF699S7CAWPTHV2CA8J5U68CAE00IPCCAF5NMDXCAWIEFY6CA1J2LHUCAE79GRDCAFABYYPCAQ59A0ACAK4GXSGCAZY5GO2CAX226LPCA970RN2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Si crede-ma nu-i usor,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Sa lupt contra tuturor.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Pe bune i-as injura,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Dar gura mea e prea ocupata cu gura ta."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190939340871305938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SAnr0-c8CtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AVIVTC7lgWw/s400/ADDV7VMCAUFFU24CAH83211CAVR1UHZCA6ZJ76YCA5ALZ5ZCAPZKWHTCA6KZPXVCAS0VPGFCATI3MHHCAA1S8HQCAQFQ74TCA4YR0HSCAXWT3E5CA5Z346CCAPXRFNQCAWREIUGCAJVTYM3CA80SMMSCAFQJ9H8.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2828228253204519036?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-85782199866213938362008-04-16T15:28:00.004+03:002008-04-16T15:33:59.179+03:00Astazi sunt trista... si asta pentru ca vad cat de fragili suntem...si cat de sensibili...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189819823051525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/SAXxodlETkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QQdpMFE9Ock/s400/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /><br />Doar in momentul in care se intampla ceva iti dai seama de asta... atunci cand iti e rau sau ii este cuiva rau ...si te simti neputincios...nu stii ce ai putea sa ii faci exact...sa ii treaca mai repede...<br /><br /><br /><br />Speri doar ...ca prin faptul ca esti acolo...sa ii mai alini durerea si sa poti sa ajuti ca sa nu ii se agraveze situatia ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8578219986621393836?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-3831176858437657102008-04-10T12:35:00.002+03:002008-04-10T12:39:44.296+03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_3fw4VpyFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MSOBvF98Wkw/s1600-h/fataindianca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187548376650598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_3fw4VpyFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MSOBvF98Wkw/s400/fataindianca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Este interesant cum misterul ne atrage de cele mai multe ori ... ideea de necunoscut ce se lasa si nu se lasa descoperit...</div><div> </div><div>Misterul apare in multe forme... se spune ca si cantitatea de haine de pe o persoana constituie un mister pentru privitor, daca acesta considera ca dedesupt se poate ascunde ceva interesant...</div><div> </div><div>Ce credeti? Ce vi se pare misterios?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-383117685843765710?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-83066418080820083652008-04-09T13:33:00.003+03:002008-04-09T13:37:24.393+03:00<div>O noua zi, un nou an, un alt inceput .... Astazi este ziua mea, si simt ca totul este bine si ca de acum in colo va fi si mai bine. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187192665224215378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_ycPwAze1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ex6Vzwe6pSA/s320/223393.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>Am familia alaturi, am prieteni langa mine, am colegi ...ehe...important e ca am cu cine sa ma simt bine si sa impart aceasta zi deosebita pentru mine....Va pup si multumesc pentru urari.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8306641808082008365?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-86765856666657810222008-04-04T13:28:00.003+03:002008-04-04T13:40:20.921+03:00<div></div><br /><div><em>"Iubirea nu este un targ: te iubesc pentru ca ma iubesti, iubirea este o certitudine : te iubesc pentru ca te iubesc."</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>Liviu Rebreanu</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185335757588626242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_YDZgAze0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/2wVBrRgnfpA/s320/P08-01-06_00.58%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><br /><p> </p><p>Cati stim sa iubim, sau ce este iubirea? </p><p>Cat ai fi dispus sa faci pentru cel pe care il iubesti? Si ce consideri ca ar trebui sa primesti inapoi? Asta daca consideri ca ar trebui sa primesti ceva inapoi.</p><p>Ne place sa iubim sau doar sa fim iubiti? Putem oare sa fim asa de egoisti incat sa vrem sa fim doar iubiti si sa nu dam nimic inapoi, considerand ca este dreptul nostru? Si daca este asa, in egoismul acesta, ne gandim, totusi, un moment la persoana care ne iubeste si la ce consecinte avem asupra acesteia? Poate ca da, poate ca nu.</p><p>Sunt multe intrebari despre iubire, si probabil o multitudine de raspunsuri pentru fiecare intrebare. </p><p>Suntem unicati, atat prin felul de a fi, cat si prin felul in care iubim. </p><p>Iubim individual o persoana, si nu cred ca exista grad de comparatie intre persoane, pe tine te iubesc mai mult, pe tine mai putin; ori iubim, ori nu iubim. </p><p>Pentru fiecare persoana pe care o iubim definim anumite caracteristici pe care le iubim si creem un intreg. Iubim intregul, cu defecte si calitati. </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8676585666665781022?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-47724332316286747382008-04-03T17:44:00.002+03:002008-04-03T17:54:32.890+03:00"Cu cat vei fi mai devotat femeii, cu atat iti va fi nerecunoscatoare."