<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998</id><updated>2011-11-28T12:17:34.783+02:00</updated><category term='About Me'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Late Jingleings</title><subtitle type='html'>Sirag de ganduri.. desirate.. si mereu intarziate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3029649863404259231</id><published>2010-07-02T20:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:16:09.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cranberries</title><content type='html'>Inca putin... inca putin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metalhead.ro/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.metalhead.ro/cranberries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.METALHEAD.ro" target="_blank"&gt;Rock ON la Cranberries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3029649863404259231?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3029649863404259231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3029649863404259231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3029649863404259231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3029649863404259231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2010/07/cranberries.html' title='The Cranberries'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7642205464359062692</id><published>2010-06-30T17:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:52:20.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mansarda incalcita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/TCtaC2LgthI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v-wwWpve2SM/s1600/The_Coming_Storm_by_takeru_san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/TCtaC2LgthI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v-wwWpve2SM/s200/The_Coming_Storm_by_takeru_san.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488579575831115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuvinte inflacarate si intrebari schioape imi locuiesc in gand.&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsurile nu se inghesuie sa bata la usa mansardei pe care furtunile o ocolesc. In mansarda mea exista doar furtuni intr-un pahar cu apa...&lt;br /&gt;Furtuni ce se inalta apoi se preling intr-o minte pacatoasa.&lt;br /&gt;umbre de dor se unduie alene in ungherele sufletului.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai stiut; nu ai putut sau nu ai vrut sa stii cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu vei afla vreodata, caci furtuna din paharul meu cu apa lasa doar cicatrici in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Nu si raspunsuri.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*foto deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7642205464359062692?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7642205464359062692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7642205464359062692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7642205464359062692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7642205464359062692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2010/06/mansarda-incalcita.html' title='Mansarda incalcita'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/TCtaC2LgthI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v-wwWpve2SM/s72-c/The_Coming_Storm_by_takeru_san.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2041596156409333428</id><published>2009-09-04T13:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:19:39.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Materiale media gratuite pe youthmedia.org.ro</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="singlePageTitle"&gt;Materiale media gratuite pe youthmedia.org.ro&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.youthmedia.org.ro/files/networks/logos/9/9/original/network_logo_youthmedia_ro.png" alt="Youtmedia" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthmedia.org.ro/" target="_blank"&gt;Youthmedia.org.ro&lt;/a&gt; este prima platformă românească cu conţinut gratuit de media, unde tinerii pot să difuzeze, să exploreze și să creeze împreună materiale de calitate jurnalistică în format video, audio, foto, PDF şi text.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Youthmedia oferă avantaje nu numai tinerilor jurnaliști, ci și persoanelor sau organizațiilor care au nevoie de acces la conținut gratuit. Toate materialele încărcate sunt disponibile pentru descărcare sub licenţă Creative Commons, permițând folosirea lor pe print, în online, în mediul comercial sau nonprofit, în funcție de tipul de licență selectată. Fiecare utilizator are posibilitatea să aleagă dintre cele patru tipuri de licenţă disponibile pe site: atribuire-necomercial, atribuire, atribuire-fără opere derivate, atribuire-necomercial-fără opere derivate. &lt;span id="more-4350"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Youthmedia este un proiect european implementat în România de către &lt;a href="http://www.asjc.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Asociaţia Studenţilor la Jurnalism şi Comunicare&lt;/a&gt; (ASJC - Youthpress Romania). El a fost inițiat în 2005 de European Youth Press, o organizaţie umbrelă pentru tinerii jurnaliști din Europa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prima platforma dezvoltată, youthmedia.eu, a dat startul unei reţele de platforme naţionale. În prezent, acestea există în Austria, Germania, Franța, Suedia și România și platforma asiatică, AMIC Young Communicators Network. Împreună adună peste 20.000 de utilizatori, cu 55.000 de fișiere încărcate. Dintre aceștia, români sunt peste 600. Orice material postat pe oricare dintre platforme poate fi regăsit şi pe celelalte. Astfel, Youthmedia oferă oportunitatea interacţiunii între tinerii implicaţi în media la nivel internaţional.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ASJC - Youthpress Romania este un ONG profesional ce consolidează o comunitate de tineri jurnalişti şi comunicatori. Organizaţia reprezintă o sursă de informaţii şi oportunităţi de dezvoltare şi networking la nivel european, intermediind legătura dintre organizaţii internaţionale şi peisajul mediei tinere din România. ASJC - Youthpress Romania este membru cu drepturi depline în European Youth Press din iunie 2008.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthpress.org/" target="_blank"&gt;European Youth Press&lt;/a&gt; este o structură ce reuneşte asociaţii de tineret din Europa, targetate pe jurnalism. În momentul de față, ea atrage peste 48.000 de tineri jurnaliști, prin intermediul celor 18 state membre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2041596156409333428?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2041596156409333428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2041596156409333428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2041596156409333428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2041596156409333428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/09/materiale-media-gratuite-pe.html' title='Materiale media gratuite pe youthmedia.org.ro'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1350021803270789861</id><published>2009-07-26T18:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:56:15.465+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si ieri.. si azi.. si maine.. cu siguranta Ciprian Macesaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Smx8f05KLXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SloiCv77OoQ/s1600-h/8004000MhNJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Smx8f05KLXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SloiCv77OoQ/s200/8004000MhNJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362798142507593074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;un pescarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculti bach cu urechea lipita de plamanul artificial al lumii, numeri bauturile energizante care ti-au mai ramas, "fuck me!" soptesti in receptorul manjit de flegma si-apoi iti notezi in jurnal ca viata e un pescarus mort pe copacabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razboi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubito suntem doua armate minuscule, dar campul nostru de lupta e mai mare decat un intreg continent... ca niste cuirasate trec degetele mele prin parul tau... debarc armata trupului mai grozav decat debarcarea din normandia... iluzia cotropirii e totala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*din " Cantecul greierilor de sub calea ferata"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1350021803270789861?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1350021803270789861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1350021803270789861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1350021803270789861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1350021803270789861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-ieri-si-azi-si-maine-cu-siguranta.html' title='Si ieri.. si azi.. si maine.. cu siguranta Ciprian Macesaru'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Smx8f05KLXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SloiCv77OoQ/s72-c/8004000MhNJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8705919921353950423</id><published>2009-06-13T00:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:09:41.018+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Truverii-o surpriza la ZBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SjLR5c2QKvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s4_DQ8w4FZQ/s1600-h/truverii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SjLR5c2QKvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s4_DQ8w4FZQ/s200/truverii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346566492568693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pe 31 mai am ajuns si eu, din intamplare, la petrecerea bloggerilor, din The Silver Church Club, cu inca 3 prieteni. Atmosfera incendiara! si asta datorita trupei &lt;a href="http://truverii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Truverii&lt;/a&gt;, o mana de oameni, imbracati in costume mediavale, cantand cantece vechi, din diferite zone si culturi: sudul Italiei, Franta, Irlanda si, cum altfel, Romania.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am vazut om care sa nu danseze cu foc sau sa zambeasca in semn de multumire. E acea muzica ce nu te lasa sa stai jos nici in ruptul capului. e muzica pe care am uitat sa o iubim si s-o pretuim la adevarata ei valoare. Uneori, nu strica sa ne amintim acest lucru, iar oamenii acestia asta fac.&lt;br /&gt;Noi trebuie doar sa ne indreptam mintea si sa ne ciulim urechile la ritmurile vechi, dar nu invechite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto de &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRwaVTls3GU/SiYHiK8MsiI/AAAAAAAAAts/nEFYguw9tGQ/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8705919921353950423?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8705919921353950423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8705919921353950423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8705919921353950423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8705919921353950423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/06/truverii-o-surpriza-la-zbb.html' title='Truverii-o surpriza la ZBB'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SjLR5c2QKvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s4_DQ8w4FZQ/s72-c/truverii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3941337851914399431</id><published>2009-05-03T16:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:46:06.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La cerise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jReQtc-02v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jReQtc-02v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the great ppl i spent the last days with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3941337851914399431?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3941337851914399431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3941337851914399431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3941337851914399431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3941337851914399431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-cerise.html' title='La cerise...'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5397524812048922882</id><published>2009-05-02T22:50:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:43:59.908+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai, Mai, Mai... 1 Mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Mai, din nou. Muncitoresc, studentesc, doesn't matter, 1 mai sa fie! Nici anul asta n-am ajuns la mare.. insa nu-mi pare atat de rau ca in anii trecuti. Pe litoral ploaia s-a simtit la ea acasa, ca deh, e 1 mai, iar in Bucuresti a fost un adevarat concurs de tricouri ude.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, ploaia a ajuns tarziu prin capitala, asa ca am avut timp berechet sa ne facem vanatai la volei, sa ne ghicim unii altora visele cu joculete funny, sa radem , sa glumim, sa ne simtim bine impreuna. Prieteni vechi si prieteni noi, laolalta, oameni minunati, intr-un cuvant - bine, in doua. Si cum nu poti fi student fara chefuri.. am chefuit pana tarziu (sau dimineata devreme, dupa altii, fiecare cu ritmul sau).&lt;br /&gt;Frumos a fost si va mai fi :). Nu regret nici o clipa ca nu am ajuns la mare sa vad nisipul plin de peturi de suc/bere sau sticle de vodca, marea cu multe alge si "submarine" de-ale cainilor si asfaltul proaspat turnat din vama. Slava Domnului, asfalt e si-n Bucuresti de te saturi. La fel si peturi, miros de mititei sfaraind,  si alte alea. Nu e nevoie sa stai 6 ore in picioare intr-un tren  sa vezi/auzi/mirosi toate astea.&lt;br /&gt;De mare mi-e in continuare dor, dar ma voi duce pe 8 mai, pe 11 iunie sau oricand altcandva si nu de 1 mai, cand cei mai multi merg la mare, mai ales in Vama, pentru ca au auzit ei ca e cool, "trendi-flendi" sau mai stiu eu cum sa faci asta de 1 mai.&lt;br /&gt;Nu, frate! Marea e frumoasa ea, simpla, curata sau cu un milion de alge. Nu e nevoie sa fie asezonata cu manele sau orice gen de alta muzica mai putin suparatoare la timpane, mititei/scrumbii, sau motoare de ultima generatie pentru a fi admirata. That's why.... voi iubi marea in linistea mea, cand va fi mai putina aglomeratie. Sau deloc-la iarna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5397524812048922882?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5397524812048922882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5397524812048922882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5397524812048922882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5397524812048922882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/05/mai-mai-mai-1-mai.html' title='Mai, Mai, Mai... 1 Mai'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2363250098959325813</id><published>2009-02-12T23:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:23:02.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iarna si dor de casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SZShG4zarrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/37s8Et7Qy2Q/s1600-h/Structuri_de_iarna_VI_by_smartinov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SZShG4zarrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/37s8Et7Qy2Q/s200/Structuri_de_iarna_VI_by_smartinov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302039801021247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da, traiesc, daca va-ti intrebat cumva care mi-e  soarta.&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt din nou ACASA.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai simtiti de multa vreme ce inseamna adevaratul acasa... Ne-am obisnuit cu toii ca acasa e acolo unde locuim.. well... wrong. Acasa e acolo unde sangele-ti invie, unde mirosurile prind viata, iar gustul e mereu proaspat.. Azi miroase a iarna... ninge cu incapatanarea florilor de a cresta bobocul si de a prinde viata... ninge cu incapatanarea unui copilas de a se exprima, cand nimeni nu-l intelege.&lt;br /&gt;Si miroase a amintiri... a copii catarati in pomi cautand curcubee, a mar cu scortisoara si dulceata de gutui, ca-n totdeauna. Ore-n sir petrecute cu nasul lipit de geam privind ninsoarea... petrecute, dar nu pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;Me and myself are back together, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*foto: deviantart, by smartinov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2363250098959325813?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2363250098959325813/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2363250098959325813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2363250098959325813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2363250098959325813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/02/iarna-si-dor-de-casa.html' title='Iarna si dor de casa'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SZShG4zarrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/37s8Et7Qy2Q/s72-c/Structuri_de_iarna_VI_by_smartinov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1494081209352455226</id><published>2009-01-22T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:41:52.