<?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-5022827145783909753</id><updated>2012-01-15T07:28:30.058-08:00</updated><category term='Toamna'/><title type='text'>Underneath your clothes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-8439033359536627553</id><published>2012-01-07T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:59:34.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfaturi despre cum sa devi pitipoanca</title><content type='html'>Hai sa discutam despre idiotenia zilelor cotidiene..si anume despre invazia pitipoancelor.Ce? Credeati ca nu mai&lt;br /&gt;exista? Ei bine,imi cer un milion de scuze pentru dezamagirea care o sa se infiltreze in creierele voastre.&lt;br /&gt; Asa numitele 'domnisoare' au inceput sa se inmulteasca pe zi ce trece.Stiti cum arata o caracatita nu? Totul pleaca de la cap.. isi extinde tentaculele si cuprinde hrana,apoi o devoreaza.Cam la fel se intampla si cu fetitele astea frustrate. Nu stiu cum au evoulat si ce sta la baza originii lor,dar pot sa banuiesc ,ca la inceput a existat idioata suprema. A deschis ochii intr-o dimineata,si-a umplut botul de gloss in fata oglinzii ,s-a imbracat in hainutele ei de&lt;br /&gt;firma,sau nu..Dar asta n-a fost de ajuns,pentru ca ,probabil,a considerat ca nu dispune de suficienta atentie.Si-atunci..ce s-a gandit ea: 'Ia sa-mi fac eu 2-3 poze sumar imbracata(asta ca sa nu fiu vulgara) si sa le postez pe facebook,ca poate ma umplu si eu de like-uri si o sa creez o impresie buna.'&lt;br /&gt;  GRESIT! n-o sa te umplii decat de cacat,injuraturi si idioti care isi provoaca orgasm privind o poza stearsa!&lt;br /&gt;  Cum le recunoasteti? Simplu.. o sa va ofer cateva criterii de baza:&lt;br /&gt;  1. Hainutele roz,ele ofera o pata de culoare intr-o lume stearsa.&lt;br /&gt;  2. Imitatiile de blana,pentru ca,na.. o adevarata piti de Dorobanti se respecta.Cum obtii un astel de articol? Te duci in curte,pandesti pisica vecinului,sau..eventual o ademenesti 'pis-pis-pis' ,iti infasori chestiile alea slabanoage ,numite maini,in jurul gatului ei .. pana simti ca nu mai respira. Nu te mai gandesti: 'Ma,saracul animal,mi-o fi facut ceva? nu! important e s-arat bine' si tac-pac ,ai reusit sa-ti procuri o hainuta chic.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Pantaloni din latex,ridicati pana-n gat,eventual ar trebui sa intre putin in pasarica,pentru a accentua liniile fine care definesc chestia aia cu care te-a inzestrat Mama Natura . E cel mai de pret lucru pe care-l deti,nu conteaza ca acolo intra si ies chestii,mai rau ca intr-o statie de metrou!&lt;br /&gt; 4.Unghiutele kilometrice pline de strasuri si sclipici.&lt;br /&gt; 5.Buzele. Ele sunt cele mai importante. Ce conteaza ca ai o mecla de bidon turtit. Important e sa fie cat mai mari si cat mai ROZ!&lt;br /&gt; Bineinteles,daca esti o PITI care se respecta cu adevarat,trebuie neaparat sa detii modelul de barbat fatal.Un cocalar jegos,cu o tona de tinichele la gat,ghiuluri si inevitabilul kilogram de gel turnat in cap,pentru a obtine un look desavarsit. &lt;br /&gt;  Cam asta iti trebuie,pentru a devenit o 'Lady'de succes. Fetelor,succes! Daca doriti sa urmati acest drum ,aici aveti detaliile necesare :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-8439033359536627553?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8439033359536627553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sfaturi-despre-cum-sa-devi-pitipoanca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8439033359536627553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8439033359536627553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sfaturi-despre-cum-sa-devi-pitipoanca.html' title='Sfaturi despre cum sa devi pitipoanca'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1148861871203040992</id><published>2011-12-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:46:09.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cineva,inaintea ta</title><content type='html'>Parca vad in ochii tai ca vrei sa-mi rapesti sufletul si sa fugi,de parca ai putea scapa nevinovat.Privirea aia rece ca gheata ma atinteste si astept din clipa in clipa sa se sparga in milioane de bucati si sa-mi sfasie simturile amortite.&lt;br /&gt;   Cateodata iti infasori stransoarea bratelor in jurul trupului meu fragil,de parca am fi unul si-acelasi,de parca n-ai vrea sa-mi mai dai drumul nicicand.Cateodata pleci,fara sa te uiti inapoi,trantind si urland ca un disperat,de parca as fi o straina pentru tine,de parca nu ti-e mila de un suflet chinuit.&lt;br /&gt;   Dar stii care e lucrul cel mai greu? Ce ma doare cel mai tare? Ca nu mai simt..nu ma mai afecteaza nimic din ce faci,nimic nu-i in stare sa-mi raneasca sufletul,sa scrijeleasca rani pe cord deschis.Si stii de ce? Pentru ca e prea tarziu pentrutine,pentru noi. Nu o sa reusesti sa-mi faci rau oricat ti-ai dori,pentru ca,cineva,a facut asta inaintea ta! Cineva,mi-a luat inima in garantie,fara sa-mi plateasca macar o farama de dobanda,pentru ca in cele din urma ,mie imi apartinea. Acum ,insa,nu o mai detin,mi-a luat-o definitiv,o pastreaza undeva,departe. Timp,te rog,adu-mi inima inapoi!Lasa-ma sa fiu intreaga din nou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1148861871203040992?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1148861871203040992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinevainaintea-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1148861871203040992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1148861871203040992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinevainaintea-ta.html' title='Cineva,inaintea ta'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-8677235498446749481</id><published>2011-12-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:43:03.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebari...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzgytbWRvbQ/TtuT6wwHwwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A6aHz3da-I8/s1600/autumn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzgytbWRvbQ/TtuT6wwHwwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A6aHz3da-I8/s400/autumn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682297992586445570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"   Unde eşti iubire, să mă atingi unde mă doare, să mă săruţi să-mi treacă ,&lt;br /&gt;să te ating, să plâng pe umărul tău.. unde eşti când am atâta nevoie de tine??"&lt;br /&gt;  E dimineata si cateva raze de soare-mi mangaie chipul somnoros.&lt;br /&gt;E o senzatie placuta,insa,nu e de ajuns. Stii de ce? Pentru ca, cealalta&lt;br /&gt;jumatate de pat e din nou goala.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa ma trezesti cu zambetul tau,mi-e dor de stransoarea bratelor&lt;br /&gt; tale in orele diminetii..mi-e dor!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar dup-atat amar de vreme,mirosul tau a ramas imbibat in patura pe &lt;br /&gt;care-o trag peste mine cand mi-e frig..Parca si-acum te vad,stand in &lt;br /&gt;fata ferestrei.Oh..si soarele ala cald,care se revarsa asupra chipului tau..Erai atat de frumos!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt singura,cu un suflet pustiu,ce tanjeste dupa un dram de afectiune.Si nu mai e&lt;br /&gt;nimeni aici,care sa-mi panseze ranile scrijelite pe un petec de inima.Unde-a disparut&lt;br /&gt;chipul acela angelic,care imi taia respiratia ?Unde s-au ascund momentele&lt;br /&gt; in care zabmeam?Intuneric,de ce mi-ai rapit lumina vietii?De ce mi-ai contaminat aerul&lt;br /&gt; pe care-l respir si m-ai molipsit cu starea ta bolnavicioasa de depresie? De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Oare pe unde umblii ,iubire,cand am atata nevoie de tine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-8677235498446749481?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8677235498446749481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/12/intrebari.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8677235498446749481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8677235498446749481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/12/intrebari.html' title='Intrebari...'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzgytbWRvbQ/TtuT6wwHwwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A6aHz3da-I8/s72-c/autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3760175350183152639</id><published>2011-09-01T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:38:04.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slabeste usor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slabeste-usor.info"&gt; htpp://www.slabeste-usor.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Un site recomandat pentru eficienta curelor de slabire.Incercati-l cu incredere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3760175350183152639?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3760175350183152639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/09/slabeste-usor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3760175350183152639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3760175350183152639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/09/slabeste-usor.html' title='Slabeste usor'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-562529005744779602</id><published>2011-08-31T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:51:08.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secunde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WBIha-nUZQ/Tl5lw4FPTWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Vk-KoYsKJoM/s1600/time.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WBIha-nUZQ/Tl5lw4FPTWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Vk-KoYsKJoM/s400/time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647062873131666786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tare-as vrea sa-i pot atribui timpului o definitie concludenta.Are atatea unitati de masura,insa cele mai chinuitoare mi se par secundele. Se scurg atat de greu, cateodata,mi-as dori sa le alung.Imi placea sa masor timpul in dragoste,in clipe petrecute in doi.Acum nu mai pot.N-ai cum sa masori timpul cu o dragoste neimplinita,spulberata,mocirlita de ploi torentiale.