<br /> Honore de Balzac<br /><br />"Femeia ne invita intodeauna s-o privim asa cum vrea ea. "<br />Mircea Eliade<br /><br />"Femeia frumoasa e o bijuterie, femeia buna e o comoara intreaga."<br /> Napoleon Bonaparte<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_TtjwAzezI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1d6W9GOo87Q/s1600-h/fata.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185030269449763634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_TtjwAzezI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1d6W9GOo87Q/s320/fata.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oare care ar fi adevarul despre femei?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4772433231628674738?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-9058545413930062982008-04-02T11:11:00.002+03:002008-04-02T11:16:52.694+03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_M__AAzeyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hYYM57nLJt0/s1600-h/noi.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184557947601255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_M__AAzeyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hYYM57nLJt0/s320/noi.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">LA MULTI ANI "RED"!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tot ce iti doresti sa se indeplineasca ....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa fi SANATOASA</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa fi FERICITA</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa fi IUBITA</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa fi inconjurata de OAMENI PE CARE II IUBESTi</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa ai multe SUCCESE</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">pupici ....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-905854541393006298?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-38270887929779923972008-04-01T17:08:00.008+03:002008-04-01T17:48:21.626+03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFOQAzetI/AAAAAAAAAHc/v9GF-wGf-p8/s1600-h/Imagine_944_.jpg"></a><br /><br /><p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFOgAzeuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g27tIhfg6UY/s1600-h/pozadefamilie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184282236470655714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFOgAzeuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g27tIhfg6UY/s320/pozadefamilie.JPG" border="0" /></a>Este placut sa sti ca ai pe cineva langa tine .... prieteni, familie, rude, iubiti ...<br /></p><p>Dar atunci cand nu sti sa te porti cu ei ii pierzi....<br /></p><p>Vorba aceea....abia dupa ce ai pierdut ceva iti dai seama de adevarata lui valoare. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFOwAzevI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XkzsRhf3gQs/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184282240765623026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFOwAzevI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XkzsRhf3gQs/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>Nu mi se pare normal sa se intample asa.... si totusi... din pacat... adesea se intampla sa fie asa....<br />Se intampla ca in momentele in care trebuie, aceea persoana sa nu fie alaturi .... sau sa ne mai dorim sa ne fie acolo langa sufletul nostru dar sa fie prea tarziu. </p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184282253650524946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFPgAzexI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BKEwpKiOA90/s320/DSC03404.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>De aceea e bine sa pretuiesti tot ce este in jurul tau ... si sa ierti cand este de iertat ... sa fi acolo cand trebuie sa fi acolo... sa nu uiti cum s-ar simti daca persoana respectiva nu ar mai fi langa tine ...</p><p><br />Trebuie sa profitam de orice ocazie si sa spunem persoanelor care ne sunt alaturi ca le apreciem...<br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFPAAzewI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q12OCrojhWY/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184282245060590338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R_JFPAAzewI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q12OCrojhWY/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Asa ca si eu am sa inchei prin a spune ca: Va apreciezi pe toti cei ce imi sunteti alaturi : familie, rude, prieteni si dece nu si cunostintele mai departate.<br /><br /><br /><br />Din pacate am sa pun doar cateva poze cu persoanele dragi (nu am spatiu pentru mai multe)..... desi as pune foarte multe poze....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-3827088792977992397?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-69472141910779875112008-03-29T11:22:00.004+02:002008-03-29T11:52:01.509+02:00<div>"Unde a fost foc, ramane cenusa! Dar daca suflii in cenusa nu mai ramane nimic!" Am citit asta pe un forum si mi-a placut....</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Ciudat, dar mi-a adus aminte de poezia lui Lucian Blaga "Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumi", ca un contrast al lucrurilor spuse mai sus:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>"Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumiişi </div><br /><div>nu ucid</div><br /><div>cu mintea tainele, ce le-ntâlnesc</div><br /><div>în calea mea</div><br /><div>în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte.</div><br /><div>Lumina altora</div><br /><div>sugrumă vraja nepătrunsului ascuns</div><br /><div>în adâncimi de întuneric,</div><br /><div>dar eu,</div><br /><div>eu cu lumina mea sporesc a lumii taină -</div><br /><div>şi-ntocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna</div><br /><div>nu micşorează, ci tremurătoare</div><br /><div>măreşte şi mai tare taina nopţii,</div><br /><div>aşa înbogăţesc şi eu întunecata zare</div><br /><div>cu largi fiori de sfânt mister</div><br /><div>şi tot ce-i neînţeles</div><br /><div>se schimbă-n neînţelesuri şi mai mari</div><br /><div>sub ochii mei-</div><br /><div>căci eu iubesc</div><br /><div>şi flori şi ochi şi buze şi morminte. "</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183099058879953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-4RIgAzesI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sd5Of51Ka0k/s400/pasune+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Sper ca v-a placut ....</div><br /><br /><div><u><span style="color:#810081;"></span></u></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6947214191077987511?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-21030093843153160542008-03-26T10:44:00.004+02:002008-03-26T11:20:45.234+02:00Crezi ca te doare clipa nemiloasa a timpului dar defapt te doare eternitatea ce zace dincolo de ea.<br />Andreea Trifu<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-oNYAAzepI/AAAAAAAAAG8/V8vQww3yYU4/s1600-h/sup+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181969027214572178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-oNYAAzepI/AAAAAAAAAG8/V8vQww3yYU4/s400/sup+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Absolutul nu se gusta de doua ori.<br />Mircea Eliade<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-oNZQAzeqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/57axs-gvQC8/s1600-h/albnegru.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181969048689408674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-oNZQAzeqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/57axs-gvQC8/s400/albnegru.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyubq_-OVAI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyubq_-OVAI</a></p><p><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-oNZQAzerI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XaJsWTHsxPk/s1600-h/angry.JPG"></a><br /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2103009384315316054?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-46593203915794171362008-03-24T11:36:00.002+02:002008-03-24T11:42:46.907+02:00De multe ori cand ne uitam la o imagine vedem ceea ce ne dorim...nu neaparat ce este in imagine...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-d26AAzenI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jLMv1LfhHU8/s1600-h/spate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181240635120908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-d26AAzenI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jLMv1LfhHU8/s400/spate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Asa ne este firea...si probabil nu o sa ne schimbam niciodata ....asa facem si cu oameni.... daca dorim sa vedem ceva in ei ne creem iluzia ca acel ceva exista si apoi daca acel ceva nu este defapt suntem dezamagiti .... </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181240643710843522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-d26gAzeoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DzC8vsHo_0g/s400/spate2.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>In concluzie suntem cea ce ne dormi sa vedem.<br /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4659320391579417136?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-2368461073506320882008-03-21T20:10:00.003+02:002008-03-21T20:32:14.030+02:00<div><br /><blockquote><br /><p><br />"In vartejul pasiunii trebuie pastrata masura care sa-i mai domoleasca putin salbaticia."</p><br /><p><br />William Shakespeare</p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wH3Gw9H_eY&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wH3Gw9H_eY&amp;feature=related</a></p><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwZIufmafo">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwZIufmafo</a></p><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riWIMO18NEQ&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riWIMO18NEQ&amp;feature=related</a></p><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_riiIgP5lE&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_riiIgP5lE&amp;feature=related</a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180264457774004834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-P_FAAzemI/AAAAAAAAAGk/34r2ljdyvIA/s400/senzualitate.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wH3Gw9H_eY&amp;feature=related"></a></p></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-236846107350632088?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-69387392208747362992008-03-19T10:00:00.003+02:002008-03-19T10:16:17.788+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-DIUVjAa2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7CfI6Y8e9pU/s1600-h/pasiune.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179359823182981986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R-DIUVjAa2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7CfI6Y8e9pU/s400/pasiune.jpg" border="0" /></a> Un strop de pasiune este tot ce avem nevoie in zilele monotone ale vietii. Parca atunci cand exista acest strop, totul iti merge mai bine, esti mult mai bine dispus/dispusa si zambesti mai mult.