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama, sustinut de vedete</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYGUnR0wiCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYGUnR0wiCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 de vedete de la Hollywood isi exprima sustinerea fata de noua politica verde a presedintelui Barack Obama si il felicita pentru investire, intr-un videoclip regizat si editat de Demi Moore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Superstaruri precum Cameron Diaz, Hayden Panettiere, Laura Linney, Dakota Fanning, Jaime Pressly, Ashlee Simpson, Nicole Richie, Toby Maguire, Diddy, Alyssa Milano, Eva Mendes, Molly Sims, Courtney Cox Arquette si David Arquette si-au prezentat angajamentul fata de viitoarele actiuni ale presedintelui SUA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Acest videoclip este un raspuns la chemarea lui Obama catre fiecare american pentru a ajuta la schimbarea in bine a tarii. Presedintele ales al SUA Barack Obama va scapa de politicile energetice ale administratiei Bush si va introduce o noua lege importanta referitoare la schimbarile climatice, in incercarea de a readuce SUA pe caile verzi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sursa: Realitatea.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1494081209352455226?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1494081209352455226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1494081209352455226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1494081209352455226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1494081209352455226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-sustinut-de-vedete_22.html' title='Obama, sustinut de vedete'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3374972216341510718</id><published>2008-12-10T17:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:26:23.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MediaNight 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://medianight.info/"&gt;http://medianight.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lume, lume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Balul Bobocilor de la Facultatea de Jurnalism si Stiintele Comunicarii, mai precis MΞDIA NIGHT 2008, va avea loc luni, de la ora 20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde vom petrece impreuna?&lt;br /&gt;In club Silver Church, pe Calea Plevnei nr 61 (la Casa de Cultura a Studentilor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde ne luam bilete?&lt;br /&gt;Incepand de joia aceasta, de pe holul de la etajul 6, de la Petrecerea de Craciun si de la intrarea in club, in seara petrecerii! Cautati membrii ASJC si puteti sa va procurati o “legitimatie de presa” pentru MΞDIA NIGHT 2008 cu 15 lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum inchiriez o masa?&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand iti cumperi “legitimatia de presa” intreaba ce mese mai sunt libere. Membrul ASJC care te va ajuta iti va putea rezerva una tot atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine ne (in)canta?&lt;br /&gt;DJ Rezident&lt;br /&gt;Montuga&lt;br /&gt;Kontrasens&lt;br /&gt;MC ICSU (Explicit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe cine contactez daca am nelamuriri?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa ne scrii la asjc.bucuresti@yahoo.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3374972216341510718?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3374972216341510718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3374972216341510718&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3374972216341510718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3374972216341510718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/12/medianight-un-altfel-de-bal.html' title='MediaNight 2008'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6207021807320506797</id><published>2008-08-18T17:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:10:10.437+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For us and what we used to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6207021807320506797?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6207021807320506797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6207021807320506797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6207021807320506797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6207021807320506797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-us-and-what-we-used-to-be_18.html' title='For us and what we used to be'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-612607658592362221</id><published>2008-08-18T16:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:12:14.869+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coji de portocale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asa miroase lumea mea acum, A Tine si a Coji de portocale. Asa va fi mereu. In drumul meu spre nori imi voi aminti mireasma cearsafurilor verzi acidulate ce-mbraca marea si pe mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acoperiti cu o patura calda de nisip ne vom petrece restul zilelor sub mangaierea marii Portocale...&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc in lumea mea, in lumea mea proaspat construita, unde nu ma tinge nimic in afara de sarea de pe buzele tale si de arsita soarelui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printre alge si pietre sidefii mi-am regasit suflarea, pe care o voi pastra doar pentru mine de acum inainte. Pentru mine si El, soarele. Nu si pentru tine. Vei tanji, te vei ascunde si vei implora, apoi te va lovi nepasarea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reinviat, durerea e data la o parte si a lasat, in sfarsit, locul fericirii si vietii pe care am uitat sa o traiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viata noua, cu miros de portocale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-612607658592362221?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/612607658592362221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=612607658592362221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/612607658592362221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/612607658592362221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/08/coji-de-portocale.html' title='Coji de portocale'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4705524864524240468</id><published>2008-05-09T02:56:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:01:41.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Always look on the bright side of LIFE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i35WRFDcKGo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i35WRFDcKGo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos life is too short to be wasted!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I feel happy and this is one of those rare moments!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos U'll feel happy too watching/hearing this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Noroc cu D. Horea Badau -&gt; YouTube via &lt;a href="http://horeabadau.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://horeabadau.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4705524864524240468?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4705524864524240468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4705524864524240468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4705524864524240468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4705524864524240468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/05/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='Always look on the bright side of LIFE!!!'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-884956670554612543</id><published>2008-04-14T00:35:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:50:05.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostia ucide Romania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SAKMd8Lh0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72d3voLScUY/s1600-h/stupid+crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SAKMd8Lh0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72d3voLScUY/s200/stupid+crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188864166682808610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctorii spun ca pacientii care afla ca urmeaza sa moara in scurt timp trec prin 4 faze: 1.Negare 2Furie 3Negociere si 4Resemnare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tind sa cred ca Romania e pe moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Inainte de '89, eram niste nationalisti care traiau in negare: nu voiam sa acceptam ca eram manipulati de mai marii tarii, desi era evident.&lt;br /&gt;2.Dupa ce l-am nimicit pe Ceausescu, am devenit furiosi: astfel a aparut revoltia - pentru un trai mai bun, pentru egalitate de sanse (- my ass!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Unii au realizat ca tot haosul produs creeaza conditii propice escrocheriilor, astfel ca am trecut la negocieri: aceeasi Unii merg cu gentile de bani la altii, Altii se fac ca uita de legislatia in vigoare, pentru ca deh.. ochii romanului sclipesc in fata banilor, astfel ca sunt comise tot felul de magarii.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cei care ajung in functiile mai sus-puse sunt, majoritatea, incapabili, pentru ca, -nu-i asa?-, toti pornesc de jos, avanseaza, iar cand nu mai sunt capabili sa avanseze, conduc! (asa zice folclorul romanesc, nu eu...). Si uite-asa ne resemnam si spunem sec : Asta E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal ca ASTA e, ca daca alta nu e.. ce sa facem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai... am putea incepe prin a Lua la cunostinta faptul ca:&lt;br /&gt;a) Decat noi putem schimba tara asta,&lt;br /&gt;b) ca Numai avem parte Demult noroc si asta pentru ca norocul Til M-ai faci si singur,&lt;br /&gt;c) ca nu putem Tranversa toata ziua cum ne place Dintro stanga politica oarba Intro dreapta schioapa, ci ar Fii bine sa ne pastram verticalitatea ,&lt;br /&gt;d) ca Datorita inconstientei noastre ajungem la incalzirea globala si distrugem tot ce mai Ie bun pe planeta asta si n-o sa putem cumpara Pamant!! pe  satelitul natural al Terrei, numit Luna, chiar daca ne-ar Place sa facem asta.&lt;br /&gt;e) cersetorii Care ii vedem la fiecare colt de strada n-au ajuns acolo de prea mult bine, probabil..&lt;br /&gt;  si lista poate continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie.... avem doua optiuni: prima este sa punem si noi osul la munca si sa incercam sa ridicam tara asta din rahatul in care se afla de ceva vreme si sa nu mai asteptam sa vina americanii sa ne salveze. A doua este sa dam in continuare din umeri in semn de resemnare, dar in cazul asta ar trebui sa nu ne mai plangem peste tot ca suntem saraci, ca n-avem aia si cealalta - si aici nu ma refer doar la oamenii de rand, ci si la cei care aleg sa faca din Romania un milog care cerseste la portile Lumii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daca vrei, poti!" - dar tocmai asta e.. trebuie sa ne hotaram daca vrem, pentru ca la capitolul asta stam cel mai prost. Sau putem avea in continuare o privire ratacita de crab, fara sa stim incotro s-o apucam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta dezordine de idei, va Aduc la cunostinta ca greselile din acest text sunt intentionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*foto: www.deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-884956670554612543?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/884956670554612543/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=884956670554612543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/884956670554612543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/884956670554612543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/04/prostia-ucide-romania.html' title='Prostia ucide Romania'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/SAKMd8Lh0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72d3voLScUY/s72-c/stupid+crab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4930088041556285240</id><published>2008-01-22T01:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:50:36.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strigatul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R5Uqh2P9VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GM46Y0a3xyE/s1600-h/strigatul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R5Uqh2P9VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GM46Y0a3xyE/s200/strigatul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158075709209269538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incep sa simt cum ma invart in loc... ca un vinil pe un magnetofon stricat: aceleasi idei, aceleasi intrebari fara raspuns, aceleasi temeri zac ascunse-n mine si nu-si gasesc o voce care sa tipe pentru ele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*foto: www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4930088041556285240?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4930088041556285240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4930088041556285240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4930088041556285240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4930088041556285240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/01/strigatul.html' title='Strigatul'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R5Uqh2P9VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GM46Y0a3xyE/s72-c/strigatul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7921740438771921385</id><published>2008-01-12T18:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:51:08.818+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R4j2rWP9VRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2M0PeqLtbZo/s1600-h/Waiting_for_Snow____by_StudioQube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R4j2rWP9VRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2M0PeqLtbZo/s200/Waiting_for_Snow____by_StudioQube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154640998092854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninge.. afara si inauntrul meu. Mi-as fi dorit sa ploua...macar ploaia e mai calda.&lt;br /&gt;Flori de gheata zac pe geamuri moarte... asta daca geamurile ar fi avut vreodata o viata a lor.. si probabil ca au avut.&lt;br /&gt;Tot flori de gheata impodobesc si sufletul meu de ceva vreme. Si refuza sa se topeasca. Sau poate ca ar vrea sa se topeasca, dar nu mai e nici un strop de caldura.&lt;br /&gt;Imi adun singuratatea intr-un scrum obosit de tigara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7921740438771921385?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7921740438771921385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7921740438771921385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7921740438771921385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7921740438771921385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R4j2rWP9VRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2M0PeqLtbZo/s72-c/Waiting_for_Snow____by_StudioQube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8234600541392698456</id><published>2007-12-04T23:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:51:40.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R1XKPErTdaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YIwMDjRMFnQ/s1600-h/lighting_the_way_by_starlit26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R1XKPErTdaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YIwMDjRMFnQ/s200/lighting_the_way_by_starlit26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140236910015509922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lumina difuza, pereti conturati in mov si mobila neagra patinata de timp... sau altfel zis, camera copilariei mele.&lt;br /&gt;Acolo unde soba era mereu calda si bradul de Craciun imi spunea povestea vietii lui. Acolo unde va fi mereu o bucatica din sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;M-am intors zilele trecute in camera copilariei, am inchis ochii si am fost din nou copilul vesel si neastamparat. Sau poate ca am fost asa si pana acum, doar ca nu mi-am dat seama prea bine.&lt;br /&gt;O poza cu bunicii mei sta ratacita undeva pe biblioteca.. si surade trist. ii surad si eu si iau aminitirea ei cu mine. Glasul lor se-aude tot mai clar in mintea mea de copil:&lt;br /&gt;"Hai in casa, s-a facut tarziu; te poti juca si maine."&lt;br /&gt;"inca putin, promit sa vin repede".&lt;br /&gt;Cana mea mica din portelan alb cu maimuta albastra in care ma astepta laptele cald cu cacao e acum langa mine. Pe biroul negru. Nepatinat.&lt;br /&gt;In loc de lapte e ceai de menta; fara zahar si cu multa lamaie. iar in camera, acelasi miros de scortisoara.&lt;br /&gt;Poarta, odata verde, e acum visinie.&lt;br /&gt;Dar oamenii din jurul ei sunt aceiasi, cu cativa ani mai batrani. Colegii mei mai mari de joaca au acum, la randul lor, copii, care cutreiera potecile pe care umblam noi desculti.