&lt;div&gt;    Cand te-am vazut prima data am crezut ca un inger a coborat pe pamant.Dar ingerii nu exista ,nu? Sigur, nu exista, desi atunci credeam in ei. Felicitari,ai reusit sa-mi distrugi si aceasta viziune despre frumos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Mi-ai taiat respiratia.Simteam ca inima sta sa-mi sparga pieptul,desprinzandu-se de mine si alergand in urma ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Cuvintele "Te iubesc!"n-aveau relevanta pentru mine,pana atunci.Tu ai reusit sa le colorezi atat de frumos,redandu-le viata.Ma aruncam in bratele tale ca o carpa de bumbac,lenevind la pieptul tau,simtind cum respiratia ta se revarsa peste mine ca o binecuvantare. As fi stat acolo ore intregi,as fi murit in stransoarea bratelor tale si nu mi-ar fi pasat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Apoi,incetul cu incetul,ai inceput sa-mi controlezi fiecare miscare.Eram ca o marioneta incapabila de autocontrol.Eram acolo,insa nu aveam nici un fel de reactie.Te jucai cu mine asa cum te joci cu piesele de sah! Le mutai pe tabla,absent,ca si cum iti pasa doar de castig.Banuiesc ca asta fac oamenii egoisti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Totusi,nu te-ai gandit ca sunt o fiinta umana? Ca undeva acolo,in trupul ala exista un suflet dornic de imbratisari? Si-atunci,am preferat sa ma ascund intr-un colt si sa-mi plang de mila.Nu te-ai intrebat niciodata,de ce ochii mei sunt atat de obositi mereu,desi era atat de evident.Cred ca daca ar fi putut,ar fi strigat la tine ,te-ar fi implorat sa le dai pace.Au plans pana cand au ramas fara lacrimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Fiecare secunda devenea un chin apasator care refuza sa dispara.D-asta urasc secundele,timpul : din cauza ta! Am inchis ochii involuntar,doar pentru cateva secunde si cand i-am deschis,tu disparusei. Lasasei in urma un gol imens si negru,care se adancea pe zi ce trecea.Practic ma devora,distrugea tot ce exista frumos in mine,inghitindu-ma ca un abis.Multumesc! Data viitoare cand voi inchide ochii,ma voi asigura ca fericirea-mi va zambi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-562529005744779602?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/562529005744779602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/secunde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/562529005744779602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/562529005744779602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/secunde.html' title='Secunde'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WBIha-nUZQ/Tl5lw4FPTWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Vk-KoYsKJoM/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1381189573401894354</id><published>2011-08-29T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:16:06.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29akVAJn75E/TlvlajDB7oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir0KJktJKsk/s1600/angel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29akVAJn75E/TlvlajDB7oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir0KJktJKsk/s400/angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646358802086358658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Am stiut ca sfaritul se-apropie cu pasi repezi de mine ,tragandu-ma de maneca,insa l-am alungat cat am putut.Am fost egoista si l-am ignorat.Dar cand esti pus fata in fata cu inevitabilul nu prea mai e mare lucru de facut. &lt;div&gt;      Am fost aici o perioada prea mare,mi-am expulzat prioritatile,mi-am pus in joc propria-mi viata pentru fericirea ta.Acum stau si ma intreb "a existat oare cineva,vreodata,care sa puna fericirea mea mai presus de-a lui ,asa cum am facut eu?".. Bineinteles ca nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Te complaceai in aceeasi situatie mizerabila de prea mult timp.Era dreptul meu s-o iau de la inceput.Am incercat din rasputeri sa uit totul .La inceput am crezut ca-i simplu.Oh,cat de tare m-am inselat! Eu am fost cea care te-a impins in bratele alteia.Hai,spune! Trupul ei are acelasi miros ca al meu? Te privesc ochii ei asa cum o faceam eu odata? Nu..n-are cum,pentru ca ea nu stie ce-i iubirea,nu s-a luptat cu demonii din launtrul ei pentru tine! Mi-au devorat inima,asta au facut! M-am multumit sa intorc spatele si sa plec.Asta nu inseamna ca sunt slaba,nu..nici pe departe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Am vrut sa innebunesti si tu,ca mine.Sa-ti pierzi mintile definitiv ca sa stii cum e atunci cand iubirea te orbeste,distrugandu-ti coloana vertebrala,lasandu-te paralizat si incapabil pe viata! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Si n-am sa fiu acolo sa am grija de inima ta rupta-n bucati,asa cum nici tu n-ai fost.Uneori erai atat de absent...Sentimentele urlau in pieptul meu ,sapau sa-si faca loc spre suprafata pana cand au lasat doar o cangrena sangeranda.Nu le-ai auzit.De fapt,nici nu ma asteptam s-o faci! Egoismul tau atingea cote maxime uneori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Te intrebi vreodata ce fac,daca mi-e bine? Poate ca nu.Ei bine afla ca inca ma afund in mizeria care ma inconjoara,poate mai rau ca alta data.Oricum,ar trebui sa-mi multumesti ca ti-am redat libertatea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1381189573401894354?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1381189573401894354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1381189573401894354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1381189573401894354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29akVAJn75E/TlvlajDB7oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir0KJktJKsk/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1433238838463360753</id><published>2011-08-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:27:40.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yazs15-onU0/TlrA1qARiiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NA7z-wQaxuk/s1600/heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yazs15-onU0/TlrA1qARiiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NA7z-wQaxuk/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646037110903376418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Intuneric,intuneric si eu,atat! Linistea acopera tot ce ma inconjoara.Un singur lucru este capabil sa taie linistea asta asurzitoare care ma deranjeaza: gandurile mele. Bataile inimii rasuna ca un ecou intre patru pereti.&lt;div&gt;   Vrei sa stii ce simt? Ei bine,afla ca te urasc.Te urasc cu toata fiinta mea,simt asta in toate incheieturile.Vrei sa stii de ce? E simplu.Te urasc pentru ca te iubesc,te urasc pentru ca alergi zi de zi prin mintea mea.Oare nu obosesti? De-as putea ti-as rupe ambele picioare,sa te vad cum suferi,insa ar fi de prisos.Tot ai fi capabil sa gasesti o cale de a-mi face rau.Chiar si asa,tot ai reusi,cumva,sa alergi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Vrei te rog frumos sa pleci si sa ma lasi singura,cu ale mele? De ce te incapatanezi sa ramai? Stiu..iti place sa ma chinui,ai o placere sadica de-a-mi rupe inima-n bucati! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Esti ca o fantoma ce-mi bantuie existenta.M-ai posedat ca un demon si nu exista nimeni in stare sa ma exorcizeze,sa ma scape de raul ce-mi invenineaza sufletul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Sunt captiva intr-un cerc vicios.Mi-ai invdat spatiul,te-ai strecurat in inima mea si ti-ai strecurat veninul intr-al meu corp.Ai vrut sa fi sigur ca o sa mor incet si sigur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Ia-ti spatiul tau si lasa-ma in pace! Poti sa-ti iei amintirile,libertatea ,sa le indesi intr-o geanta si sa pleci. Nu am nevoie de tine,nu cum am avut odata.. Doar pleaca,atat iti cer,nimic mai mult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&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/5022827145783909753-1433238838463360753?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1433238838463360753/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1433238838463360753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1433238838463360753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-away.html' title='Go away'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yazs15-onU0/TlrA1qARiiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NA7z-wQaxuk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-901337203641301007</id><published>2011-08-26T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:45:51.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story before sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQaFCdST3qs/TlfXiL6zhAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JbIv9NQE-TA/s1600/sunrise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQaFCdST3qs/TlfXiL6zhAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JbIv9NQE-TA/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645217640247165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era racoare.O rafala de vant s-a abatut asupra trupului meu dezgolit. "Mi-e frig".. am spus cu vocea tremuranda."Sunt aici,iubito".Glasul tau melodios s-a lasat ca o mangaiere asupra mea. Erai acolo ,te simteam atat de cald,de dulce.&lt;div&gt;  Ti-ai intins bratele inspre mine,imbratisandu-ma.Oh,cu cata caldura ma strangeai la pieptul tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erai atat de moale,de catifelat,ca o plapuma de bumbac.Simteam cum respiratia ta calda se infiltreaza in trupul meu ,dandu-mi o senzatie de bine.Ma simteam protejata.Mereu ma salvai,erai eroul meu,eroul regasit dupa o lupta sangeroasa cu destinul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Sa nu pleci niciodata,m-ai auzit? Sa nu indraznesti sa ma parasesti!" Ai zambit ,apoi m-ai strans mai tare,fara sa-mi dai un raspuns cu voce tare,il intelesesem, oricum ,din gestul tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Razele lunii se jucau atat de frumos pe chipul tau angelic.Erai al meu,stiam asta! Mi-as fi ingaduit sa petrec o eternitate in stransoarea bratelor tale si apoi,s-o iau de la inceput,iar si iar..Nu m-as fi plictisit vreodata. Ti-ai atintit privirea blajina asupra mea,facandu-ma sa rosesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Te iubesc,te iubesc cum n-am facut-o niciodata,cum n-am iubit pe nimeni!" Vorbele tale mi-au imbratisat sufletul,erai tot ce aveam mai bun. M-am ghemuit cuminte la pieptul tau,lasandu-mi cateva suvite razlete sa-ti gadile barbia. Iti placea..Am inceput sa ma joc cu degetele pe bratul tau.Nu era incordat din cauza stransorii,era atat de relaxat,ma proteja cu atata grija. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Stii ..." .M-am uitat putin mirata.Cuvantul asta imi deranjase starea de liniste. "Da,ce e?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te-ai oprit pret de cateva minute facandu-ma sa astept reactia ta cu sufletul la gura.. "Spune,nu ma tine in suspans,ce s-a intamplat?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Nu stiu de unde sa incep..." M-am ridicat,insa stransoarea bratelor tale a ramas la fel de ferma,nu mi-ai dat drumul. "Cu inceputul,cu asta trebuie sa incepi.Spune-mi,ce te framanta?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Ma gandesc de ceva vreme la asta,insa mi-e teama de reactia ta". Sufletul mi s-a intristat dintr-o data,mi-era teama.Simteam nesiguranta in glasul tau.Inima batea sa-mi sparga pieptul. "Vrei sa ma parasesti?"