<br /><br />Emani o stare pozitiva de spirit ...<br /><br />Esti altfel... diferit...<br /><br />Si e placut...parca nimeni nu este la fel ca tine si parca timpul nu mai are valoare atunci cand esti cu aceea persoana ce te face sa te simti in acest fel...deosebita/deosebit...<br /><br />Pana si o poza facuta in aceasta stare de spirit te face sa iti aduci aminte, si sa zambesti ... sa razi ... sa te gandesti la "cum ar fi daca ..."<br /><br />"Cum ar fi daca ...":<br />- ar fi langa mine acum<br />- nu am imbatrani si am ramane asa toata viata<br />- ar fi fost totul altfel, si nu asa cum s-a intamplat<br />- am fi ramas asa mereu<br />- ne-am impaca<br />- as fi ramas cu el/ea<br />- ...<br /><br />Si alte n variante...<br /><br />Pentru mine...legat de poza pe care am postat-o este: cum ar fi daca as fi iar la mare ... doar noi doi... fara sa ne gandim ca trebuie sa ne intoarcem acasa .... fara sa ma gandesc daca mai avem bani pentru inca o zi de cazare ....sau de mancare.... cum ar fi daca as fi eu, el , nisipul, marea si soarele sa ne incalzeasca ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6938739220874736299?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-23472934593621275852008-03-17T09:57:00.007+02:002008-03-17T12:28:19.544+02:00Suntem o urma pe nisip ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178619465310432050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R94m91jAazI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ON4KyTAjTrQ/s400/P05-01-06_10.55.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fiecare actiune se aseamana cu un pas pe malul mari. </div><br /><br /><div>Cele mai neimportante sunt facute mai aproape de mare si o data cu valul spumegand al marii sunt sterse ramand doar ca o amintire. </div><br /><br /><div>Iar cele importante sunt facute mai departe ramand pana ce vantul le va sufla usor usor ... lasandu-se sa mai dainuie un pic .... pana se sting si ele ...</div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178619808907815746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R94nR1jAa0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/67iNDBaolJ8/s400/P05-01-06_11.15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>Fiecare urma a fiecaruia realizand traseul vietii... cu un inceput si un sfarsit inevitabil.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178619813202783058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R94nSFjAa1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d4AXEyzchL4/s400/P05-01-06_11.17.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>O mare de oameni cu o nesfarsita plaja pe a carui nisip sa putem cu toti sa lasam cate o urma ... fie ea mica sau mare...</div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2347293459362127585?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-28369165646774316312008-03-14T14:10:00.003+02:002008-03-14T14:35:26.998+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proFjAatI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_a_pXr5puV4/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177569058043751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proFjAatI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_a_pXr5puV4/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /></a> Domniţă iarna, Jupână primăvara....de Ovidiu Oana<br /><br />"Iar s-a nuntit pământul cu iarna, cotropindu-l<br />Pe faţă şi-n cotloane cu voluptatea rece.<br />Cel Soare-Nun zâmbeşte, când peste lume trece<br />La jurământ de taină, cu foc pecetluindu-l.<br /><br /><div align="right">Adună de departe ca oaspeţi, zburătoare,</div><div align="right">Chiar Moş Martin agale păşeşte din bârlog</div><div align="right">Pe neaua toropită, rămasă de zălog</div><div align="right">Şi zestre a miresei de verde născătoare</div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proljAauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tJ4vNtVtPso/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177569066633685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proljAauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tJ4vNtVtPso/s400/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /></a>Decor de iarbă crudă, tuşat cu vioriu<br />Şi bâzâit de-albine ce harnic robotesc<br />Flori oaspete în voie grădinile gătesc,<br />Aruncă-n jur arome, mălinul coliliu.<br /><br /><div align="right">S-au risipit în taină învoalări de fată</div><div align="right">Viaţa germinează în case şi pe-afară,</div><div align="right">Le e la toţi stăpână, Jupâna Primăvară,</div><div align="right">Zâmbind îşi leagă-n voie, basmaua înflorată." </div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proljAavI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wmMBLCr8cAw/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177569066633685746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9proljAavI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wmMBLCr8cAw/s400/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-2836916564677431631?