&lt;br /&gt;Imi va veni si mie timpul, candva, sa fiu om mare, cu responsabilitati. Iar atunci cand grijile de om mare ma vor cuprinde, imi voi gasi refugiul in camera mov, cu mobila neagra si lumina difuza. Iar grijile vor fi trecut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8234600541392698456?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8234600541392698456/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8234600541392698456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8234600541392698456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8234600541392698456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/12/lumina-difuza-pereti-conturati-in-mov.html' title=''/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/R1XKPErTdaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YIwMDjRMFnQ/s72-c/lighting_the_way_by_starlit26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-386694610135160140</id><published>2007-12-04T00:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:53:57.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost.... Sf Andrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mda.. a cam fost Sf Andrei insa eu abia de curand m-am trezit din amorteala. Da, din amorteala si nu din mahmureala (sic!).&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa le urez pe aceasta cale La multi ani tuturor celor cu numele de Andrei, ci doar unor persoane pe care le cunosc, direct sau indirect si care imi sunt dragi.&lt;br /&gt;Acele persoane vor stii, caci sunt putine: un fost coleg de scoala, o prietena din copilarie, o colega de grupa si fratiorul (de fapt, nepotul) unei alte colege de grupa pe care am ajuns sa-l indragesc ca pe fratele meu din spusele ei si din cele vreo 2 scurte intalniri.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, La Multi Ani celor doua Andree si celor doi Andrei care imi sunt dragi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-386694610135160140?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/386694610135160140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=386694610135160140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/386694610135160140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/386694610135160140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/12/fost-sf-andrei.html' title='A fost.... Sf Andrei'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1405350138691812035</id><published>2007-12-04T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:39:45.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeux  d'enfants</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kxzuYKVv68&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kxzuYKVv68&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                Une vie entière pour se dire " Je t'aime"...&lt;br /&gt;         Quatre-vingt ans pour démarrer une histoire d'amour...&lt;br /&gt;                    Et tout ça à cause d'un jeu...&lt;br /&gt;     Ou peut être grâce à un jeu. Ils ont défini les régles du jeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ils en sont, pour le restant de leur vies, les arbitres... et souvent; les victimes.&lt;br /&gt;                        "Cap ou pas cap?"&lt;br /&gt;                         "Cap! Bien sûr!"&lt;br /&gt;     Ils sont cap de tout: du meilleur comme du pire. Bafouer tous les tabous défier tout les interdits, braver toutes les autorités, rire, se faire mal..          &lt;br /&gt;       Cap de tout!... sauf peut être de s'avouer qu'ils s'aiment.&lt;br /&gt;     Ce jeu commence avec un pari innocent: un pari afin d'oublier que maman                       est gravement malade... afin d'oublier quand toute la classe te traite de sale polak.           &lt;br /&gt;     Et quelques paris plus tard, le jeu devient ce qu'il y a de plus beau, de plus fort dans la vie des deux enfants.&lt;br /&gt;                         Ils se jouent,&lt;br /&gt;                         ils s'aiment...&lt;br /&gt;                       le jeu,de l'amour...&lt;br /&gt;                         l'amour,le jeu:&lt;br /&gt;       finalement c'est tellement plus simple d'être ami.&lt;br /&gt;  Et ainsi la vie passe, le jeu reste, de plus en plus intense, comme la passion... et chaque fois qu'ils se répondent "cap!", ils se disent&lt;br /&gt;                 "je t'aime plus que ma propre vie":&lt;br /&gt;                     "Plus que ma propre vie?"&lt;br /&gt;                               "Cap!"&lt;br /&gt;          C'est une histoire de l'amour qui reste aprés le mort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alors, dite-moi... Que'est ce que tu me va réponder à cette question:" Volonté vous m'aimez jusqu'à la fin du temps?"&lt;br /&gt;                           Cap? Ou pas cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1405350138691812035?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1405350138691812035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1405350138691812035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1405350138691812035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1405350138691812035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeux-denfants_04.html' title='Jeux  d&apos;enfants'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-52310470143680160</id><published>2007-12-03T17:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:01:38.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zece</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ0rUCMnIn8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ0rUCMnIn8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-52310470143680160?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/52310470143680160/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=52310470143680160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/52310470143680160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/52310470143680160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/12/zece.html' title='Zece'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8087486446588234217</id><published>2007-11-02T03:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:52:12.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqHV69vNgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yQYNmMQObp8/s1600-h/sand_sculpture_Tig_by_tigrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqHV69vNgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yQYNmMQObp8/s320/sand_sculpture_Tig_by_tigrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128059936389936642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai stii cand construiam castele de nisip?&lt;br /&gt;ce intr-o clipa doar, fugeau din nou spre stele?&lt;br /&gt;Mai stii cand umbrele erau de neatins&lt;br /&gt;si vocea din priviri ma fulgera..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petale de lumina-mi cad si-acum pe gene,&lt;br /&gt;Iar porti de chihlimbar tusesc pe chipul somnoros.&lt;br /&gt;Copii, ghinde, castane si visare.&lt;br /&gt;Si buturugi batrane privind mereu in zare.&lt;br /&gt;Un soare fara griji,&lt;br /&gt;iubire fara teama&lt;br /&gt;si varsta inocentei in pulberea de stele, cand construiam castele de nisip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8087486446588234217?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8087486446588234217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8087486446588234217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8087486446588234217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8087486446588234217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/11/film.html' title='Film'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqHV69vNgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yQYNmMQObp8/s72-c/sand_sculpture_Tig_by_tigrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2616908103943143915</id><published>2007-10-07T14:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:52:53.935+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aroma vremurilor bune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqC1a9vNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mFMsbCx7YHI/s1600-h/__love___by_luminatii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqC1a9vNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mFMsbCx7YHI/s320/__love___by_luminatii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128054979997677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clatite cu ciocolata si inghetata de lamaie.. Un gust al iubirii trecute si al intensitatii pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;De ce iubim? pentru ca putem, pentru ca nu putem?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vrem sa daruim tot si sa primim tot. Cand se intampla asta, o parte din noi devine intregul din omul care la inceput era doua suflete pereche. Cand asta nu se intampla, ne gandim ca sufletele pereche, desi sunt facute sa fie un tot unitar, se despart pentru ca nu pot trai impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;Nu suntem fauriti sa putem trai o fericire vesnica sau una absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem facuti pentru a cunoaste fericirea. La un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;utem fi fericiti doar daca stim ca la un moment dat va veni nefericirea. Orice invat trebuie sa aiba dezvat asa cum orice virus e bine sa-si aiba antidotul.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea e un virus. Antidotul e distantarea.  Odata ce virusul patrunde in corp, chiar daca e distrus, el ramane latent.. pana ce alti factori, mai puternici, vin sa-l invie.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, ai senzatia ca o clipa dureaza toata viata. Acea clipa vine rar. Inseamna ca avem multe vieti ingropate in vesnicie.&lt;br /&gt;Odata ce ai muscat din mar, ii cunosti gustul. Odata ce gusti iubirea, stii ca ea intrece distanta si timpul. Stii ca ea dureaza nu o clipa, nici o viata, ci o vesnicie.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand iubesti si iubirea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2616908103943143915?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2616908103943143915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2616908103943143915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2616908103943143915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2616908103943143915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/10/aroma-vremurilor-bune.html' title='Aroma vremurilor bune'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RyqC1a9vNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mFMsbCx7YHI/s72-c/__love___by_luminatii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-9009519291350594039</id><published>2007-09-25T14:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:53:25.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rvj8VRZiqHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p3XuS-Dkeo4/s1600-h/coffee_by_SuzyTheButcher.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114114819257182322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rvj8VRZiqHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p3XuS-Dkeo4/s320/coffee_by_SuzyTheButcher.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devin dependenta de cafea. Nu de cafea, ci de mirosul vechi si amar ce ma trezeste, mai nou, dimineata. Miroase a soare, a caldura, a iarba incinsa si a liniste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mai ales a liniste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un gugustiuc galagios din fata geamului se uita gales catre mine si tace.. cred ca a inteles si el ca linistea e cel ami de pret lucru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ramas asa, in bataia soarelui, cu zambetul incremenit pe fata mult prea mica pentru un glas asa de puternic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si ceasul parca se sfieste sa sune.. L-am pacalit si de aceasta data. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pacat ca nu pot pacali insa si timpul, si linistea.. sau lipsa lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-9009519291350594039?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/9009519291350594039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=9009519291350594039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9009519291350594039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9009519291350594039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/09/cafea.html' title='Cafea'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rvj8VRZiqHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p3XuS-Dkeo4/s72-c/coffee_by_SuzyTheButcher.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3275161594502006322</id><published>2007-09-07T15:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:04:28.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FJSC-Sefia de an</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi fac si eu datoria de membru ASJC si trec la lucrur mai serioase: sefia de an(II).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Dragi studenti ai anului II la FJSC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pentru a va depune candidatura la sefia anului II FJSC sunteti rugati sa trimiteti un mail la adresa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;asjc.bucuresti@ &lt;a href="http://yahoo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, in al carui subiect sa scrieti "candidat sef an II - numele".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Va mai rugam sa ne spuneti cateva vorbe despre voi si sa atasati si o fotografie. In primele doua saptamani de la inceperea anului universitar veti putea face campanie electorala, urmand ca in a treia saptamana sa se organizeze alegerile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pentru cei care vor sa ajute la organizarea alegerilor (cu conditia de a nu candida), va rugam sa trimiteti un mail la aceeasi adresa cu subiectul "ajutor organizare alegeri - numele".Va multumim si abia asteptam sa va ajutam la organizarea unei noi ture de alegeri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Denisa Nica, vice-presedinte ASJC"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3275161594502006322?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3275161594502006322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3275161594502006322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3275161594502006322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3275161594502006322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/09/fjsc-sefia-de.html' title='FJSC-Sefia de an'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4037365857744087388</id><published>2007-08-29T20:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:45:09.951+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxette - Spending my Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QrD1hjjex5Y' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QrD1hjjex5Y'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends keep telling me : hey, life will go on...! but.. I'm spending my time watching the sun go down...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4037365857744087388?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4037365857744087388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4037365857744087388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4037365857744087388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4037365857744087388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/08/roxette-spending-my-time.html' title='Roxette - Spending my Time'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3417727475861462966</id><published>2007-08-09T19:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:54:41.387+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vis de copil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RrtAK6-Y6AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OQObfLsi4h0/s1600-h/REd+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096737959673653250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RrtAK6-Y6AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OQObfLsi4h0/s320/REd+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Au trecut ani, si viata s-a schimbat"... Imi doresc sa mai fiu copil, sa alerg desculta pe Acel asfalt incins de langa casa bunicii fara griji si fara sa ma intreb daca maine va fi mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Acum suntem oameni mari.. au aparut responsabilitati si mai putem da timpul inapoi doar pentru o fractiune de secunda cand ochii sunt inchisi si gandul departe in amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa gasesc un targ de unde sa pot cumpara o esenta a copilariei, cateva picaturi de sentimente jucause si un strop de fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma plimb cu un tramvai fantoma, sa construiesc cazemate din suvoaie de mercur si sa rostogolesc un zambet senin pe chipul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau ca ultimul vis sa se intoarca.. de preferinta intr-un ambalaj nedeteriorat, cum s-a intors cel dinaintea lui. Si sa miroasa a cel mai frumos rosu trandafir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;foto:www.