..Ti-ai atintit privirile spre cer,parand pierdut.Ai ramas blocat.Ti-am prins obrajii in palme,intorcandu-ti privirea spre mine ,incercand sa te fac sa-mi spui ce te macina. "Ma gandeam,de ce e cerul atat de albastru,il picteaza oare cineva in fiecare zi? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  M-am uitat urat,probabil nu mi-am dat seama,apoi am revenit la expresia calda de mai devreme. "Termina cu prostiile,spune-mi ce gandesti cu adevarat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    M-ai sarutat pe frunte si milioane de fiori m-au impresurat. "Uite...Te iubesc enorm,mi-as da viata pentru tine,dar.." Totul prindea o intorsatura ciudata,vorbele tale pareau incoerente,iar eu devenisem crispata. "Dar ce? ce vrei sa spui"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Din nou ti-ai luat privirile de la mine,schitand un gest cu mana pe nisip. "Dar nu mi-e de ajuns,nu vreau sa fii iubita mea!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "Ce? ce vrea sa insemne asta? ai cumva chef de glume?".. Figura ta serioasa ma inspaimantase,simteam cum ma infierbant,uitasem de frigul de afara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "Nu, n-am chef de glume,doar ca nu imi este de ajuns".. Te-am prins de umeri si te-am zguduit.Imi iesisem din fire. "Cum adica nu ti-e de ajuns,exista alta femeie in viata ta?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "Nu ,prostuto,vreau sa fii mai mult de-atat.Ai fost prea multa vreme iubita mea. Vreau sa fii sotia mea!"..Lacrimile mi-au inundat obrajii,uimirea pusese stapanire pe chipul meu. "Ce-ai spus? repeta!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "M-ai auzit bine! Vrei sa fii sotia mea? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Am ramas impietrita,emotiile se ingramadeau in inima mea."Da ,vreau!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   M-ai strans in brate atat de puternic,simteam ca oscioarele mele vor ceda. "Te iubesc ,te iubesc ,te iubesc! " . "Si eu te iubesc,sa nu ma mai sperii niciodata,ai auzit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Soarele se ivea timid ,lasand imbratisarea apelor in urma si inaltandu-se grandios pe cer. Am adormit,dar nu oricum.Am adormit in bratele tale,cu gandul la rochia alba pe care visam c-o port de mic copil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-901337203641301007?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/901337203641301007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-before-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/901337203641301007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/901337203641301007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-before-sunrise.html' title='Love story before sunrise'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQaFCdST3qs/TlfXiL6zhAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JbIv9NQE-TA/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-100812660040108397</id><published>2011-08-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T05:32:03.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfarsit de vara</title><content type='html'>     &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vara&lt;/span&gt; e pe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sfarsite si odata cu ea s-a sfarsit si dragostea mea pentru tine. Nu a disparut pur si simplu pentru ca asa ar fi fost firesc,a disparut pentru ca eu am alungat-o. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;   Imi doream o dragoste pura,inteleasa,insa in locul ei am primit una bolnava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;  Nu mai vreau sa-mi amarasc inima cu sentimente  amare.Vreau sa alung toata ura pe care-am acumulat-o din cauza ta. Vreau sa redevin eu,cea dinainte,cea plina de viata ,care zambea oricui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;   M-am saturat sa fiu doar o radiografie,animata de simturi,pe care nu le pot controla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;    Daca trebuie sa pleci,pleaca.Oricum nu mai am nevoie de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;   De vara..da,de ea o sa-mi fie cel mai dor,dar stiu ca se va intoarce la mine.O voi astepta cu bratele deschise,cat despre tine,nu pot spune acelasi lucru.Poate intr-o zi.. cine stie...&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/5022827145783909753-100812660040108397?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/100812660040108397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sfarsit-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/100812660040108397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/100812660040108397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sfarsit-de-vara.html' title='Sfarsit de vara'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-701269511553593437</id><published>2011-08-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:25:57.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata dupa moarte</title><content type='html'>    M-am trezit in intuneric, singura, cu bratele amortite.Un foc lichid imi mistuia sufletul,eram atat de confuza ,debusolata,ce se intampla cu mine?Am inceput sa tip: "Unde ma aflu"?&lt;br /&gt;   Paseam timida pe carbuni de jar incins ,provocandu-mi dureri ingrozitore,care ma ardeau pana-n strafundul celui mai intunecat orificiu.Tipete asurzitoare imi patrundeau in urechi,pana cand timpanele au inceput sa-mi sangereze.Trupul mi-era plin de rani sangerande,iar culoarea pielii mele devenise tuciurie.Finetea ei de alta data disparuse,transformandu-se intr-o bucata de carne scorojita.&lt;br /&gt;   Incerc sa gasesc o usa,un drum de iesire,sa scap din abisul asta intunecat,dar cum as putea ,cand nici macar nu stiu unde ma aflu?&lt;br /&gt;   Inaintez sfioasa,taind paravanul de tipete care ma izbeau frenetic din toate partile,facand cativa pasi prin intuneric.Picioarele stateau sa-mi cedeze,ma clatinam ametita,si-apoi m-am trezit inconjurata de flacari. O doamne! unde-am ajuns?&lt;br /&gt;  In toata agonia care ma inconjura,am reusit sa descifrez un trup hidos,ars.Am incercat sa ma apropii,insa valtoarea vapailor se inalta in fata privirilor mele,ca un paravan. Priveam terifiata cum o forta invizibila ii schingiuia trupul anemic.Biata creatura...Se incovoia de durere.Oare ce greseli ascundea fiinta asta  hâdă? pentru ce trebuia sa dea socoteala cu pretul vietii?&lt;br /&gt;   Insa nu trupul era cel care suferea,ci sufletul,el era cel schingiuit.Doi demoni trageau cu putere de sufletul ei,incercand sa-l devoreze precum sacalii.&lt;br /&gt;   Aceeasi intrebare ma bantuia.Ce facuse si de ce eram eu aici alaturi de ea? Un val de imagini s-au derulat in fata ochilor mei crispati.Inselase,isi parasise familia,isi torturase singurul copil.O,saracii oameni.Trebuia sa plateasca pentru pacatele ei ,dar chiar si asta mi se parea exagerat.Greselile comise de mine,erau apa de ploaie,pe langa tot ce facuse ea.Oare sufletul meu va trece prin aceleasi spasme? Oare va fi faramat in bucati,apoi puse una langa alta pana cand puzzle-ul va fi reintregit si torturat din nou? Spaima se infiltrase in sangele care-mi pulsa frenetic in vene,circuland ca un tren ce sta sa deraieze.Buzele imi tremurau,acoperind dintii inclestati.Asta trebuie sa indur pentru ca am facut doi-trei oameni sa planga prin copilariile mele? Nu imi ingadui sa cred asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;   Trebuia sa indrept erorile comise,trebuia sa fac cumva sa fug de-acolo mancand pamantul.Dar cum?&lt;br /&gt;   O raza de lumina a fulgerat ,despicand flacarile si pamantul pe care stateam.M-a invaluit ca un mister,ridicandu-mi trupul greoi ca pe un fulg."Unde ma duci"? am rostit cu glas plapand..M-am trezit brusc langa omul pe care-l iubeam si-atunci am realizat ca suferinta provocata de iubirea lui,e minuscula pe langa chinurile pe care le-am trait pret de cateva secunde.Oare asa e viata dupa moarte? Chiar vom plati pentru toate moravurile si indecentele comise ? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-701269511553593437?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/701269511553593437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/viata-dupa-moarte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/701269511553593437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/701269511553593437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/viata-dupa-moarte.html' title='Viata dupa moarte'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-4039748725054009634</id><published>2011-08-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:37:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you but good bye</title><content type='html'>    Incercarile ei au ajuns la capatul puterilor,a incercat de atatea ori,n-ai cum sa negi,insa a pierdut lupta cu ea insasi.&lt;br /&gt;  Statea pironita acolo,langa pat.Nu indraznea sa se aseze pe el,pentru ca mirosul tau ramasese impregnat in asternuturi,mirosea atat de intens,incat narile ei au inceput sa sangereze.Ii era dor ,de tine,de voi,inca te iubea,dar subconstientul ei nu mai suporta gandul ca ar putea ajunge iar in bratele tale.&lt;br /&gt; Oh! si si-o dorea atat de mult,simtea nevoia sa fie iar ranita de dragostea aia bolnava pe care o nutrea pentru tine.Tanjea dupa mainile alea puternice,care-i frangeau trupul intr-o imbratisare,care-o prindeau de coapse si-o tintuiau de pat,paralizand-o.&lt;br /&gt;Voia sa-ti vada ochii aia insangerati,care-i taiau respiratia.Ii era sete de sarutul dulce-al mortii,de sarutul ala violent.Saraca fata,de cate ori a stat ingenunchiata si umila in fata ta,cerandu-si iertare,chiar si-atunci cand dreptatea era de partea ei.&lt;br /&gt; Te iubea,fraiere! Ai fost calaul ce-a ucis o iubire pura,ai calcat in picioare frumosul din viata ei,si-acum in loc sa te invinuiasca,iti simte lipsa!&lt;br /&gt; Biata de ea,de cate ori si-a impus : "O sa-mi fie bine,n-am nevoie de el!" de atatea ori a esuat lamentabil.Singurul lucru in care-si regasea speranta nu mai exista acum.Isi strangea lacrimile in palmele uscative,sperand ca intr-o buna zi un zambet cald sa le inlocuiasca o data pentru totdeauna! Te iubea insa nu era in stare sa renunte iar,la propria-i viata doar de dragul tau. Si-ar fi dorit sa-ti destainuie sentimentele mucegaite pe care le nutrea inca pentru tine,insa nu putea.Acestea ii putrezeau in adancul sufletului,inconjurate de intuneric si spasme de agonie.Saracul suflet,sarmanul dor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-4039748725054009634?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4039748725054009634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-but-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/4039748725054009634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/4039748725054009634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-but-good-bye.html' title='I love you but good bye'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-981991853401712223</id><published>2011-08-24T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:35:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances</title><content type='html'>    E trecut de miezul noptii,totul e inconjurat de liniste,pana si luna sta sa adoarma,insa ea e treaza,ea si gandurile ei obisnuite.Un miros ciudat pluteste in camera obscura,miroase a dor,un dor ticsit si imbibat de durere.