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-91911417669203093902008-03-12T19:11:00.002+02:002008-03-12T19:17:57.657+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHFjAaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GY2jVS5E170/s1600-h/pasune+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904386084891266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHFjAaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GY2jVS5E170/s400/pasune+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHVjAapI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aqMKdsTvaog/s1600-h/cabana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904390379858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHVjAapI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aqMKdsTvaog/s400/cabana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHljAaqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lQmeuFXaSuo/s1600-h/brad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904394674825890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPHljAaqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lQmeuFXaSuo/s400/brad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPH1jAarI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XM_YAwTErfA/s1600-h/cutu+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904398969793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPH1jAarI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XM_YAwTErfA/s400/cutu+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPH1jAasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FiOgfzYccHQ/s1600-h/munte+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904398969793218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9gPH1jAasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FiOgfzYccHQ/s400/munte+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFxowcqt4jU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFxowcqt4jU</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLTpmN6OkZ4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLTpmN6OkZ4</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-9191141766920309390?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-72248134946262465002008-03-10T14:53:00.003+02:002008-03-10T15:10:00.552+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9Uv2ljAanI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TebfcxywNaU/s1600-h/oi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176095961570634354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9Uv2ljAanI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TebfcxywNaU/s320/oi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p>Nu stiu exact despre ce vreau sa scriu astazi....cert este ca aceasta este imaginea pe care am ales-o si care ma face sa zambesc....</p><p>Imi creaza o stare de liniste si pace sufleteasca. </p><p>Si oare dece? Pentru ca, in fond, sunt doar niste oi. Oi recunoscute pentru fenomenul de turma si considerate sa aibe o intelegere mai scazuta.</p><p>Poate pentru ca le vad cum lenevesc pe iarba la umbra brazilor. Parca ma vad si eu cum as sta tolanita pe o zi calduroasa la umbra unui brad.</p><p>Poate pentru ca le invidiez ca pot sa fie asa de calme si fara griji. Ca si cum timpul ar sta in loc, si ele nu sunt afectate de trecerea lui.</p><p>Poate pentru ca ma face sa realizez ca trebuie sa pretuim familia si prieteni... pentru ca doar impreuna putem razbi in unele probleme mai importante.</p><p>Voua ce va sugereaza aceasta imagine?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7224813494626246500?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-67087234482941621992008-03-08T07:13:00.008+02:002008-03-08T07:30:36.351+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IkZljAalI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VGfAIfnxfRs/s1600-h/DSC00623xsaa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175238943796390482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IkZljAalI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VGfAIfnxfRs/s400/DSC00623xsaa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">La multi ani cu ocazia zile de 8 Martie.</span> </div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IhbFjAafI/AAAAAAAAADk/oZiMaUiVqXY/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175235671031310834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IhbFjAafI/AAAAAAAAADk/oZiMaUiVqXY/s400/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Si pentru ca este martie, si rosul se potriveste cel mai bine sezonului acesta, am pus doar niste poze cu tema asta.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IhbFjAagI/AAAAAAAAADs/rd5a2DVC5lg/s1600-h/sakjre.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175236680348625474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9IiV1jAakI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FZsFt7pzkYk/s400/DSC00657sasjaka.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Inca o data La Multi Ani!!!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-6708723448294162199?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-82922958122046402942008-03-07T14:17:00.003+02:002008-03-07T14:45:59.304+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzHljAabI/AAAAAAAAADE/S7oWt4kOe80/s1600-h/mod3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174973652256450994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzHljAabI/AAAAAAAAADE/S7oWt4kOe80/s400/mod3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cat de mult semanam uni cu alti si totusi cat de diferiti suntem.<br />Nu suntem diferiti numai de la un individ la altul, ci, dupa parerea mea, de la o zi la alta.<br />Ne schimbam modul de a fi, atitudinea, starea fata de ceva.<br /><br />Si oare ce declanseaza acest lucru ... un sentiment...o amintire.... o dorinta.... o ambitie ....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzIFjAacI/AAAAAAAAADM/q2tp-bCqPAg/s1600-h/contraste.