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3417727475861462966?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3417727475861462966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3417727475861462966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3417727475861462966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3417727475861462966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/08/vis-de-copil.html' title='Vis de copil'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RrtAK6-Y6AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OQObfLsi4h0/s72-c/REd+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2961541585213810429</id><published>2007-08-09T18:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:38:20.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rrs046-Y5_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xGc9peQurMA/s1600-h/teo+smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rrs046-Y5_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xGc9peQurMA/s320/teo+smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725555808102386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am revenit-partial, dupa ceva timp. Spun partial pentru ca in curand imi voi mai lua o pauza(doar pauzele lungi si dese sunt cheia marilor succese, nu?  ``de-ar avea toate succesele aceeasi cheie, boieri am fi!``).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut intre timp? Multe si nimic. Dar cel mai important e ca ieri am facut 21 de ani - iar asta nici macar nu e meritul meu ci al unor parinti cam grabiti la acea vreme :D dar macar s-au grabit cu folos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreaba lumea sum ma simt la 21 de ani proaspat impliniti... ma simt tot eu.. sa stiti ca nu sunt alta. Sunt cu o zi mai batrana decat atunci cand aveam 20 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt insa mai trista, mai singura, mai inchisa-n mine... imi plac scoicile si le-am cam luat modelul: incep sa-mi construiesc o "carapace" unde sa fiu doar eu cu mine(si cu marea) si unde sa nu mai poata intra nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;Daca e bine sau e rau voi vedea cand ma voi hoatari sa ies din ea.. pana atunci, insa, o sa ma deconectez de iuresul continuu in care alerg de ceva vreme.. de nebunia din aer, din apa si din sange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc un petec de nisip, o fasie de mare si un colt de cer... si cum ele nu pot veni la mine, le voi face eu o vizita in curand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi regasi acolo zambetul pe care l-am imprumutat unui strain candva...? Voi regasi acolo linistea? Nu stiu, dar macar voi incerca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2961541585213810429?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2961541585213810429/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2961541585213810429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2961541585213810429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2961541585213810429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/08/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rrs046-Y5_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xGc9peQurMA/s72-c/teo+smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5033183972769456969</id><published>2007-07-20T21:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:57:35.602+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicatricea de pe umarul Tau drept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RqEFcA73ciI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4j-LCmeXYU8/s1600-h/trainrails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RqEFcA73ciI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4j-LCmeXYU8/s320/trainrails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089355032750944802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ca un condor domesticit dragostea noastra n-a mai stiut sa zboare ne-am trezit din betie goi urati meschini disecati fara anestezie radacinile arborilor de cacao de cafea de cauciuc si-ale celorlalti arbori din lume hohoteau in pamant dispretuitor ti-ai aprins a sasea tigara din seara aceea scoteai fum pe nari (...) eu fugeam cu nepasarea pitita prin toate buzunarele mintii ne-am spus cateva cuvinte de maturitate albe false doar de dragul de a parea niste oameni rationali in urma mea insa scrumiera s-a zdrobit de usa si-am auzit un urlet prelung ingrozitor soseaua uda arata bine pe fundalul gandurilor mele o masina grasa verde ca o broasca arunca in bataia becurilor mii de diamante radacini nu aveam pluteam din nou in deriva " lumea e mai mult decat poti tu ghici" mi-am spus precum poetul american arthur sze si-am zambit trist cu gandul la cicatricea de pe umraul tau drept cerul stors palid ca un obraz de inecat imi arunca in spate cutite de  gheata masini grabite sfaraiau pe soseaua uda copaci de taciune se-naltau melancolici si-si frangeau crengile goale de norii de carpa lumea era un clopot de catedrala eu limba din el si cineva un demiur diabolicil tot tragea aiurea "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciprian Macesaru - Cantecul greierilor de sub calea ferata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ce? Pentru ca aceeasi invalmaseala de ganduri staruie si in mintea mea, pentru ca nici dragostea noastra n-a mai stiut sa zboare, pentru ca deriva e in noi toti sau noi suntem mereu in deriva, pentru ca intr-adevar Lumea E Mai Mult Decat Poti Tu Ghici, pentru ca demiurgii sunt mereu acolo cand nu trebuie, pentru ca gandul la 'cicatricea de pe umarul tau drept' reapare in minte dupa fiece alt gand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5033183972769456969?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5033183972769456969/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5033183972769456969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5033183972769456969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5033183972769456969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/07/cicatricea-de-pe-umarul-tau-drept.html' title='Cicatricea de pe umarul Tau drept'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RqEFcA73ciI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4j-LCmeXYU8/s72-c/trainrails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2262327479517389511</id><published>2007-07-11T17:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:37:00.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarutul florilor de mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RpTqS66xIwI/AAAAAAAAADs/8Wu7eE8EWmM/s1600-h/P1020077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RpTqS66xIwI/AAAAAAAAADs/8Wu7eE8EWmM/s320/P1020077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085947489982423810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caldura mormantala din vremi de mult apuse ti-aduce-n gene somnul... Si vis plapand te-ncearca.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vine. Nici nu pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;Ramai nebun. De tine si de mine. De amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa aprindem flacari ce-n timp duios au sa se stinga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2262327479517389511?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2262327479517389511/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2262327479517389511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2262327479517389511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2262327479517389511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/07/caldura-mormantala-din-vremi-de-mult.html' title='Sarutul florilor de mai'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RpTqS66xIwI/AAAAAAAAADs/8Wu7eE8EWmM/s72-c/P1020077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3289701848683368987</id><published>2007-07-05T13:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:29:44.122+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagaj Sentimental...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Ro_Csq6xIvI/AAAAAAAAADk/uyUVhKoiMg4/s1600-h/Autimn_is_Coming_Again____by_Le_Belle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Ro_Csq6xIvI/AAAAAAAAADk/uyUVhKoiMg4/s320/Autimn_is_Coming_Again____by_Le_Belle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084496577015390962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O geanta mare.. si una mica; valize pline de nimicuri, de lucruri mici . Azi. Maine vor putea fi lucruri mari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesc in gol la ele, prin ele. Si e-ntuneric.. Ganduri naprasnice danseaza bezmetic in jurul lor.. sa fie Ielele..? Sau Zburatori..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ferecat in cufere emotii, sentimente si puternice trairi... carora nu le voi mai da drumul in veci. Voi fauri altele noi, mai multe, mai frumoase, mai linistitoare si mai intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deschide ochii inainte sa-ti deschizi inima..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3289701848683368987?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3289701848683368987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3289701848683368987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3289701848683368987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3289701848683368987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/07/bagaj-sentimental.html' title='Bagaj Sentimental...'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Ro_Csq6xIvI/AAAAAAAAADk/uyUVhKoiMg4/s72-c/Autimn_is_Coming_Again____by_Le_Belle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-555187502220555309</id><published>2007-07-01T06:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:47:49.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoccQK6xIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xyb2jukxYI8/s1600-h/Invincible_by_isacg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoccQK6xIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xyb2jukxYI8/s320/Invincible_by_isacg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082061768645223138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarutul florilor de septembrie imi umple visul cu galben pal...&lt;br /&gt;Ranjesc a libertate nemultumite ganduri negre&lt;br /&gt;Iar puntea catre lume tocmai s-a sfaramat;&lt;br /&gt;O gura muta imi sopteste resturi de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Aici, Aievea.&lt;br /&gt;Ce vis! Ce ravasit hoinar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-555187502220555309?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/555187502220555309/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=555187502220555309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/555187502220555309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/555187502220555309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/07/puls.html' title='Puls'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoccQK6xIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xyb2jukxYI8/s72-c/Invincible_by_isacg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5981271543112893066</id><published>2007-06-29T20:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:45:02.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intens?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoVEeq6xItI/AAAAAAAAADU/T-ZKor0_uTA/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoVEeq6xItI/AAAAAAAAADU/T-ZKor0_uTA/s320/orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081543048265016018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vreau sa ma pierd in nebunia de miresme ce-mbalsamate-ti sunt in trup&lt;br /&gt;Si-apoi sa-mi aflu existenta in adierea verdelui tau crud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5981271543112893066?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5981271543112893066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5981271543112893066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5981271543112893066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5981271543112893066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/intens.html' title='Intens?!'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoVEeq6xItI/AAAAAAAAADU/T-ZKor0_uTA/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1201681269073962308</id><published>2007-06-27T21:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:25:02.019+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti, frumoase carti..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am primit un nou tag.. De la &lt;a href="http://www.inggrids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noni&lt;/a&gt;, de data aceasta. Suna cam asa: transcrie primul paragraf de la pagina 111 din cea mai apropiata carte.&lt;br /&gt;Cum in cartea care mi-e mie draga la pag 111 este un dialog, o sa transcriu un alt paragraf... de la pag 185:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cuvantul acesta e frumos, e un cuvant foarte frumos... Si cuprinde foarte multe lucruri...De aceea imi place, si-l intrebuintez des... Exista un sigur debut fertil in viata: Experienta huliganica. Sa nu respecti nimic, sa nu crezi decat in tine, in tineretea ta, in biologia ta daca vrei... Cine nu debuteaza asa, fata de el insusi sau fata de lume-nu va crea nimic, va ramane sterp, timorat, coplesit de adevaruri. Sa poti uita adevarurile, sa ai atata viata in tine incat adevarurile sa nu te poata patrunde, nici intimida - iata vocatia de a fi huligan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probabil ca v-ati dat deja seama ca e vorba de "Huliganii", carte scrisa de Mircea Eliade.&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi place pasajul asta? Pentru ca ma regasesc in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma regasesc pe mine, la toate varstele, cu acelasi nonconformism pe care il au si personajele creionate de Eliade.&lt;br /&gt;Singura diferenta e ca pentru mine prietenii si familia inseamna infinit mai mult decat pentru cei din lumea cartii.&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi mai place?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tinerii vor sa scape de tabuurile societatii desuete si sa-si gaseasca un fel de a fi care sa-i exprime.. iar Eliade a gasit "solutia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca in fiecare dintre noi exista, pana la urma, un huligan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trimit leapsa mai departe la&lt;a href="http://www.roxanik.wordpress.com/"&gt; Roxanik&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.iulias.wordpress.com/"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt;. Il adaug in lista taguitilor si pe &lt;a href="http://jurnalul.wordpress.com/"&gt;Laurentiu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1201681269073962308?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1201681269073962308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1201681269073962308&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1201681269073962308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1201681269073962308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-primit-un-nou-tag.html' title='Carti, frumoase carti..!'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-9073371334479904097</id><published>2007-06-26T21:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:22:22.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploaie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoFXBfImcTI/AAAAAAAAADM/9mcA4OTGQW4/s1600-h/Red_Poppy_by_Crossie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoFXBfImcTI/AAAAAAAAADM/9mcA4OTGQW4/s320/Red_Poppy_by_Crossie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080437537699688754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanjesc dupa racoarea picaturilor de ploaie si dupa mangaierea lor de catifea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia e Departarea, Apusul si Rasaritul..&lt;br /&gt;E totul... si totusi nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ascultat vreodata ploaia?&lt;br /&gt;Ai privit-o cum saruta pamantul&lt;br /&gt;si cum pamantul ii raspunde sorbindu-i picaturile..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erai pamantul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Eram ploaia ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-9073371334479904097?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/9073371334479904097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=9073371334479904097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9073371334479904097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9073371334479904097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/ploaie.html' title='Ploaie...'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RoFXBfImcTI/AAAAAAAAADM/9mcA4OTGQW4/s72-c/Red_Poppy_by_Crossie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-9091993991436320131</id><published>2007-06-22T23:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:40:56.