&lt;br /&gt;  Pleoapele ii pica grele,pravalindu-se peste verdele ochilor,insa refuza sa le asculte,le deschide impotriva vointei lor.Cu telefonul in mana,formeaza un numar,pe care-l stia pe de rost..Cateva secunde amortite in asteptarea apelului,si-apoi cu un gest fricos lasa degetul pe taste..Nimic,asteapta,si in cele din urma,vocea robotului ii zgarie timpanele.&lt;br /&gt; Dezamagirea i-a cuprins trupul,ca o menghina.Lacrimile nu s-au lasat asteptate,se pravaleau pe obraji iar,de parca plecasera de mult..&lt;br /&gt; Noaptea a trecut ca un mileniu,si-a zvarcolit trupul printre asternuturi,si chiar daca somnul o apasa greoi,nu putea sa doarma,pentru ca amintirea lui nu-i dadea pace.&lt;br /&gt; Cand dimineata i-a batut la fereastra,si-a deschis ochii,si inima concomitent,aceasta din urma fiind prea plina de speranta.Subconstientul urla din toti rarunchii "Potoleste-te,ai innebunit? vrei sa ajungi de unde ai plecat..de ce te arunci singura in bratele mortii?" ,insa egoista,a refuzat sa-l asculte,a preferat sa-l ignore.&lt;br /&gt; O zi intreaga a asteptat,in zadar..Orele s-au scurs,lucrurile din jurul ei si-au urmat cursul firesc,insa ea a ramas tintuita in mocirla durerii,pentru ca inca o data&lt;br /&gt;a realizat,ca glasul inimii e cea mai mare prostie inventata vreodata! Nu trebuie ascultat,nu trebuie nici macar auzit,trebuie expulzat,pentru ca nu aduce decat dezamagirea de la sfarsitul zilei,in care te ingropi ca pana acum.Isi cufunda capul in perna moale,si inainte de a adormi,isi spune cu voce tare : "Esti o fraiera,uita-l!:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-981991853401712223?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/981991853401712223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/chances.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/981991853401712223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/981991853401712223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/chances.html' title='Chances'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6423909900023354055</id><published>2011-08-24T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:51:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipuri de lut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbKGTbf0-lc/TlVkLwVbM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7mn1WOh1024/s1600/lut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbKGTbf0-lc/TlVkLwVbM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7mn1WOh1024/s400/lut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644527861094888386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ce-ti pasa tie ,chip de lut,daca sunt eu sau alta? &lt;br /&gt;  Chipuri de lut,asta sunt oamenii..Sunt plasmuiti cu atata meticulozitate,din pamant urat,si totusi sunt atat de frumosi,de perfecti,la exterior.Insa e doar o masca,o fiinta cu doua taisuri,care imbina frumusetea si hidosenia,bucuria si tristetea,fericirea si lacrimile,atat de armonios.&lt;br /&gt;   De ce se incapataneaza sa isi distruga viata,prin moravurile lor absurde? De ce nu pot pur si simplu sa traiasca inconjurati de fericire,si se incapataneaza sa arunce cu mocirla unii in ceilalti? Au fost lasati,sa infrumuseteze,nu sa distruga.&lt;br /&gt;  Asta fac oamenii,distrug! Tot ce ating ,se corodeaza,si ramane doar umbra a ceea ce a fost odata.Stralucirea paleste in calea lor,pentru ca oamenii,calca pe morminte,pentru a-si atinge scopurile marsave.&lt;br /&gt;  Dragostea,afectiunea,compasiunea,sunt sentimente pure,divine,si neintelese.Mintea lor bolnava,nu poate sa perceapa partea plina a paharului,tot ce vad oamenii,e urat,si in viziunea lor,tot ce e bun trebuie sa dispara.&lt;br /&gt;  De ce?! Nu cred ca exista un raspuns coerent..pur si simplu se intampla.Toate acele povesti de dragoste perfecte,nu exista,e doar o iluzie,o inchipuire a psihicului uman.Inima nu le intelege niciodata,le simte,le are,apoi le pierde,crezand ca n-are nevoie de ele,si dupa un timp tanjeste dupa ele.Atunci apare ura,care inghite tot in calea sa,devoreaza tot ce-a fost odata bun in tine,si acapareaza ultima ramasita de speranta,lasandu-ti un gol intunecat,in care cazi la nesfarsit,ca-ntr-un abis!&lt;br /&gt;  Te macini,si ramai pustiu.Poti compara dragostea,cu frunzele ruginite,care se desprind dintr-o data de ramurile batrane,cazand si intr-un final izbindu-se puternic de solul imbibat cu putreziciune.Asta li se intampla si oamenilor,la exterior sunt atat de frumosi,radiaza fericirea pe chipurile lor angelice,iar zambetul ala perfect,ah..te indeamna la faradelege.Insa interiorul le este putred si miroase a deznadejde.Inima lor,este locasul ce adaposteste un amalgam de sentimente nocive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6423909900023354055?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6423909900023354055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/chipuri-de-lut.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6423909900023354055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6423909900023354055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/chipuri-de-lut.html' title='Chipuri de lut'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbKGTbf0-lc/TlVkLwVbM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7mn1WOh1024/s72-c/lut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-8102938279923836110</id><published>2011-08-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:14:06.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the bullshit</title><content type='html'>  Mi-as dori sa aplic o metoda de a arata idiotilor limitele limbajului,un fel de scrisoare de dragoste in neant,obscena pana la Dumnezeu,dar atat de romantioasa,incat sa-i dea lacrimile si ultimului oligofren.&lt;br /&gt;  Asta pentru ca toti apretatii se gandesc sa imblanzeasca fiara din ei,gratie uzantelor sociale si a unei diplomatii prost intelese.Ca asa te pacalesc inca din clasele primare,nu ai constiinta...esti mort!&lt;br /&gt;  Zau?!Societatea a stricat prin educatie tot ce era mai bun,instinctual,in om,a cenzurat pornirile firesti de dreptate : "Lasa,mama,ala e patron,patronul are intotdeauna dreptate,are bani,tu esti mic,esti prapadit!"Credinta,pe de alta parte,i-a invatat pe oameni sa-si iubeasca aproapele,dar a uitat sa le spuna ca sex "is good"si ca n-ar trebui sa se puna egalitate,intre sex si santaj sentimental,cum se intampla acum.Nu mi-ai adus martisor,a rivederci sex,moncher! Unde-i respectul? Si de calci stramb intre doua santaje sentimentale,apare si-un tap ispasitor dupa ce se consuma aventura.Constiinta..mama ei de constiinta care duce la intarziere,la inactiune,la regrete,la nopti nedormite,si la temerea ca cineva va afla de toate faradelegile pe care le-ai facut fiindca ai vrut sa te simti liber si viu.Orice lucru care ti-a provocat bucurie vine dintr-o activitate,din acel instinct greu de stapanit al omului liber,restul sunt boli ale constiintei la care te supune societatea.Nu e frumos nici sa vorbesti prea mult despre sex,nici sa scrii ,dar nici sa faci sex! Bullshit! Poate e mai bine sa fii stupid atunci si sa dai din coada la ceea ce gresit te-au invatat toti virtuosii din viata ta,pana cand au devenit neregulati!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-8102938279923836110?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8102938279923836110/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/cut-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8102938279923836110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8102938279923836110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/cut-bullshit.html' title='Cut the bullshit'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6144627562504477283</id><published>2011-08-23T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:05:51.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La rascruce de drumuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HROYV7CZF0/TlPP2xb-ofI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d_Nmxm-uhTI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HROYV7CZF0/TlPP2xb-ofI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d_Nmxm-uhTI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644083297915937266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Esti la rescruce de drumuri,si oricat te-ai stradui esti debusolata,nu gasesti luminita de la capatul tunelului. Sperai sa fie cineva acolo,oricine,sa te mangaie prietenos pe obrazul scaldat de lacrimi,si sa iti spuna ceva care sa`ti consoleze inima. &lt;br /&gt;   E oare cineva capabil,sa-ti potoleasca setea de dragoste,sa stinga focul ala care-ti mistuie maruntaiele,sa opreasca furtuna care s-a starnit de atata vreme? Exista oare acel cineva?  &lt;br /&gt;   Privesti cu ochi goi,si deznadajduiti,si nu ai certitudinea zilei de maine,nu ai alinarea care sa-ti linisteasca haosul din launtrul tau.Ai fost captiva o perioada prea lunga,intr-o zona crepusculara,simtind ca nu exista cale de scapare,dar constientizand totusi,ca iti produci un rau iremediabil. Probabil ii placea sa te tortureze cu sentimente de durere,cu minciuni care te loveau din toate partile,ai simtit invidia,in privirea lui taioasa,si acum incerci ca un nou-nascut,sa faci pas cu pas spre alta viata. &lt;br /&gt;  Incerci sa dai culoare zilelor,sa stergi durerea noptilor,dar culoarea paleste, si, cu fiecare pas,simti ca drumul tau e pavat cu spini.Durerea aia care te seaca,patrunzand pana in maduva oaselor,n-a disparut nici acum.Timpul a stins lumina,in viata ta demult.. Toate sperantele ti s-au naruit,au fost spulberate de vant,parca simti si acum fiorul acela rece,care-ti zgaria pielea.&lt;br /&gt;  Credeai in vise? ei bine,ar fi cazul sa incetezi,pentru ca la sfarsitul zilei,totul se dovedeste a fi,doar un cosmar,care-ti bantuie anii tineretii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6144627562504477283?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6144627562504477283/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-rascruce-de-drumuri.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6144627562504477283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6144627562504477283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-rascruce-de-drumuri.html' title='La rascruce de drumuri'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HROYV7CZF0/TlPP2xb-ofI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d_Nmxm-uhTI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-622187390039253138</id><published>2011-08-16T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:47:52.