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174973660846385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzIFjAacI/AAAAAAAAADM/q2tp-bCqPAg/s400/contraste.bmp" border="0" /></a> Intradevar caracterul ramane neschimbat in linii mari.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzIVjAadI/AAAAAAAAADU/KHH54j8kfEU/s1600-h/oglinda.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174973665141352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R9EzIVjAadI/AAAAAAAAADU/KHH54j8kfEU/s400/oglinda.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Sau poate, datorita fiecarei experiente se modeleaza intr-unul nou...<br /><br />Dar depinde de noi acest lucru, sau este necontrolat de noi ...sau chiar facut involuntar ....<br /><br />Asta ramane de vazut.<br /><br />Voi ce credeti?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfRCFoyMuxg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfRCFoyMuxg</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8292295812204640294?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-89909735865490373062008-03-06T07:35:00.008+02:002008-03-06T08:12:13.288+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFj3BasI/AAAAAAAAACc/GgI154ZuXqY/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174498628420594370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFj3BasI/AAAAAAAAACc/GgI154ZuXqY/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Parca deja a venit sezonul propice pentru plecari la munte, in tara si dece nu la mare. Deja incet...incet...gandul de a merge la munte la un gratar sau o plimbare pe cararile inguste suna din ce in ce mai aproape.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFj3BatI/AAAAAAAAACk/zacDNnogkHI/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174498628420594386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFj3BatI/AAAAAAAAACk/zacDNnogkHI/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Atunci cand alaturi de prieteni, rude, ne asezam la firul ierbii si discutam diverse, uitam de stresul de zi cu zi, de dimineti trezite dupa nopti nedormite si zile jalnice la munca.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFz3BauI/AAAAAAAAACs/Di0iCEpPFfk/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174498632715561698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DFz3BauI/AAAAAAAAACs/Di0iCEpPFfk/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tragem aer in piept, mancam un gratar, ne chinuim picioarele pe drumuri putin umblate sau chiar neumblate, ne intindem pe pamantul caldut .... si astfel ne incarcam bateriile si reintram in viata obijnuita dupa un weekend de vis.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DRz3BawI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dGlNkd5x_fc/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174498838873991938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8-DRz3BawI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dGlNkd5x_fc/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nu ar fi bine sa fie asa tot timpul?<br /><br /><br />Poate daca ar fi asa tot timpul nu am mai aprecia ce avem, asa cum se intampla cu toate lucrurile cu care ne obijnuim si a caror valoare o aflam abia dupa ce le pierdem.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPxTnXSR2YA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPxTnXSR2YA</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK9BJcq9k4g">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK9BJcq9k4g</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uhdajt0C1sE"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYyGmdUepUU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYyGmdUepUU</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-8990973586549037306?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-41349644272593744862008-03-05T17:06:00.004+02:002008-03-05T17:34:08.761+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865RD3BapI/AAAAAAAAACE/DA46cuIZwY4/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174276724640279186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865RD3BapI/AAAAAAAAACE/DA46cuIZwY4/s320/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Doar cerul este limita.... sau cel putin asta am auzit de foarte multe ori....Oare asa este?<br /><br />Eu una asa cred, in mare parte. Putem face orice, iar lucrurile pe care le dorim se pot dobandi, desigur cu un anumit sacrificiu.... mai greu sa pice de undeva....<br /><br />Stau adesea si ma uit la cer, visez. Imi place mai ales cerul pe timp de vara, cand este senin in mare parte, cand e cald ....atunci cu adevarat simt ca pot muta muntii din loc....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865Rj3BaqI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVZIvsPsQSM/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174276733230213794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865Rj3BaqI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVZIvsPsQSM/s320/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Iarna prefer sa ma uit la cer doar noaptea, cand se vad stele clipind, undeva pe un varf de munte.<br /><br />Oare totusi si anotimpul influenteaza dorintele noastre, visele si idealurile? Oare cerul este atat de diferit cand anotimpul se schimba?<br /><br />Are alta culoare cerul daca suntem la mare sau la munte, sau oriunde altundeva?<br /><br />Acest imens albastru asimilat de noi poate cu libertate .... defapt..... ne duce cu gandul la a face imposibilul posibil....