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnwznvImcSI/AAAAAAAAADE/zU7dOoaz5vY/s1600-h/Did_You_Lose_Something__by_didokah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnwznvImcSI/AAAAAAAAADE/zU7dOoaz5vY/s320/Did_You_Lose_Something__by_didokah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078991237527531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost a part of it; it seems I could never get it back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-9091993991436320131?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/9091993991436320131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=9091993991436320131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9091993991436320131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/9091993991436320131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnwznvImcSI/AAAAAAAAADE/zU7dOoaz5vY/s72-c/Did_You_Lose_Something__by_didokah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3975305810073451957</id><published>2007-06-16T13:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:40:06.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Dor de Duca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnPIkfImcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RmTdeqJzCV8/s1600-h/baloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnPIkfImcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RmTdeqJzCV8/s320/baloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621734135099666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mai ramas un examen. Ultimul si cel mai greu.&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut un an - pe nesimtite...&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput o viata noua alaturi de oameni noi, oameni completi, oameni care mi-au devenit prieteni..&lt;br /&gt;si am lasat in urma un om care a incetat sa imi mai fie prieten;&lt;br /&gt;mai bine un prieten in minus decat unul fatarnic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Una peste alta, s-au petrecut multe schimbari in viata mea in ultimul an, schimbari care isi vor pune amprenta in timp - in bine.Printre atatea lucruri noi e loc si pentru cele deja consacrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine, la ora asta voi fi deja in drum spre casa, in drum spre alti prieteni, in drum spre alte amintiri cu miros de gutui si scortisoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa aud culorile copilariei alergand prin vant si sa ascult vocile celor dragi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3975305810073451957?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3975305810073451957/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3975305810073451957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3975305810073451957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3975305810073451957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/dor-de-duca.html' title='Dor de Duca'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RnPIkfImcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RmTdeqJzCV8/s72-c/baloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3794000570554953953</id><published>2007-06-15T14:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:40:53.053+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>For Good Old Time's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/2lk-GiNQFTU" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/2lk-GiNQFTU" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been told that some artists live in history -and the lives of other artists are history ...&lt;br /&gt;Joan Baez has no age; her songs are written down into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We both know what memories can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; They bring diamonds and rust...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3794000570554953953?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3794000570554953953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3794000570554953953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3794000570554953953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3794000570554953953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/diamonds-and-rust.html' title='For Good Old Time&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7096500966417819915</id><published>2007-06-14T13:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:41:14.102+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Urma - buy me with a coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/0FC2DUFo-l4" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/0FC2DUFo-l4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Instead of wasted gifts around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of losing all we have&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dreaming to a man you'll never have&lt;br /&gt;You'd better breathe with me and feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuvinte... Sunete.. Miros de cafea, de vremuri trecute si de Cluj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeci sau sute de voci murmurand 'You can buy with me with a coffe, I'm so cheap..' impreuna cu acelasi Mani Gutau cocotzat pe mesele de lemn din Insomnia. Si multa voie buna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting distance talk&lt;br /&gt;Instead of losing all we have&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dreaming of a man I'll never be&lt;br /&gt;You'd better breathe with me and feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7096500966417819915?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7096500966417819915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7096500966417819915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7096500966417819915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7096500966417819915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/urma-buy-me-with-coffee.html' title='Urma - buy me with a coffee'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8115978907873990464</id><published>2007-06-12T10:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:41:51.174+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Odata ca Niciodata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rm5US_ImcQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eIwZylnoKXA/s1600-h/romantic_by_SOOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rm5US_ImcQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eIwZylnoKXA/s320/romantic_by_SOOO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075086515255013634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In viata se intampla lucruri.(cat urasc expresia asta..!).&lt;br /&gt;Unele fericite, altele mai putin fericite. Uneori, ti se deschid ochii, alteori, se inchid mai rau, desi ai impresia ca s-au deschis..&lt;br /&gt;Iar cand te trezesti, e prea tarziu; tarziu sa mai simti, tarziu sa mai vrei.....&lt;br /&gt;dar mai ales tarziu sa mai crezi - in tine, in el/ea, in acel 'noi'...sau pur si simplu in ei, cei ce sunt langa tine, fara sa aiba vreo vina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durerea provocata e cumplita iar ranile sunt adanci si amare. Visele, dorintele si sperantele dintotdeauna se spulbera intr-o clipa si raman doar amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Frumoase si urate deopotriva. Dar mai mult frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca si ele incep sa doara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o vreme cand ma gandeam la tine si imi aparea zambetul pe buze. Acum, ma gandesc la tine si-mi sunt obrajii brazdati de lacrimi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine iti da dreptul sa rupi aripi carora nu tu le-ai dat viata...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o vreme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8115978907873990464?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8115978907873990464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8115978907873990464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8115978907873990464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8115978907873990464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/odata-ca-niciodata.html' title='Odata ca Niciodata...'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rm5US_ImcQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eIwZylnoKXA/s72-c/romantic_by_SOOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7011107433887720754</id><published>2007-06-10T23:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:11:43.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loterie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RmxadfImcPI/AAAAAAAAACs/-ACLbjGaaNw/s1600-h/This_Desperate_Heart_by_littlemewhatever.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RmxadfImcPI/AAAAAAAAACs/-ACLbjGaaNw/s320/This_Desperate_Heart_by_littlemewhatever.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074530342759985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nici un om din lumea asta nu merita sa versi lacrimi pentru el; iar cel care le merita, Nu te va face sa plangi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7011107433887720754?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7011107433887720754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7011107433887720754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7011107433887720754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7011107433887720754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/nici-un-om-din-lumea-asta-nu-merita-sa.html' title='Loterie..'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RmxadfImcPI/AAAAAAAAACs/-ACLbjGaaNw/s72-c/This_Desperate_Heart_by_littlemewhatever.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-45072205107415772</id><published>2007-06-10T17:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:42:33.924+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Vise. Nesfarsite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/9rue1ACodeo" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/9rue1ACodeo" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Intalnirea dintre civilizatii naste vise. Californiene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tragic atunci cand primul tau lung metraj premiat este si ultimul.. Din pacate, regizorul Cristian Nemescu nu a apucat sa-si vada filmul pe marile ecrane, murind intr-un accident de masina la numai 27 de ani. Ironia sortii este ca Nemescu a fost ucis de un psihopat britanic, iar in filmul sau el parodiaza exact modelul strainului venit in Romania, pentru care suntem de neinteles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una peste alta, filmul este unul exceptional cu o distributie pe masura. In Romania din film, toata lumea respecta legea, mai bine zis fiecare isi respecta propria lege. Lucru deloc diferit de ceea ce se intampla in realitate. Exista situatii general valabile pentru orice colt de lume, orice etnie sau varsta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Regizorul reuseste performanta unui 'Underground' romanesc, adresat ca un mesaj plurivalent celorlalte continente, dar pastrand pe alocuri spiritul mioritic in faze antologice. Opera sa 'postuma' certifica inca un adevar absolut: sfarsitul Creatorului e intotdeauna un alt inceput pentru noi, cei ramasi, ceilalti."-9AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-45072205107415772?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/45072205107415772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=45072205107415772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/45072205107415772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/45072205107415772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/california-dreamin-nesfarsit.html' title='Vise. Nesfarsite.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6355674510614378150</id><published>2007-06-10T13:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:38:45.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acolo unde timpul s-a oprit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rmv_2vImcOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wV9zxd8gxqc/s1600-h/IMG_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rmv_2vImcOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wV9zxd8gxqc/s320/IMG_1924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074430720993554658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un loc uitat. De lume, de moravurile ei mai ales, dar nu si de Dumnezeu. Acolo, oamenii sunt mai impacati cu ei insisi, cu viata deloc usoara pe care o au, cu greutatile pe care le poarta zi de zi pe umeri. Acolo, oamenii nu se plang, ci ii multumesc lui Dumnezeu pentru ca au zile multe si sanatoase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adierea calda si curata a aerului te poarta intr-o alta dimensiune temporala, unde roua miroase a crud, unde corcodusele te fac sa te strambi a copil, unde dudele lui &lt;a href="http://inggrids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noni&lt;/a&gt; chiar sunt umplute cu nostalgii.. acum am inteles si de ce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patru figuri ursuze inchise intr-o odaie cu miros de gutui pot auzi cum tacerea goneste prin gradini si cum se ascund greierii din calea ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo, te poti izbi oricand de stele..pentru ca oricand poti prinde aripi. Acolo se numeste Pietrosani si e cel mai frumos loc de sub soarele sudului....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6355674510614378150?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6355674510614378150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6355674510614378150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6355674510614378150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6355674510614378150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/06/acolo-unde-timpul-s-oprit.html' title='Acolo unde timpul s-a oprit.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rmv_2vImcOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wV9zxd8gxqc/s72-c/IMG_1924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5499450129884703884</id><published>2007-05-27T21:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:43:23.244+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>16 ani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlnRVuAsblI/AAAAAAAAACc/gZNRMqk0tHU/s1600-h/Giraffe_Cake_by_RebelInABox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlnRVuAsblI/AAAAAAAAACc/gZNRMqk0tHU/s320/Giraffe_Cake_by_RebelInABox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069313026640604754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu 16 ani in urma eram cel mai fericit copil.&lt;br /&gt;'Barza' imi adusese ceea ce imi doream de multa vreme: un fratior. Azi, el implineste 16 ani si eu sunt in continuare cea mai fericita sora mai mare. Pentru ca Matei exista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5499450129884703884?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5499450129884703884/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5499450129884703884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5499450129884703884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5499450129884703884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/16-ani.html' title='16 ani'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlnRVuAsblI/AAAAAAAAACc/gZNRMqk0tHU/s72-c/Giraffe_Cake_by_RebelInABox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6080156465582249523</id><published>2007-05-21T22:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:43:35.923+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlHt1OAsbkI/AAAAAAAAACU/diqoH5BEjYw/s1600-h/conspirator_of_pleasure_by_Anahita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlHt1OAsbkI/AAAAAAAAACU/diqoH5BEjYw/s320/conspirator_of_pleasure_by_Anahita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067092554318376514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, i just need to hide myself.. from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6080156465582249523?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6080156465582249523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6080156465582249523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6080156465582249523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6080156465582249523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-i-just-need-to-hide-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RlHt1OAsbkI/AAAAAAAAACU/diqoH5BEjYw/s72-c/conspirator_of_pleasure_by_Anahita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6878143857901622288</id><published>2007-05-18T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:44:11.629+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Aproape liniste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rk3fteAsbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/-AVSxUAfFog/s1600-h/Black_Shoes_by_petitecoeur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rk3fteAsbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/-AVSxUAfFog/s320/Black_Shoes_by_petitecoeur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065951128104758834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puzderie de umbre, lumini si caldura. Norii alearga grabiti catre nicaieri. Nicaieri se muta mereu spre un alt maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinchetul din genele tale risipeste tacerea. Si reinvie amintirea. Amintirea noptii in care stateam amandoi zgribuliti  pe plaja; tu cu tigara in mana, eu cu nisipul in vene.