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You,don`t know me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51oxe0Ujk_k/TkrXcxY97NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hepda1k3GoU/s1600/masti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51oxe0Ujk_k/TkrXcxY97NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hepda1k3GoU/s400/masti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641558372529335506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In primul rand nu ma cunosti,in al doilea rand,nu ma cunosti deloc! Ai pretins atata vreme ca imi cunosti intunericul sufletului,durerea inimii,incat pana si eu ajunsesem sa te cred! Tot ce`ai cunoscut,a fost una din multele masti,pentru ca oamenilor le e mai usor,sa se ascunda,decat sa recunoasca ceea ce sunt cu adevarat!&lt;br /&gt;   Te`ai intrebat vreodata,oare ce se ascunde sub aceasta masca? Bineinteles ca nu,iti placea asa cum era,perfecta,nu te`ai straduit sa`i cunosti uratul,sa strapungi valul ala de mister,si sa`mi imbratisezi temerile,durerile,sentimentele adevarate.&lt;br /&gt;  Oare cine ti`a permis,sa`mi smulgi inima din piept,s`o desparti de lacasul sfant in care salasluia,si s`o iei cu tine? s`o izbesti cu putere de peretii sentimentelor,s`o vatamezi..? Nimeni,dar totusi ai facut`o. Spui ca`ti pasa? Nu te cred,am incetat de mult s`o fac.Toate sperantele mele,toate iluziile,ti`au fost incrediintate,si tu ce`ai facut cu ele? Le`ai alungat,de fiecare data.Te urasc pentru asta! &lt;br /&gt;  Nu`mi spune ca ma iubesti,nu indrazni macar sa pretinzi asta,nu indrazni nici macar,sa te gandesti la asta! Nu ai nici un drept,l`ai avut demult,insa l`ai pierdut,asa cum m`ai pierdut si pe mine.There`s no way back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-622187390039253138?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/622187390039253138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/youdont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/622187390039253138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/622187390039253138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/youdont-know-me.html' title='You,don`t know me'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51oxe0Ujk_k/TkrXcxY97NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hepda1k3GoU/s72-c/masti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6736044510059369418</id><published>2011-08-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:58:53.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E noapte iar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7sxYEI-gHE/Tkgo-RdmBGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MGSg07BUK-I/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7sxYEI-gHE/Tkgo-RdmBGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MGSg07BUK-I/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640803583586075746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   S`a lasat noaptea peste sufletul ei din nou.Intunecata si confidenta ei prietena,singura de care era sigura ca n`o s`o paraseasca,niciodata,ca o sa`i bata la usa mereu,indiferent de ce s`ar intampla! Sfetnicul care i`a sters atatea lacrimi dureroase,care se pravaleau din ochi`i migdalati.Avea obiceiul sa priveasca adesea ,cerul instelat,cu privirea pierduta,fara sa clipeasca,de teama sa n`o paraseasca si el.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh,cate secrete i`a impartasit,cate intrebari retorice i`a adresat! Nici macar el nu era apt sa`i dea raspunsul pe care`l cauta de atata timp.&lt;br /&gt;  Adesea se intreba,daca stelele sunt suspendate pe cer pur si simplu,sau le tine cineva,le ocroteste..?! Se asemanau atat de mult cu dragostea ei,care stralucea strapungand intunericul..&lt;br /&gt;  De ce ele nu cad,si de ce dragostea ei s`a prabusit? De ce n`a putut sa fie niciodata fericita pe deplin,sau de ce i`a fost sfasiata inima in mii de bucati.De ce durerea care`i arde pieptul e iremediabila? Atatea intrebari care`o chinuau in fiecare secunda a vietii ei mizerabile,si nimeni capabil sa`i ofere un raspuns coerent.&lt;br /&gt;  Va gasi oare pe cineva,care s`o doreasca cu ardoare? s`o aprecieze asa cum s`a nascut,s`o trateze fara superficialitate,si fara superioritate,sa`i ofere totul si sa nu ceara nimic in schimb,doar pentru simplul fapt c`o iubeste cu adevarat?&lt;br /&gt;  Doar noaptea o iubea,doar ea o calauzea pe cele mai bune cai,era singura ei prietena pe care se putea baza cu adevarat.Nu merita si sufletul ei ranit o mangaiere? Viata i`a fost mereu inamicul cel mai de temut,cel mai infocat,a lovit`o din toate partile posibile,in momentele in care se astepta cel mai putin? Oare e drept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6736044510059369418?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6736044510059369418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-noapte-iar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6736044510059369418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6736044510059369418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-noapte-iar.html' title='E noapte iar...'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7sxYEI-gHE/Tkgo-RdmBGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MGSg07BUK-I/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-670951274476367995</id><published>2011-08-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:18:56.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulcea mea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9STbQnptMg/TkaV1zO23bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EH5OVbfd8tA/s1600/mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9STbQnptMg/TkaV1zO23bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EH5OVbfd8tA/s400/mare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640360334846254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Soarele asta imi zambeste atat de frumos.Se joaca cu razele lui toride in parul meu balai.Ah,mi`e atat de dor de mare. Iubita mea cu valuri verzi.&lt;br /&gt;    Tanjesc de atata vreme,sa`mi ingrop talpile in nisipul marunt si fierbinte,sa ma joc cu valurile ,sa le imbratisez cu caldura,si sa nu le mai dau drumul niciodata!&lt;br /&gt;   Iubita mea involburata,noi doua ne asemanam atat de mult.Inima mea e atat de nelinistita,se izbeste in piept,asa cum o fac valurile tale sub clar de luna.&lt;br /&gt;   Mi`ai lipsit atat de mult..dar stiu ca in curand voi fi din nou a ta.Am atatea sa iti povestesc,pentru ca stiu ca secretele mele,vor ramane pururi taine,care se vor ingropa in adancul tau.Asteapta`ma,o sa ajung curand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-670951274476367995?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/670951274476367995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/soarele-asta-imi-zambeste-atat-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/670951274476367995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/670951274476367995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/soarele-asta-imi-zambeste-atat-de.html' title='Dulcea mea..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9STbQnptMg/TkaV1zO23bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EH5OVbfd8tA/s72-c/mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5178600132231152441</id><published>2011-08-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:32:39.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In lipsa mamei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHSHTM8D8-0/TkWN38zJ3jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dKJfIq0-FfI/s1600/iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHSHTM8D8-0/TkWN38zJ3jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dKJfIq0-FfI/s400/iii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640070100704419378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O flacara palida intrerupe cursul obisnuit al camerei intunecate.Palpaie de ceva vreme intr`un colt,pe noptiera prafuita.Se reflecta atat de placut,pe obrajii rumeni ai fetitei,care se juca in tihna cu papusa de carpa,pe care o are de atat amar de vreme.Singura ei jucarie,uzata,si carpita de mainile mamei,insa rupturile au revenit,pentru ca acum nu mai era nimeni sa le coasa.&lt;br /&gt;  Ochii ei mari,si goi,atarnau greoi,sub greutatea pleoapelor umede. Ii era dor de ea,ii era dor de mainile ei subtiri,care ii impleteau cosite cu atata grija.Punea atata dragoste in ceea ce facea,obisnuia s`o stranga in brate cu atata caldura,si acum parca simtea,biata copila,stransoarea imbratisarilor.&lt;br /&gt;  O vroia inapoi,tot ce ramasese in urma ei era papusa de carpa,o rama jupuita,si cateva teancuri de carti.Insa acestea nu`i foloseau,era micuta si nu stia sa citeasca.Le deschidea adesea,si le privea cu lacrimi in ochi,auzind parca si acum glasul dulce al mamei,care devenea din ce in ce mai slabit,cu fiecare poveste citita.&lt;br /&gt;  Un fior rece patrunse in camera.Era atat de mica,probabil ca o cutie de chibrituri era mai spatioasa.Un pat subred,o noptiera incarcata de carti,un tablou ce atarna intr`un cui pe perete,si o masuta.Atat! Si singura sursa de lumina era o lumanare,care statea sa se topeasca de tot.&lt;br /&gt;  Insa copila nu visa palate,sau rochii de printesa,o vroia pe ea inapoi,tanjea atat de mult dupa ochii blanzi ai mamei.&lt;br /&gt;  Intr`un tarziu,un om peste a carui fata ninsesera anii,a patruns in odaie.Obrajii copilei s`au imbujorat,si a schitat un zambet in coltul gurii.Era singura ei alinare.Acum ramasesera doar ei doi,si lumina lunii..pentru ca lumanarea ceruise coltul noptierei,si apoi se stinse.Era tatal ei.Acesta o prinse pe copila intr`o stransoare blanda,lua o carte de pe noptiera,si`si relua actiunea din fiecare seara.Citi aceeasi poveste,la nesfarsit,pana cand...pleoapele le cazura grele,si adormira in intunericul noptii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5178600132231152441?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5178600132231152441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-lipsa-mamei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5178600132231152441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5178600132231152441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-lipsa-mamei.html' title='In lipsa mamei'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHSHTM8D8-0/TkWN38zJ3jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dKJfIq0-FfI/s72-c/iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3552895073794095686</id><published>2011-08-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:57:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minciuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1FiLHg9ao/TkVpdDDwgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Px3UV9ajDrk/s1600/lie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1FiLHg9ao/TkVpdDDwgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Px3UV9ajDrk/s400/lie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640030056109604946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      O picatura de sange siroia agale pe bratul fraged si vatamat.Curgea atat de lin si limpede,incat aveai impresia ca va dura o vesnicie ,pana cand va ajunge in varful degetelor.Dar ce mai insemna acum o vesnicie? oricum in cateva secunde ultima farama de vlaga,va disparea fara preget,lasand in urma o bucata de carne neinsufletita.