<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865Rz3BarI/AAAAAAAAACU/G_-kxQPqc5s/s1600-h/P05-01-06_15.08%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174276737525181106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R865Rz3BarI/AAAAAAAAACU/G_-kxQPqc5s/s320/P05-01-06_15.08%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A2Jt4WOxN8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A2Jt4WOxN8</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4134964427259374486?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-77383495758806906272008-03-04T12:00:00.004+02:002008-03-04T12:07:15.068+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R80fPjmE8xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/26Qbv-TJUbw/s1600-h/culori.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173825899032015634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R80fPjmE8xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/26Qbv-TJUbw/s400/culori.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R80fJDmE8wI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nyf-HxTUNWA/s1600-h/dsaefd.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Cand ma trezesc, adesea se intampla, sa ma simt ori foarte bine, ori foarte prost...ori indiferenta. Si stau si ma gandesc cum fiecare stare este defapt o culoare.... Astazi ma simt calma, intelegatoare sunt verde sau poate sunt visatoare (albastra), sau foarte increzatoare si cuceritoare, pasionala (sunt rosu) ....sau nu am chef de nimic (gri). </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Cand m-am trezit azi ....cred ca am fost un amestec de verde cu un pic de gri.... </div><br /><br /><div>Ce culoare a avut dimineata asta pentru voi?</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-7738349575880690627?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-40955230579097850752008-03-03T10:02:00.004+02:002008-03-03T10:33:29.896+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8u3D4HJAoI/AAAAAAAAABo/MEcKH6RmnLg/s1600-h/el+si+ea+spate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173429874194973314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8u3D4HJAoI/AAAAAAAAABo/MEcKH6RmnLg/s400/el+si+ea+spate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In ani de liceu, o colega foarte draga mie mi-a scris pe o foaie de hartie o poezie (a carui autor nu il cunosc), dar care si acum a ramas pentru mine o placere sa o recitesc, asa ca am sa o impartasesc si cu voi. Poezia se numeste "<em>Stii de ce nu ploua!":</em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em>" Nu ploua pentru ca s-a plictisit cerul de soare, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Ploua, pentru ca s-a plictisit soarele de cer, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Ploua, pentru ca ii este pamantului sete.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Stii de ce nu te iubesc?</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nu te iubesc, pentru ca nu ma iubesti, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Pentru ca ne suntem straini unul altuia.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Si mai stii de ce nu te iubesc?</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nu te iubesc, pentru ca nu existi</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Si ti-e frica. Lasule!</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nu te iubesc, pentru ca m-am saturat</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Sa te caut, sa te gasesc si iar sa te pierd</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nu te iubesc, pentru ca-mi esti drag,</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nu te iubesc, pentru ca te iubesc prea mult!"</em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ce parere aveti?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-4095523057909785075?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159084181711007013.post-54095576978481727532008-03-02T10:46:00.004+02:002008-03-02T11:19:04.608+02:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8pp6oHJAnI/AAAAAAAAABg/O7sqM9uOdSw/s1600-h/el+si+ea.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173063577909133938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8pp6oHJAnI/AAAAAAAAABg/O7sqM9uOdSw/s400/el+si+ea.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8ppyYHJAmI/AAAAAAAAABY/O51g4kJXubA/s1600-h/el+si+ea.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8pplIHJAkI/AAAAAAAAABI/KSrfhgJWkZE/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8ppl4HJAlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eZKLSNaRxuk/s1600-h/smoke.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173063221426848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsTiP68hnCA/R8ppl4HJAlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eZKLSNaRxuk/s320/smoke.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Atât de fragedă, te-asameni</em></div><div align="left"><em>Cu floarea albă de cireş,</em><br /><em>Şi ca un înger dintre oameni</em><br /><em>În calea vieţii mele ieşi.</em><br /><em></em><br /><div align="right"><em>Abia atingi covorul moale,</em></div><div align="right"><em>Mătasa sună sub picior,</em></div><div align="right"><em>Şi de la creştet pân-în poale</em></div><div align="right"><em>Pluteşti ca visul de uşor."</em></div><div align="right"> </div>(Atât de fragedă... - Mihai Eminescu)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhm48mp8q98">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhm48mp8q98</a><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159084181711007013-5409557697848172753?l=rasaritdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193256851575594668noreply@blogger.com7