&lt;br /&gt;Amintirea noptii in care marea nu mai era atat de mare, caci valurile uitau sa se mai intoarca.&lt;br /&gt;Cerul aprindea lumanari, plangea si canta.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea in care m-am reindragostit de tine pentru a nu stiu cata oara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa te indragostesti e usor. Sa ramai indragostit e o adevarata arta. Crezi ca putem fi indragostiti de cineva o viata...?&lt;br /&gt;Eu zic ca da.. daca  reusim sa-l indragostim pe cineva de viata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6878143857901622288?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6878143857901622288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6878143857901622288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6878143857901622288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6878143857901622288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/aproape-liniste.html' title='Aproape liniste'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rk3fteAsbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/-AVSxUAfFog/s72-c/Black_Shoes_by_petitecoeur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7702965345731740901</id><published>2007-05-12T01:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:57:08.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Declin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iti privesc chipul somnoros si nu ma satur de imaginea asta...&lt;br /&gt;nicicand nu ma voi satura.&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul pielii tale staruie in mintea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorul de tine doare, de fiecare data.&lt;br /&gt;Exista oare leac? Si daca da, unde......?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde a fost candva un foc, cenusa intotdeauna ramane.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit sa fim o pasare Phoenix, ca sa putem renaste de fiecare data cand ne stingem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margele umede se scurg pe obraji si nu le pot opri. Nu ma asculta. Se rostogolesc la vale in betia lor.. mereu altele. Pana cand, intr-o zi, siragul se va fi terminat..&lt;br /&gt;Se va sfarsi, oare, si dorul, odata cu el....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............Erai cel mai iubit dintre pamanteni.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7702965345731740901?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7702965345731740901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7702965345731740901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7702965345731740901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7702965345731740901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/declin.html' title='Declin'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6760377170992069689</id><published>2007-05-10T10:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:45:40.811+03:00</updated><title type='text'>William Orbit - Barbers Adagio For Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/UMtmomHeXvA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/UMtmomHeXvA" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;clipul ilustreaza postul anterior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6760377170992069689?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6760377170992069689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6760377170992069689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6760377170992069689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6760377170992069689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/william-orbit-barbers-adagio-for.html' title='William Orbit - Barbers Adagio For Strings'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4357492402957631002</id><published>2007-05-06T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:31:20.989+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspectie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Timp, Viteza.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alte dimensiuni, durerea danseaza cu speranta. Impreuna dau nastere unui nou vis. Lumina si fumul sunt strigatul mut al valurilor. Dezordinea nisipului iti rastoarna monotonia. Ti-ai dorit ca in loc de unul, sa fii doi. Acum esti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii si urechile tale sunt tot mai lipsite de simturi. Cu toate astea, mirosul pamantului abia udat de ploaie iti gadila narile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genunea in care te-ai afundat iti reduce amintirile si emotiile la culori si nu iti mai recunoaste existenta. te trimite spre taramul uitarii. Al uitarii si al visului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uiti nicicand ca visele pot deveni realitate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4357492402957631002?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4357492402957631002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4357492402957631002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4357492402957631002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4357492402957631002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/introspectie.html' title='Introspectie.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-539978949555335601</id><published>2007-05-06T11:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:55:34.751+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Respiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am revenit dupa o lunga pauza... din motive tehnice. In noua mea casa, netul inca nu si-a facut aparitia, asa ca pana voi avea net posturile mele vor fi cam scumpe la vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promit ca imi voi lua revansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-539978949555335601?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/539978949555335601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=539978949555335601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/539978949555335601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/539978949555335601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/05/respiro.html' title='Respiro'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8051402083950577807</id><published>2007-04-30T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:27:17.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>uNU MAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjZe8uTKzQI/AAAAAAAAACE/T2LJCMNrJTA/s1600-h/P1000550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjZe8uTKzQI/AAAAAAAAACE/T2LJCMNrJTA/s200/P1000550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059335628710923522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Mai... Minivacanta, Prieteni,Vama Veche, Chitara, Cort, Foc, Nisip, Maaaareee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam astea sunt imgredientele pentru singura licoare capabila sa ma scoata din amorteala. Se pare, insa, ca voi bea doar ceai.. cu multa lamaie, pentru ca -surprise- inca sunt racita. Si tot in amorteala voi ramane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi doream sa merg la mare, sa stau tolanita pe plaja, sa mi se joace vantul prin par si eu sa ma joc cu gandurile. Se pare ca ma voi juca doar cu nervii mei, atatia cati mai sunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi fost bine si la munte. Acolo, potecile ar fi schitat harta catre uitare. Probabail ca inca nu trebuie sa uit, din moment ce nici la munte nu ajung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uNu Mai voi sta acasa. In noua mea casa, care de fapt nici nu e a mea. Si ma voi simti bine. Voi fi si la mare si la munte, totdata. Pretutindeni si nicaieri.&lt;br /&gt;Si va incepe un nou episod. uNu Mai Bun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8051402083950577807?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8051402083950577807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8051402083950577807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8051402083950577807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8051402083950577807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/unu-mai.html' title='uNU MAI'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjZe8uTKzQI/AAAAAAAAACE/T2LJCMNrJTA/s72-c/P1000550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4065439038368394170</id><published>2007-04-29T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:04:39.327+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De d'aia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjPE1eTKzPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WRF71ejrUYI/s1600-h/jacck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjPE1eTKzPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WRF71ejrUYI/s320/jacck.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058603229412773106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cred ca am un blocaj cerebral. O fi primavaro-vara asta de vina... sau poate ca nu. Cert e ca mintea mea refuza sa mai gandeasca... sau gandeste exact ce nu ar trebui. A trecut ceva vreme de cand nu am mai postat nimic pe blog.. Ma intrebati de ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ma tot mut de ceva vreme(prietenii stiu de ce/cum) :D;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vremea e prea frumoasa si ma cam trage de maneca sa imi plimb mintea la aer(nu chiar curat, ca deh, e Bucuresti);&lt;br /&gt;3.  Se mai intampla din cand in cand sa am cate o idee desteapta, dar inevitabil, o uit... :P;&lt;br /&gt;4. Vine, totusi, sesiunea, si incerc sa ma conving ca e timpul sa fac mai mult decat sa pun mana pe carte si sa ma uit la ea.&lt;br /&gt;5. Un vechi prieten e in vizita la mine si imi ocupa mai tot timpul(e vb de aparatul foto..);&lt;br /&gt;6. M-am cam saturat de huruitul cooler-ului atunci cand procesorul se incalzeste prea tare pentru ca fix deasupra lui e sursa... ;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunetul stiloului scartaind pe hartia moale e mai placut decat pic-pac-ul tastelor;&lt;br /&gt;In cele din urma, dar nu in ultimul rand,&lt;br /&gt;8. De d'aia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4065439038368394170?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4065439038368394170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4065439038368394170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4065439038368394170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4065439038368394170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-daia.html' title='De d&apos;aia'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RjPE1eTKzPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WRF71ejrUYI/s72-c/jacck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1704252541999049880</id><published>2007-04-25T17:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:05:51.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi ar trebui sa ma simt fericita. Imi merge bine pe toate planurile, dupa mult timp. Si sunt, intr-o oarecare masura... fericita... cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca ceva s-a intamplat. A inceput sa cante Pink Floyd-wish you were here.. si brusc am picat intr-un mare butoi cu melancolie. Pentru ca simt la fel.. as fi vrut sa fii Acum, aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1704252541999049880?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1704252541999049880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1704252541999049880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1704252541999049880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1704252541999049880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7702929839232957852</id><published>2007-04-19T19:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:55:52.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CanCan Politic. ParereaMeaSiAtat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ziceam inainte vreme ca acesta nu e un blog despre politica sau despre alte bazaconii de genul asta, ci unul despre mine si-ale mele incurcate firi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Astazi, insa, o sa scriu despre ce se intampla in politica (mult prea) iubitei noastre Romanii. De ce? Pentru ca ma minunez, ma indignez si ma distrez. Nu neaparat in aceasta ordine. Traim intr-o tara de-a dreptul fantastica. Azi presedintele cu premierul sunt buni prieteni, fac aliante, maine, in schimb, incepe joaca de-a " daca tu poti, eu pot mai tare". Cum vine asta? Simplu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A zis cineva ceva de-un biletel???parca l-am vazut..era galben.&lt;br /&gt;- Ba l-am vazut eu, era roz...&lt;br /&gt;/ Cum dom'le, da' se poate asa ceva? traim intr-o tara serioasa..-era albastru!&lt;br /&gt;     Si tot asa....&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fie setul complet ne mai jucam si de-a cine arata primul biletelul ca deh... daca il arat eu.. tu zici ca e falsificat.. nu-l recunosti.. daca-l arati tu.. zic eu ca nu e bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fratilor... oamenii astia ne conduc tara! cum nu le convine ceva, in loc sa incerce sa schimbe sau macar sa-si bata capul, isi iau jucariile si pleaca.. isi fac platforma, mai nou. Bravo lor! Macar au curajul sa plece si sa spuna lucrurilor pe nume, fata de altii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altii (a se citi Tariceanu) se indoaie dupa cum bate vantul... azi isi dau demisia... peste o saptamana viseaza urat si gata.. isi retrag spusele... Oare unii oameni, pe umerii carora intamplator sau nu, sta conducerea tarii, or sa inteleaga vreodata ca lumea asteapta ceva de la ei? Ca de aia au fost alesi? Daca nu aveam asteptari.. ii luam si noi pe nea' Sandel si pe nea' Mitica din spatele blocului de unde joaca ei table si despica firu-n patru si-i puneam la conducerea tarii. Ca la fel ar fi fost. sau poate mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai exista oameni cu coloana vertebrala in politica romaneasca? Raspunsul este da... dar cati si-o mai pastreaza? Aici se-mpute treaba.. Cum e detectata o persoana ca se tine bine pe picioare, cum e trimisa o alta care sa loveasca incet, dar sigur, pana cea dintai cade. Acesta este modelul la noi. "Vrei sa dovedesti ca poti face ceva? Lasa ca-ti arat eu tie..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai spuneau unii ca romanu-si pierde umorul... Da' de unde?? Nu vedeti ce circ e pe scena politica? De zile mari inca... Radem si ne distram si la urma tot noi plangem si aruncam cu noroi in altii ca n-au facut si n-au dres. Am ajuns Bufonul Europei.. si din rolul asta multa vreme n-o sa iesim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au iesit oamenii in strada pentru Basescu.. ok. Foarte bine. dar cine sunt cei care au iesit in strada...? Sunt,probabil, aceiasi oameni care in '89 strigau 'Ceausescu reales la al14lea congres"(aveam doar 3 ani jumate pe-atunci, dar imi amintesc destul d bine), aceiasi care strigau "Libertate" la revolutie.. aceiasi care il adulau pe Iliescu, pe Constantinescu si acum pe Basescu. Cu mentiunea ca de data asta au ales mai bine de partea cui sa fie. Parerea mea. Problema e ca atunci cand va face Basescu o prostie, cat de mica... tot ei vor fi cei care vor striga "Jos Basescu". Sper sa nu ajungem acea zi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basescu e presedintele pe care noi singuri ni l-am ales. Basescu e presedintele pe care Parlamentul l-a suspendat, trecand peste avizul negativ al Curtii Constitutionale... Basescu va fi, probabil, si presedintele pe care romanii il vor vota la viitoarele alegeri. Atunci sa vezi comedie... Cate biletele scoase la iveala degeaba, cate injurii si acuze aruncate asupra lui.. si tot Basescu va lua fatza PSD-ului... . Nu spun ca Base e minunatul, extraordinarul, prea corectul presedinte, dar, oameni buni.. dintre multe rele, o alegi pe cea mai putin rea. Asta in cazul in care parlamentarii nostri, iubitii nostri parlamentari nu doresc sa avem un Vadim sau un Becali la conducere. Pana atunci, tara asta va avea inca ceva de oferit.. dar daca asta (Doamne fereste) se va intampla... probabail ca multa lume va pleca in tarile calde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postul acesta este unul cat se poate de subiectiv, nu se vrea a fi un soi de 'editorial'.  e ParereaMeaSiAtat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7702929839232957852?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7702929839232957852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7702929839232957852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7702929839232957852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7702929839232957852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/cancan-politic-parereameasiatat.html' title='CanCan Politic. ParereaMeaSiAtat.