&lt;br /&gt;    Pentru ea viata nu insemnase nimic ,niciodata,cu atat mai putin acum,cand astepta la granita dintre cele doua lumi.Nu ii daduse niciodata sens vietii,culoarea nu se regasea in traiul ei,supravietuia intr`o negura tixita de suferinta,care se asternea ca o pacla din ce in ce mai deasa,cu fiecare zi care trecea.&lt;br /&gt;   Sentimentele de durere ajungeau pana in culmile extazului in acea clipa,si tot ce putea sa intrezareasca in fata ochilor,era un vid,care isi intindea bratele lungi,si inconvoiate inspre trupul ei sfartecat!&lt;br /&gt;  Ce i se intamplase bietei fapturi? Oare ce lucru meschin a reusit s`o tortureze atat de tare,incat refuza sa isi revina din agonie? De ce prefera sa zaca intinsa ca o carpa pe covorul imbibat de sange? Ar fi putut face ceva..s`ar fi putut salva.In schimb prefera sa ramana tintuita acolo,cu ochii larg deschisi,si cu o expresie meschina in coltul buzelor.Parea ca se bucura de ceea ce i se intampla.Se simtea satisfacuta,in timp ce fiorul rece al mortii,ii strabatea trupul. &lt;br /&gt;  De la ce au pornit toate astea? Simplu..de la un lucru banal,pe care ea il considera ireversibil,si impardonabil: de la o MINCIUNA! &lt;br /&gt;  O minciuna care i`a ars sufletul pe rug,o minciuna care a luat nastere pe trupul lui si al unei fete,si s`a scurs pe buzele ei,infiltrandu`i`se in sange,si distrugand`o! &lt;br /&gt;  Oare nu putea sa uite pur si simplu,si sa mearga mai departe fara el? Se pare ca nu..Prefera sa zaca acolo intinsa,fara a schita nici un gest.Dadea impresia ca asteapta momentul oportun,pentru a`si alunga din trup ultima suflare.Si cand luna si`a intins mrejele prin draperiile tesute cu fir de suferinta,a inchis ochii,si s`a stins.Tot ce`a lasat in urma a fost un simplu bilet,manjit de sange,pe care se descifrau cateva cuvinte,scrise anapoda : "Ce`a avut ea si eu nu? "&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3552895073794095686?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3552895073794095686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/minciuna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3552895073794095686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3552895073794095686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/minciuna.html' title='Minciuna'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1FiLHg9ao/TkVpdDDwgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Px3UV9ajDrk/s72-c/lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-4350434995979626390</id><published>2011-08-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:02:01.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qiv64ANKwaI/TkRDOTwmLVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AZcbHrBYsaU/s1600/sdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qiv64ANKwaI/TkRDOTwmLVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AZcbHrBYsaU/s400/sdad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639706546476035410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Suntem doi si singuri,si`n loc de inima ne bate luna!&lt;br /&gt;  Nu stiu daca ati intalnit inca persoana,care sa va scoata din "sevraj"atunci cand simturile refuza sa functioneze,si reflexele va sunt de prisos.&lt;br /&gt;  E un sentiment unic,ceva aparte,cand isi fixeaza privirea blanda asupra trupului meu,norii dispar,si cerul devine iar senin ca altadata.&lt;br /&gt;  E nevoie de o simpla atingere,sa ma faca sa tremur din toate incheieturile,sa`mi faca inima sa trepideze,si respiratia sa inghete.Nu pot inca sa percep de ce,dar se intampla si probabil ca nu ma intereseaza motivul,sau daca merit,important e ca ma simt din nou in siguranta! Vis sau realitate? Cred ca e vis pentru ca mi se pare ireal,mi se pare prea frumos sa fie adevarat,insa visele nu sunt palpabile nu? Nu poti sa le privesti cu ochii deschisi..&lt;br /&gt;  Stiu ca niciodata nimic n`o sa fie perfect,sunt constienta,dar nimeni nu se intreaba ce rost are ploaia,de unde provine,sau de ce rasare soarele,insa se bucura de ele.&lt;br /&gt; Imi place sa simt ca respir,sa stiu c`am uitat lacrimile care siroiau pe fata`mi trista.Don’t go and leave me&lt;br /&gt; And please don't drive me blind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-4350434995979626390?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4350434995979626390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/vis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/4350434995979626390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/4350434995979626390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/vis.html' title='Vis?'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qiv64ANKwaI/TkRDOTwmLVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AZcbHrBYsaU/s72-c/sdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-7228657812781545813</id><published>2011-08-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:41:41.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimul sarut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1qZ43DdNL0/TkQ-YJr6oVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zN5GJ9bJtW4/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1qZ43DdNL0/TkQ-YJr6oVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zN5GJ9bJtW4/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639701218012602706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Atat de apasat si amar a fost ultima data.Urme de sange au ramas si acum.Gustul acela neplacut ii bantuie si astazi existenta.Insa nu face nimic sa il dea uitarii.Are o placere meschina sa isi aminteasca iar si iar,la nesfarsit atingerea rece si cruda pe care a simtit`o atunci.De ce? pentru ca refuza sa si`l scoata din minte,ii bantuie fiecare coltisor al fiintei ca si cum inca e prezent,poate mai prezent decat era atunci,cand ii simtea trupul masiv,peste sanii ei..&lt;br /&gt; Toate noptile acelea in care se scurgeau impreuna pe sub lenjeria alba,toate momentele in care erau contopiti,in care se simteau unul singur,toate strangerile acelea puternice,dureroase si placute in acelasi timp,toate s`au risipit,a ramas doar cruda amintire pe care se incapataneaza sa si`o intipareasca in fata ochilor iar si iar si iar... la nesfarsit. &lt;br /&gt;  Functioneaza ca un mecanism ruginit,cand ajunge in punctul de a uita fie si pentru cateva clipe,durerea ramasa,se ambitioneaza din nou,sa isi aduca aminte ce`a fost! &lt;br /&gt; Prefera sa isi chinuie existenta,sa se distruga la fiecare pas,decat sa uite amaraciunea ultimei amintiri. Ce daca e urata? Ea vrea doar sa isi aminteasca,face asta necontenit. In cele din urma a dat uitarii somnul,era singurul care`i putea rapii placerea de a se mutila,de a rasuci cutitul in rana.&lt;br /&gt;  Franturi de imagini ii strabat memoria,doua maini intinse spre trupul ei,parca incearca s`o cuprinda ca o menghina,insa ea nu reactioneaza..se lasa strivita.Ii place.De unde provine aceasta placere sadica? probabil dintr`o iubire bolnava pe care a nutrit`o ,fara sa o impartaseasca la timp.Oare el stia de gandurile fetei? Indraznea sa`si imagineze cum e sa traiesti torturat de propriile trairi? Sigur ca nu...&lt;br /&gt;  In cele din urma s`a napustit asupra noptierei pe care zaceau aruncate maldare de cutii cu pastile. A inghitit in sec,si cu fiecare pastila pe care o inghitea,pierdea cate o amintire.Insa amintirea ultimului sarut,atat de cruda,atat de veninoasa,a ramas intiparita pe buzele ei,chiar si in ultimul moment,cand ultima suflare i`a parasit trupul secatuit de dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-7228657812781545813?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7228657812781545813/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/ultimul-sarut.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7228657812781545813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7228657812781545813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/ultimul-sarut.html' title='Ultimul sarut'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1qZ43DdNL0/TkQ-YJr6oVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zN5GJ9bJtW4/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-8344183375647200440</id><published>2011-08-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:32:22.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantoma</title><content type='html'>  Franturi de cuvinte intiparite intr`un colt intunecat al mintii,bubuituri aspre in pieptul ei firav. Ramasite de scrum ,ramase din sentimentul ars..Pasea usor,cu atata gratie. Trupul ei micut abia atingea pardoseala scrijelita cu un varf de cutit.Ce scria? nimic descifrabil,inteligibil..doar un amalgam de zgarieturi facute in noptile lungi,in care doar lumina lunii si durerea strabateau camera.In rest intuneric.&lt;br /&gt; Cauta ceva,insa era atat de confuza incat nu stia ce.&lt;br /&gt; Se invartea prin camera goala,ca un titirez..Refuza sa`si stabileasca o directie,o tinta..pur si simplu se invartea in cercuri minuscule.&lt;br /&gt; Era bantuita de teama,de neliniste..La cel mai mic zgomot ciulea urechile,si inima i se strangea in pieptul micut.Oare de ce atata teama? &lt;br /&gt;  Simtea ca se apropie ceva,si s`a ghemuit in patul subred,ascunzandu`si trupul in patura imbaxita de amintiri.Astepta ca si cum ar stii ca ziua de maine nu`i va mai apartine..Ca nu va mai vedea soarele strabatand draperiile.&lt;br /&gt; Cateva bubuituri puternice,stateau sa sparga usa.A inghetat de frica.Abia ca`si mai aducea aminte sa respire. O silueta supla,inalta a sfasiat intunericul..Era el,cel care o chinuise atatia ani fara pic de mila sau remuscare.A ramas incremenita ca o stana de piatra.Sufletul tipa in interiorul ei,dorind sa strige dupa ajutor,insa cuprinsa de spasmele fricii,nu putea decat sa stea cu ochii atintiti asupra lui si sa astepte. Fara pic de mila el a scos ceva din buzunar..A scos sentimentele frumoase pe care ea i le daruise odinioara,si le`a izbit de pardoseala..Ii placea s`o vada suferind,se hranea cu durerea ei pana cand a lasat`o fara pic de vlaga.&lt;br /&gt;  A intors spatele si`a plecat,calcand in picioare corpul ei fraged,lasand`o acolo,intinsa pe parchetul prafuit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-8344183375647200440?