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6123380380197054707</id><published>2007-04-17T18:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:29:01.642+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintiri si dorinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RiTtIUkVFII/AAAAAAAAABc/7wl-LwUtuy0/s1600-h/eu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RiTtIUkVFII/AAAAAAAAABc/7wl-LwUtuy0/s320/eu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054425409032361090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinitul era cuprins in mainile tale..&lt;br /&gt;In ochii tai, nimicnicia vietii se transforma in bucuria de a trai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul de scortisoara si aburii din ceaiul verde de pe masuta de pal staruie in mintea mea si iti invie imaginea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua trupuri somnoroase in lumina calda a soarelui de dimineata. Ale noastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc si totdata te urasc. Dar mai mult te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te astept sa fii din nou cel care ai fost................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6123380380197054707?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6123380380197054707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6123380380197054707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6123380380197054707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6123380380197054707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/infinitul-era-cuprins-in-mainile-tale.html' title='Amintiri si dorinte'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/RiTtIUkVFII/AAAAAAAAABc/7wl-LwUtuy0/s72-c/eu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6627100108289450380</id><published>2007-04-05T10:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:21:42.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lucruri care imi lipsesc</title><content type='html'>Am fost taguita. Again. De Noni. 5 lucruri care imi lipsesc.. uneori, am impresia ca sunt mai mult de 5, alteori, ca nici 2 nu-s.. Cat despre celelalte tag-uri.. le voi onora, probabil, dupa vacanta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Familia... fizic imi lipsesc, pentru ca de altfel sunt alaturi d mine.. doar ca simt nevoia sa fiu langa ei, mi-e dor de ei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Linistea interioara... pe care am pierdut-o de ceva timp, m-am chinuit s-o regasesc si inca ma chinui... dar, cum sunt o optimista incurabila(desi mai cad si eu in butoiul cu melancolie) sper sa o regasesc cat de curand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eu. Imi lipsesc eu, mie.. sper sa intelegeti cum vine asta.. se leaga intr-o oarecare masura de acea liniste de care va vorbeam mai devreme... Undeva, pe drum, mi-am pierdut o parte din mine. Dar o voi recupera. Mai curand decat credeti(sic!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Dansul. Am renuntat la dans dupa multi ani... vreo 13 la numar. Proabail ca voi relua. Si imi lipseste si un job. Un job care sa ma tina mai mult timp  ocupata, care sa nu ma lase sa respir, si care sa ma faca sa ma simt mai alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Hm.. don't laugh.. in momentul de fata imi lipseste si o tigara..- vorbesc de parca as fuma de-o viata; nu, nu fumez decat de putin timp... dar simt nevoia unei tigari...-asta se va rezolva curand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum lista celor carora le puteam da tagul au cam epuizat-0 Noni si Krossfire, dau tagul mai departe cui vrea sa-l ia... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6627100108289450380?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6627100108289450380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6627100108289450380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6627100108289450380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6627100108289450380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-lucruri-care-imi-lipsesc.html' title='5 lucruri care imi lipsesc'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7933493513780051483</id><published>2007-03-31T22:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:02:53.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been looking into the past for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg6wDqombeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rk5BaEFGnZA/s1600-h/windows1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg6wDqombeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rk5BaEFGnZA/s320/windows1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048165809359580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the time to move on&lt;br /&gt;and to see a brighter side of the world..&lt;br /&gt;a window into the future is now wide open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7933493513780051483?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7933493513780051483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7933493513780051483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7933493513780051483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7933493513780051483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-looking-into-past-for-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg6wDqombeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rk5BaEFGnZA/s72-c/windows1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2384592757940333678</id><published>2007-03-30T20:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:53:42.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OeaombcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EgecAkpDOzM/s1600-h/bomb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OeaombcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EgecAkpDOzM/s320/bomb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777041804848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when u'r sad.. these would help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OaqombbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c33Vx5b6N8Y/s1600-h/bomb+smarties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OaqombbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c33Vx5b6N8Y/s320/bomb+smarties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776977380339122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OVqombaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/th9Frb9ORck/s1600-h/bomboane+multeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OVqombaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/th9Frb9ORck/s320/bomboane+multeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776891480993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have one right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2384592757940333678?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2384592757940333678/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2384592757940333678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2384592757940333678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2384592757940333678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-ur-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rg1OeaombcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EgecAkpDOzM/s72-c/bomb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5938889039464129229</id><published>2007-03-18T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:22:18.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME - MAMA CASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore tree&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on, dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cantec grozav...mie mi-l canta in culori, in imagini si in amintiri. Ma retrag in visele copilariei si ma las calauzita de Mama Cass. Incercati. Merita. Somn usor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5938889039464129229?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5938889039464129229/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5938889039464129229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5938889039464129229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5938889039464129229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-little-dream-of-me-mama-cass.html' title=''/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-6277412085067232953</id><published>2007-03-13T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:06:05.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilete fara vise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La radio.. vreau sa ajung la radio, sa stie-o tara intreaga cine-s eu cu-adevaraaat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traim intr-o comunitate cu mii de vise sfaramate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si voi aveti vise sfaramate? eu am.. aproape toate. Mai putin doua. care inca mai au timp sa se implineasca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuand in aceeasi nota trista din posturile trecute.. daca lucrurile vor merge ca si pana acum... si cele 2 vise ramase  se vor sfarama. si-atunci voi putea avea altele.. dar nu voi mai avea. Pentru ca voi stii ca se va intampla la fel si cu ele :(. am intrat de ceva vreme intr-o pasa proasta, intr-un imens butoi cu melancolie. Corabiile care altadata goneau in vant acum mi se scufunda. Pacat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sunt Eu. Nu mai sunt Noi. Nu mai sunt nimic. sau sunt... nimic? sau poate nu. Cel oputin asa sper. Sper sa imi adun intr-o zi fortele si s-o iau de la capat. De data asta, altfel. de fiecare data altfel. sa merg in toate locurile insirate pe reclama De la metrou din Unirea.&lt;br /&gt;Londra  167 euro dus..&lt;br /&gt;Larnaca 244 euro&lt;br /&gt;Mexico city 437 euro..&lt;br /&gt;Johannesburg 542 euro..&lt;br /&gt;si altele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau bilete numai dus. Fara escala. Biletul dus spre un viitor frumos are pret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-6277412085067232953?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/6277412085067232953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=6277412085067232953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6277412085067232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/6277412085067232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/bilete-fara-vise.html' title='Bilete fara vise.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-4665085690622522692</id><published>2007-03-12T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:17:08.722+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5A36BB17.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7B14E298.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57EDBD35.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-CB873F5.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2F50C3FA.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7D3E11DD.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=193924-7928&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=193924-7928&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit si eu de curand chestia asta...  Imagini - Visual DNA.. interesant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegi dintr-o lista mai multe imagini.. care se potrivesc cel mai bvine cu felul tau de a fi. In functie de ce ai ales, primesti o 'descriere' a personalitatii tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie mi se potriveste d minune...Incercati si voi &lt;a href="http://a.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Macar for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-4665085690622522692?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/4665085690622522692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=4665085690622522692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4665085690622522692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/4665085690622522692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title='Visual DNA'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1669406613189603309</id><published>2007-03-12T01:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:54:37.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo Ante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Controverse peste controverse in mintea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Una zic, alta fac.&lt;br /&gt;Ceva simt, altceva arat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma mai recunosc in mine. Tocmai acum, cand credeam ca nu mai am nevoie de nimic altceva, de nimeni altcineva. Cand credeam ca imi ajung, eu, mie. Sa fie oare faptul ca nici Eu nu mai are nevoie de acel Mine...? Desteptati-ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am, in sfarsit, timpul necesar pentru a dormi. Dar nu ma pot bcucura de el tocmai pentru ca intotdeauna ma trezesc visand cu ochii deschisi la visul din vis. Alerg dupa visul meu, dar degeaba. Imi face cu mana si rade frenetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu scriu tarziu, Noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu invat tarziu, Noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu traiesc tarziu, Noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua imi place sa dorm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un om sucit. As merge pe tavan de frica sa nu cad in cer. As scrie de jos in sus, numai sa nu se termine pagina.. as merge cu spatele ca sa fie mai palpitant necunoscutul.. dar as privi in sus, ca sa nu mai vad trecutul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma copleseste, uneori, absurditatea, ridicolul. Sau poate doar naivitatea puerila..? Prostii.. Am 20  de ani.. stii, cand eram eu mica, era un film polonez pentru copii.. Arabella. Acolo, oamenii se nasteau batrani si pe masura ce inaintau in varsta erau, fizic, tot mai copii.  Ce batrana as fi acum..Morala e ca... devii tot mai copil oadata cu trecerea anilor..  timpul parca e un lichid ce se scurge pe nesimtite printre degete. Cine-o fi inventat timpul asta? Proasta inventie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi place sa visez? Petru ca acolo sunt in lumea mea...  Pentru ca acolo dorinta de a intinde bratul in trecut si de a lovi in el cu pumnul e o dorinta implinita. Acolo, din 2002 am trecut direct in 2005. Deci am cu 2 ani mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un caine latra aprig langa geam. Mi-ar fi placut sa inteleg si limba lui. Poate in alta viata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi mentin starea.. pana la urmatorul conflict cu mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1669406613189603309?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1669406613189603309/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1669406613189603309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1669406613189603309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1669406613189603309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/status-quo-ante.html' title='Status Quo Ante'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8645175964188782418</id><published>2007-03-04T04:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:02:33.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si iata ca apare primul regret din viata mea. regret o zi. ziua de 29 dec 2004.&lt;br /&gt;iar al doilea regret e ziua de 3 martie 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8645175964188782418?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8645175964188782418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8645175964188782418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8645175964188782418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8645175964188782418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-2197333439549820668</id><published>2007-03-04T03:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:59:09.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri neterminate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dezamagire. Nesiguranta. Ura. Film. Sentiment.  Ploaie. Iubire. Minune. Asteptare. Zgomot. Amanunt. Caldura. Sambata. Acoperis. Schimbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e recenzia unui film. Nici o reclama pentru lapte.&lt;br /&gt;E o stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc, Uras. Urasc faptul ca nu pot sa nu iubesc. Iubesc faptul ca pot sa nu urasc. Urasc faptul ca nu pot sa aleg pe cine sa iubesc si pe cine sa urasc. Iubesc si faptul ca pot alege doar sa nu urasc. O vorba inteleapta spune sa alegi ceea ce iubesti si sa iubesti ceea ce ai ales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca un acoperis nu te fereste decat de ploaie.. nu si de trasnet.  Pacat ca trebuie sa ne schimbam mereu ca sa fim mereu aceiasi. Devino ceea ce esti! (ne indemna Buddha cu mult timp in urma..). Si dupa ce devin, sunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zgomotul tacerii ma raceste. Raceala verii irita.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt nimic. Si tot. Deopotriva.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ieri, sunt maine. Mai putin azi.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua de maine s-a inchis.. de ieri.&lt;br /&gt;si va incepe la marginea noptii.&lt;br /&gt;iar la marginea zilei se va sfarsi.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvant nefericit. Idee.&lt;br /&gt;Amalgam.&lt;br /&gt;Nemurire, eliberare, compasiune, detasare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ura e mai puternica si mai agila decat prietenia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cum sa-ti declar ca te-am iubit, in legea&lt;br /&gt; In care doar o data ne-am aprins,&lt;br /&gt; Cand, iata, noi suntem faradelegea&lt;br /&gt; De care nici macar nu ne-am atins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautam ceea ce fuge de noi si fugim de ceea ce ne cauta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii vorbesc ce stiu. Altii stiu ce vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma aflu la mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main tumse pyaar karta hoon! - unii stiu de ce. As vrea sa imi spuna si mie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-2197333439549820668?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/2197333439549820668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=2197333439549820668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2197333439549820668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/2197333439549820668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/ganduri-neterminate.html' title='Ganduri neterminate.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-3419348469626366526</id><published>2007-03-03T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:04:35.652+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestionarul lui Proust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Iata ca am primit o provocare de la Roxanik.. o serie de intrebari ce-si asteapta raspunsul. Originea lor cica ar fi pe undeva pe la Proust. Posibil. Jocul  e deja un fel de 'leapsa'... asa ca dau si eu leapsa mai departe la Rox Tao si Nico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principala mea trasatura:&lt;/span&gt; ambitia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calitatea pe care doresc sa o intalnesc la un barbat:&lt;/span&gt; calmul(da, acel calm care uneori ma scoate din minti :) );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calitatea pe care o prefer la o femeie:&lt;/span&gt; hotararea;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce pretuiesc mai mult la prietenii mei:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;sinceritatea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principalul meu defect: &lt;/span&gt;impulsivitatea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indeletnicirea mea preferata:&lt;/span&gt; somnul(oh da! imi place la nebunie sa dorm :D ) si la fel de mult imi place sa dansez-evident, nu cand dorm :)) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fericirea pe care mi-o visez:&lt;/span&gt; a happy family intr-o casuta cu mansarda, cu gradina si cu muuulte flori..pe malul marii sau pe Strada Mantuleasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Care ar fi pentru mine cea mai mare nenorocire:&lt;/span&gt; sa devin inutila....;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locul unde as vrea sa traiesc:&lt;/span&gt; in casuta de mai sus, sau in Australia. Sau pe o Str Mantuleasa, dar in Australia.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culoarea mea preferata:&lt;/span&gt; in momentul de fata, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floarea care imi place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Laleaua. mai ales acea lalea care imi zambea in diminetile de primavara ale copilariei mele. Era cea mai frumoasa Lalea. Si freziile-ca miros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasarea mea preferata&lt;/span&gt;: pasarea Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prozatorii preferati&lt;/span&gt;: Mircea Eliade, I. Teodoreanu, Franz Kafka, Lev Tolstoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poetii preferati&lt;/span&gt;: I. Minulescu, Al. Macedonski, N. Stanescu, L. Blaga, E. A. Poe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eroii pref. din literatura&lt;/span&gt;: copilaresc: Cuore-eroul meu d poveste..;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eroine -II-&lt;/span&gt;: Anna Karenina(chiar daca moare, pt mine tot eroina este);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compozitori pref&lt;/span&gt;: Wagner, Mozart, Vivaldi, Chopin, Yann Tiersen, Enescu;&lt;br /&gt;Pictori pref: Claude Monet, E. Delacroix, Diego Velazquez; Luis Royo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erou Pref din viata reala&lt;/span&gt;:  bunica... a avut o viata crunta si s-a descurcat cu absolut tot. As vrea sa ajung la varsta pe care a avut-o candva(a murit) si sa pot spune ca am facut cate a facut ea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce urasc cel mai mult&lt;/span&gt;: indiferenta si minciuna;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calitatea pe care as vrea sa o am din  nastere&lt;/span&gt;: rabdarea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cum as vrea sa mor&lt;/span&gt;: linistita, batrana, in somn;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greselile care-mi inspira cea mai mare indulgenta&lt;/span&gt;: Lipsa punctualitatii;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deviza mea&lt;/span&gt;: "He who has a &lt;why&gt; 'why' to live can bear with almost any how'&lt;how&gt; ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/how&gt;&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-3419348469626366526?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/3419348469626366526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=3419348469626366526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3419348469626366526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/3419348469626366526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/03/chestionarul-lui-proust.html' title='Chestionarul lui Proust?'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-1422435226145109030</id><published>2007-02-22T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:30:06.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Penumbra</title><content type='html'>JOI.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata. Foarte dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;6:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;Cismigiu. Eu in Cismigiu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-oi fi facand eu in Cismigiu la ora asta, in mijlocul saptamanii, probabil va intrebati.&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: nimic. Incercam doar sa pacalesc timpul.Dar pana la urma, timpul a fost cel care m-a pacalit. A avut nevoie de un ajutor: batranul Platan de pe Aleea Podului Mare. El, Platanul, m-a imbratisat in lumea lui si astfel am crezut ca sfidez timpul... Mi-am regasit colectiile de demult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, colectionez. Imi plac gandurile vechi, uzate, cu zimti rosi ca marginile unei monede antice. Imi plac sentimentele vechi, parfumate si tari ca vinurile nobile. Imi plac vorbele vechi, sonore ca o vioara ofilita. Imi mai place stiinta de demult, care, spre deosebire de vin, nu trebuie lasata sa se invecheasca. Paradoxal. Dar adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca cel mai puternic exploziv nu e nici pe departe toluenul? E  ideea omeneasca... ea poate rasturna universul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toti suntem nemuritori... dar pentru asta trebuie mai intai sa murim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E inca JOI...Dar e Seara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-1422435226145109030?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/1422435226145109030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=1422435226145109030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1422435226145109030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/1422435226145109030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/02/penumbra.html' title='Penumbra'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-8083144820929084261</id><published>2007-02-10T01:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:51:42.808+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asculta, priveste si taci!....</title><content type='html'>A XI-a Porunca (Ion Minulescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta, priveste si taci!...&lt;br /&gt;Asculta, sa-nveti sa vorbesti,&lt;br /&gt;Priveste, sa-nveti sa cladesti.&lt;br /&gt;Si taci, sa-ntelegi ce sa faci...&lt;br /&gt;Asculta, priveste si taci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand simti ca pacatul te paste&lt;br /&gt;Si glasul Sirenei te fura,&lt;br /&gt;Tu pune-ti doar lacat la gura&lt;br /&gt;Si-mplora doar Sfintele Moaste-&lt;br /&gt;Cand simti ca pacatul te paste!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand simti ca dusmanul te-nvinge,&lt;br /&gt;Smulgandu-ti din suflet credinta,&lt;br /&gt;Asteapta-ti tacut biruinta&lt;br /&gt;si candela mintii n-o stinge-&lt;br /&gt;Cand simti ca dusmanul te-nvinge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand bratele-ncep sa te doara,&lt;br /&gt;De teama sa nu-mbatranesti,&lt;br /&gt;Ramai tot cel care esti-&lt;br /&gt;Aceeasi piatra de moara-&lt;br /&gt;Cand bratele-ncep sa te doara!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cand, cu ochii spre cer,&lt;br /&gt;Te-ntrebi ce-ai putea sa mai faci,&lt;br /&gt;Asculta, priveste si taci!&lt;br /&gt;Din brate fa-ti aripi de fier&lt;br /&gt;Si ZBOARA cu ele spre cer!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-8083144820929084261?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/8083144820929084261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=8083144820929084261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8083144820929084261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/8083144820929084261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/02/asculta-priveste-si-taci.html' title='Asculta, priveste si taci!....'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5032460356371170910</id><published>2007-02-09T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:50:58.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Sunrise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Gandesc.. deci exist-ar spune unii. Dar daca te gandesti la multe, multe lucruri deodata, ce n-au nici o legatura unele cu altele.. inseamna ca existi  in multe locuri deodata? ca existi de mai multe ori? guess not.. pacat. Mi-ar fi placut sa pot inchide ochii si sa ajung, intr-o fractiune de secunda, in Australia.. sau in India.. sau Japonia. sau macar pe malul marii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place mult de tot la mare...dimineata devreme, cand nu e nimeni pe plaja.. decat cativa caini care cauta cu infrigurare caldura unor palme iubitoare, cand soarele e inca ador&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rc0PmVK1dLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0iHuwSCik8/s1600-h/sunrise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rc0PmVK1dLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0iHuwSCik8/s320/sunrise.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029693510034748594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mit si se sfieste sa iasa din culcus, cand si pescarusii vorbesc prin somn, cand vantul sforaie.. si e calduta apa. Cand sunt doar eu, cu gandurile mele; cand nu trebuie sa-mi pune ordine in minte, cand pot sta ghemuita acolo unde marea gadila nisipul, cand pot visa.... ochii mei te vor visa la nesfarsit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa ma pot detasa de corp, sa ma pot ridica sus si sa vad tot. Sa vad cat de rotund e pamantul, cat de inalti sunt muntii, cat e de mare marea, si cat de pufosi sunt norii. Imi amintesc ca am intrat odata intr-un nor.. sau mai bine zis, norul in mine. Era moale, rece, umed si alb. Ca laptele.  Ce bine era de n-ar fi plecat norul niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-au uscat gandurile.&lt;br /&gt;O sa astept ploaia.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi soarele.&lt;br /&gt;Pana ce ma voi fi indragostit de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5032460356371170910?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5032460356371170910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5032460356371170910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5032460356371170910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5032460356371170910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/02/lonely-sunrise.html' title='Lonely Sunrise.'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiEv6D194JM/Rc0PmVK1dLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0iHuwSCik8/s72-c/sunrise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-5646092434141278713</id><published>2007-02-06T00:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:20:30.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un autre été : L'après midi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/F76O2Qsq0To' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/F76O2Qsq0To'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;melodie pentru oprit timpul in loc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-5646092434141278713?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/5646092434141278713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=5646092434141278713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5646092434141278713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/5646092434141278713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/02/yann-tiersen-comptine-d-autre-t-l-midi.html' title='Yann Tiersen - Comptine d&amp;#39;un autre été : L&amp;#39;après midi'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105831653646271998.post-7853597180377394801</id><published>2007-02-05T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:37:21.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in rand cu lumea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           Iata ca de azi sunt si eu in rand cu lumea.. mi-am facut blog, dom'le! asta intr-o pauza de la invatatul pt examenul la IRP... mai conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Las examenul la o parte pentru cateva minute, asa cum mi-am propus, pentru ca ar fi       cazul sa si spun cate ceva in primul meu post pe primul meu blog (suna de parca ar fi prima         carte scrisa de mine :D - toate au un inceput, nu?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Cu ce sa incep? Incep cu faptul ca in ultimul timp sunt cam zapacita, ametit, neatenta si     cu capul in nori - dar toti trecem si prin perioade de genul asta, asa ca e normal. Ceea ce nu e   prea normal e ca acest 'ultimul timp' dureaza de vreo 2-3 luni....stiu, cam mult. Norocul meu   ca am prieteni care ma mai aduc cu picioarele pe pamant from time to time; pacat ca efectul     nu e de lunga durata. Am de cele mai multe ori impresia ca nu prea am ce cauta in lumea asta, ca m-am ratacit prin univers si am ajuns aici... ma uit in jurul meu si ce vad? oameni grabiti.. oameni care nu mai au timp pentru ei, pentru prieteni, pentru ceea ce le place; oamnei care au uitat sa ridice ochii din asfaltul incins si sa opreasca o clipa tot.. sa fie doar ei cu ei si nimic altceva. Da, stiu.. veti spune ca suntem in secolul vitezei si ca nu mai e timp pentru asa ceva.. dar daca nu mai putem sa ne bucuram de micile placeri ale vietii, atunci d c sa traim asa, in deriva, mereu pentru ca ceilalti ierarhic deasupra noastra vor mereu cate ceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Iesisem zilele trecute cu Black(dalmatianul prietenului meu) la plimbare.. si in gradina de langa bloc inflorise un trandafir.. la sfarsitul lui Gerar! cand nici macar ghioceii nu au prins curaj sa stea la soare... ciudat sau nu, asta e.. lumea se schimba si noi odata cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ar trebui, totusi, sa oprim din cand in cand timpul in loc, macar pentru o clipa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105831653646271998-7853597180377394801?l=n3mira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/feeds/7853597180377394801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9105831653646271998&amp;postID=7853597180377394801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7853597180377394801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105831653646271998/posts/default/7853597180377394801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3mira.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-rand-cu-lumea.html' title='in rand cu lumea..'/><author><name>Anca Strugariu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639223278251799869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