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8344183375647200440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/fantoma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8344183375647200440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8344183375647200440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/fantoma.html' title='Fantoma'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3598701841768485846</id><published>2011-08-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:51:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp</title><content type='html'>Dragostea fiind o intalnire dureroasa si paradoxala a fericirii cu disperarea,&lt;br /&gt;el e prea neincapator excesului ei uman.De aceea,de cate ori te trezesti din iubire&lt;br /&gt;pare ca ti`a putrezit timpul prin nu mai stiu ce inima. Ea nu e asemanatoare frunzelor &lt;br /&gt;nici pe departe. Acestea cad,putrezesc,si se imbiba in pamantul moale,tinandu`i de cald. Dar cand o dragoste putrezeste,ce lasa in urma? Franturi de nimic,un abis,un intuneric interminabil si infricosator,care rascoleste si distruge tot ce aveai mai bun in tine. Ii place sa lase haos in urma,sa calce in picioare frumusestea sentimentului.Si ura care a ramas in urma,se infiltreaza in fiecare vena,in fiecare capilar,strabatandu`ti intregul corp,si storcand din el seva sperantei,care nutrea fericirea alta data..&lt;br /&gt; Si simti ca mori,refuzi sa respiri,dar daca stai sa te gandesti..dupa atata amar de vreme de cand se moare,viul a capatat probabil obisnuinta de a muri;fara de care nu s`ar explica de ce o insecta sau chiar omul,ajung dupa cateva sclifoseli,sa crape atat de demn. Si atunci te gandesti ca n`are rost nici sa traiesti,dar nici sa mori..Si pici intr`o agonie eterna,cauzata de o dragoste efemera,care s`a incapatanat sa iti sparga sufletul si sa`l imprastie in toate colturile lumii.&lt;br /&gt; Obisnuiai sa crezi in basme? in povesti cu "happy ending"..nu exista asa ceva,cel putin eu inca n`am reusit sa "fug cu printul":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3598701841768485846?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3598701841768485846/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/timp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3598701841768485846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3598701841768485846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/timp.html' title='Timp'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6344403839915699478</id><published>2011-08-06T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T04:59:28.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OBaKAwmT1o/Tj0shhjTgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ccfO125_tdc/s1600/lacrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OBaKAwmT1o/Tj0shhjTgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ccfO125_tdc/s400/lacrima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637711262991483442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incercat`am sa inteleg de unde vin lacrimile.&lt;br /&gt;Si m`am oprit la sfinti..Sa fie ei responsabili de&lt;br /&gt;stralucirea lor amara? Cine ar sti?Se pare insa ca lacrimile&lt;br /&gt;sunt urmele lor.Nu prin sfinti au intrat ele in lume,&lt;br /&gt;dar fara ei nu stiam sa plangem din regretul paradisului.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa vad o singura lacrima inghitita de pamant...&lt;br /&gt;Toate apuca,pe cai necunoscute noua..Numai durerea precede&lt;br /&gt;lacrimile.Sfintii n`au facut altceva decat sa le reabiliteze".&lt;br /&gt;                             [Emil Cioran-Lacrimi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6344403839915699478?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6344403839915699478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/lacrimi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6344403839915699478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6344403839915699478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/lacrimi.html' title='Lacrimi'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OBaKAwmT1o/Tj0shhjTgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ccfO125_tdc/s72-c/lacrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5013897437680047180</id><published>2011-08-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:46:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albastru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smp9rLmyNu4/TjxIjR3vR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EMEBK25ZQt4/s1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smp9rLmyNu4/TjxIjR3vR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EMEBK25ZQt4/s400/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637460604490827666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albastru..Un albastru atat de limpede si placut,dar atat de tulbure si zbuciumat &lt;br /&gt;in acelasi timp.Un albastru cristalizat,care iti da impresia la cea mai mica&lt;br /&gt;privire ca sta sa se sparga in mii de bucati taioase,gata gata sa iti taie respiratia!&lt;br /&gt; Felul in care priveste,iti da fiori,din cap pana in picioare..Iti inspira teama,&lt;br /&gt;durere si placere in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;  Iti pleci pleoapele cu grija,si le deschizi la fel de lent,de teama ca nu cumva&lt;br /&gt;sa dispara,si sa ramai pustie.Ramai impietrita de durere,atunci cand albastrul dispare,si soarele nu se mai vede,din cauza norilor furiosi care distrug totul in cale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5013897437680047180?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5013897437680047180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/albastru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5013897437680047180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5013897437680047180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/albastru.html' title='Albastru'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smp9rLmyNu4/TjxIjR3vR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EMEBK25ZQt4/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6177193227281329164</id><published>2011-08-05T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T07:21:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BO3YTVOzTQ/Tjv8bIQR2CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GOuUHgd9G3k/s1600/net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BO3YTVOzTQ/Tjv8bIQR2CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GOuUHgd9G3k/s400/net.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637376901586737186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna dimineata soare! Azi m`am trezit cu o stare de melancolie care intr`un fel ciudat imi aduce liniste sufleteasca.O multitudine de sentimente complexe m`au inabusit in ultima vreme.Sentimente de placere,emotie,bucurie care din cand in cand sunt strapunse si umbrite de tristete! &lt;br /&gt;  Bataile inimii mele trepideaza alert,si simturile mi`au luat`o razna.Nebuna, bate de parca vrea sa sara din pieptul meu.Ce nu`i convine? De ce vrea sa plece? cauta ceva ce nu gaseste la mine? Se izbeste atat de tare incat ma sperie.Se aseamana cu valurile marii care se izbesc puternic de tarmul moale,incercand sa`l devoreze,dar totusi intr`un mod placut.&lt;br /&gt;  E atat de lacoma,imi da senzatia ca vrea totul dintr`o data,a obosit sa se hraneasca doar cu jumatati de masura,vrea totul sau nimic.&lt;br /&gt;  Mai tare ma intristeaza ca nu am certitudinea zilei de maine,nu stiu daca`i pot oferi tot ce are nevoie pentru a radia de fericire.Inca mai are fisurile trecutului,inca se reface si spera ca el s`o ajute sa isi vindece cangrena care a macinat`o atat amar de vreme.&lt;br /&gt; Nu cere atat de mult, doar intelegere,incredere si afectiune.Atat! Tanjeste dupa acel ceva special dupa care a varsat atatea lacrimi de`a lungul timpului.Atat nimic mai mult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6177193227281329164?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6177193227281329164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6177193227281329164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6177193227281329164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BO3YTVOzTQ/Tjv8bIQR2CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GOuUHgd9G3k/s72-c/net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1441468454205628986</id><published>2011-08-04T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:07:13.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperante</title><content type='html'>Esti constient ca fiecare final,fie el tragic sau fericit are in fata un prezent mai bun ,poate un nou inceput in care ti`ai promis ca o iei de la capat, si nu mai gresesti unde o facusei in trecut.Si`ti zici "Acum gata promit ca n`o sa mai fac aceeasi tampenie", dar ciudat e ca aproaape intotdeauna ajungi sa faci aceleasi greseli doar ca gravitatea lor e putin mai mare ca prima data. Cica trebuie sa inveti din greselile altora ca e mult mai usor,insa tind sa cred ca e mult mai bine sa inveti din propriile erori,si sa fii constient data viitoare,cand simti pericol sa`l eviti.Si acum simt un gol in stomac,ceva ma framanta insa mi`am promis ca o sa fie bine , ca o sa fiu fericita,si incerc sa imi impun singura,ca toate lucrurile isi vor lua cursul lin si nu voi ajunge iar cu inima in bucati,pentru ca doare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1441468454205628986?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1441468454205628986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sperante.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1441468454205628986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1441468454205628986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sperante.html' title='Sperante'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-2465041753858330712</id><published>2011-07-05T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:59:56.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zile grele</title><content type='html'>In ultima vreme, viata s`a incapatanat sa imi joace feste,si m`a pus la incercare in diferite forme. Daca am reusit sa depasesc incercarile sau nu o sa imi dau seama mai tarziu. Acum sunt inca destul de confuza, inca n`am reusit sa sparg bariera dintre bine si rau, n`am reusit sa risipesc norii ca sa pot vedea soarele ca altadata. Increderea mea e inca speriata, si in unele momente am simtit c`o pierd de tot,insa am tinut cat am putut de ea.Ma simt ca un copil care invata sa mearga, si paseste cu frica. Stiu insa ca timpul le va vindeca pe toate,si imi va arata incotro sa merg. Pana atunci nu`mi ramane decat sa astept...sper ca asteptarea asta va aduce cu ea si ceva bun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-2465041753858330712?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2465041753858330712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/07/zile-grele.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2465041753858330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2465041753858330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/07/zile-grele.html' title='Zile grele'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3068143242378448903</id><published>2011-06-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:16:41.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting..</title><content type='html'>Banuiesc ca toti oamenii stiu cum e asteptarea, si daca au cunoscut acest sentiment, cred ca si ei stiu ca asteptarea omoara orice, te distruge incetul cu incetul, fara sa tina cont ca in tine zace un suflet peste care au nins atatea greutati de`a lungul timpuli. Un suflet poate fi tanar la 80 de ani, insa poate fi batran, si subred la o varsta frageda. Depinde ce`ti rezerva soarta. &lt;div&gt;  Stii cum e sa astepti, sa te uiti din clipa in clipa spre usa, si sa speri ca aceasta se va deschide din nou? sau sa asculti linistea care te inconjoara ,sperand ca soneria telefonului s`o patrunda dintr`un moment in altul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Si`atunci cand suna.. sute de fiori iti cuprind trupul, si rasuflii usurat, stiind ca persoana cea mai draga, persoana in fata careia ti`ai deschis sufletul de`atatea ori, si pe care o iubesti mai mult decat pe tine inca e acolo, si timpul nu ti`a rapit`o! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Asa sunt facuti oamenii de astazi, si banuiesc c`asa au fost facuti dintotdeauna. Eu cel putin ma bucur de cele mai marunte lucruri, si le pretuiesc ca si cum "maine"nu exista . Insa cel mai de pret lucru pe care am invatat sa`l pretuiesc de aproape doi ani este sufletul tau., pe care am incercat sa`l ocrotesc inca din primele clipe. Si stiu ca uneori am dat gres, si mi`a parut rau.. insa n`am renuntat . Muncesc din greu pentru asta, insa cateodata ma plictisesc sa muncesc din greu si`mi impun mie ca trebuie sa MUNCESC MAI MULT DECAT ATAT daca vreau ca sufletul tau sa doarma linistit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3068143242378448903?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3068143242378448903/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3068143242378448903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3068143242378448903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3749306214911083003</id><published>2011-06-16T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:42:25.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp</title><content type='html'>Timpul asta nu mi`e prieten deloc. Cand am nevoie sa stea in loc ,macar pentru cateva secunde , parca fuge de mine si cand vreau sa treaca de parca n`ar fi .. sta in loc si imi rade in fata. &lt;div&gt;  Se spune ca timpul nu asteapta pe nimeni, ca nu sta in loc, si ca toate lucrurile trebuie facute la timpul lor. Nu lasa pe maine ce poti face azi? .. Acum de ce stai pe loc timp? de ce nu fugi ca pana acum? E greu.. cand asteptarea iti apasa sufletul, si`ti vine sa lasi tot si sa pleci, dar nu poti pentru ca stii ca astepti ceva, ce`i al tau! Ceva ce nici macar timpul nu poate sa`ti rapeasca :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3749306214911083003?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3749306214911083003/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/timp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3749306214911083003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3749306214911083003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/timp.html' title='Timp'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5937365393227312111</id><published>2011-05-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:15:22.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi e despre noi</title><content type='html'>Cu mult timp in urma,obisnuiam sa merg pe conceptul "Azi e despre mine", insa acum spun cu desavarsire "Azi e despre NOI". Inainte, nu aveam standarde,nu aveam limite, cerul era limita mea,insa de cand ai aparut in viata mea , limita mea esti tu. &lt;div&gt;  Cateodata simt ca imi ingheata sufletul, iar inima se opreste in loc, refuzand sa pompeze sangele prin vene. Un amestec de stari, se confrunta inlauntrul meu: iubire, durere, dor.. Si cand lumea in jurul meu, isi urmeaza cursul ei obisnuit, eu prefer sa ma opresc intr`un loc, chiar daca toti ma vad, nu`mi pasa. Sunt diferita, pentru ca am parte de cineva, care m`a invatat unde e limita dintre bine si rau, dintre minciuna si adevar. Cei din jur ma vad ,probabil, ca pe un om simplu, obisnuit, eu insa stiu ca sunt speciala, pentru ca am parte de ceva deosebit, ceva ce ei nu vor obtine niciodata,pentru ca ei privesc cu ochii, nu cu sufletul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Timpul asta nebun, trece de parca ar sta in loc,si vantul de`afara imi zgarie ranile , insa nu vreau sa renunt, o sa fie bine in cele din urma. Stiu asta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "In dragoste si in razboi totul este permis". Cateodata tind sa cred ca dragostea in sine este un razboi. Cum oamenii de pe front, sunt expusi tot timpul pericolului, si se afla in fiecare secunda, in bataia gloantelor,la fel se intampla si in cazul dragostei. Invidia si ura celor din jur  joaca rolul gloantelor, o singura vorba de`a lor, spusa din frustrare si rautate, poate fi fatala. Insa nu poate niciodata sa distruga o iubire nascuta din sentimente pure, pentru ca aceasta naste odata cu ea increderea, siguranta de a ne avea unul pe altul.In doi este mult mai usor. Pentru ca tu nu esti jumatatea mea, esti totul pentru mine. You and me we`ll be alright! Te iubesc :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/5022827145783909753-5937365393227312111?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5937365393227312111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/05/azi-e-despre-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5937365393227312111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5937365393227312111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/05/azi-e-despre-noi.html' title='Azi e despre noi'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-506666770027800675</id><published>2011-01-21T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T04:28:54.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietene?</title><content type='html'>E competitiva, e si invidioasa, te jigneste, te saboteaza, si totusi, sunteti bune prietene. Aveti cam aceleasi gusturi, va distrati bine impreuna. Se poarta relatiile doi in unu, prietene si rivale in acelasi timp.La 12 ani cea mai buna prietena era lucru “sfant”. La 22 de ani, tiparele foarte clare ale copilariei si-au pierdut contururile si imaginea mai pragmatica a prieteniei cu doua taisuri, a amicitiei ambivalente “contaminate” cu invidie, gelozie si nesiguranta, si-a dovedit suprematia. Toate am vazut “Liceenele din Beverly Hill si Fete Rele”, unde se trateaza subiectul amicei invidioase si toate trecem prin liceu, unde falsele prietene ne pandesc la tot pasul. Stim cu cine avem de-a face! Ba mai mult, intelegem natura acestor relatii duplicitare, pentru ca am avut asemenea prietene dintotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;Ai avut si tu parte probabil de astfel de specimene  in primul an de liceu! Stiai ca te detesta pentru ca tu erai buna la mate si ea era “varza” cu cifrele. Si cu toate acestea, insista sa se numeasca prietena ta. Oriunde te duceai era si ea prezenta, nu pierdea nici o ocazie de a-ti face complimente gratuite si desigur nesincere. Si da ii faceai temele, chiar si dupa ce i-ai descoperit adevarata natura. De ce? Pentru ca uneori chiar o simteai apropiata si va intelegeati foarte bine, iar tu nu vroiai sa pierzi asta. Asa ca ai apelat la compromisuri, atat cat s-a putut…&lt;br /&gt;Aceste legaturi se nasc de obicei intre femei si barbati, cei din urma fiind mult mai rapizi in a “scapa” scurt si la obiect de un “artificial”. Asta pentru ca in cazul femeilor, partea negativa din relatia de iubire/ura nu este de fapt ura, ci invidie, nesiguranta sau gelozie. Diferenta dintre un prieten fals si un prieten e doar o chestiune “graduala”. Intrebarea e pana la ce nivel poate fi cineva competitiv, invidios, critic si meschin?&lt;br /&gt;Care este deci limita peste care nu trebuie sa treci? Ca sa afli raspunsul fa un test simplu, gandeste-te cum te simti dupa ce te intalnesti cu respectiva “amica”. Iti este bine, zambesti sau simti furie, neliniste si neputinta? Daca te enerveaza faptul ca iti petreci timpul cu ea, te oboseste si te frustreaza, atunci este clar ca scoate tot ce e mai rau din tine si acesta ar trebui sa fie primul semnal de alarma!&lt;br /&gt;Dar cum altfel mai poti recunoaste o falsa prietena? Cum separi graul de neghina? Iata cateca metode simple si eficiente: Te jigneste “fara sa vrea” iar tu te trezesti mereu cautandu-i scuze? Te lasa balta atunci cand ai cu adevarat nevoie de ea, iar tu te gandesti ca poate chiar i-a fost cu neputinta sau a avut o problema mai serioasa decat a ta. O surprinzi uneori furioasa si nemultumita de faptul ca tu ai avut succes intr-un anumit domeniu si crezi ca poate e stresata. Iti critica toti iubitii si te jigneste si pe tine ca i-ai ales. Chiar daca nu o face constient, asta nu inseamna ca-i poti trece cu vedere egoizmul.&lt;br /&gt;Iti place de ea cam la fel de mult pe cat o detesti pentru felul ei de a fi. Este posibil sa aiba la fel de multe calitati pe cat are defecte. Uneori simti ca te intelege si ca iti poti impartasi gandurile cu ea, dar alteori ai impresia ca nu te cunoaste deloc. Comparata cu alte amice nu le ajunge nici la degetul mic. Nu-i asa? Ba mai mult, pe oricine intrebi, te sfatuieste sa stai cat mai departe de ea, ca nu e o persoana pe care sa te poti baza. Poate nu e dracul chiar atat de negru, dar mai bine sa te asiguri tu de adevarul acestui proverb.&lt;br /&gt;Miss egoism.Imi pasa doar de mine! Aceasta sufera de un Ego “marit”si ii este pur si simplu imposibil sa vada mai departe de sfera propriilor griji.Desi la prima vedere pare sa fie o buna prietena,chiar si atunci cand se intereseaza de tine, de fapt, in spate se ascunde un interes propriu. Ai grija!&lt;br /&gt;Vesnicul bat din roata ta! Vrei sa te lasi de fumat si ea te imbie cu o tigara,esti la cura de slabire si ea comanda tort de ciocolata,de fiecae data cand vrei sa`ti imbunatatesti viata ea te “ajuta” sa renunti la astfel de idei prostesti.Chiar daca o face fara sa`si dea seama,incearca sa vorbesti cu ea si sa`i arati ca nu te ajuta astfel.&lt;br /&gt;Barfitoare cronica.Totul trebuie spus! Orice ii spui,in mai putin de cateva ore ,stie toata lumea.Nu se poate abtine sa nu impartaseasca totul cu toti,chiar si secretele tale cele mai intime.Se poate sa fie vorba de o boala.Nu`i mai furniza “material” .Pana la urma tu esti cea care are de suferit.&lt;br /&gt;Ce`i al tau e si al ei..intotdeauna.Conceptia ei : totul la comun! ăăă nu chiar totul-totul,doar tot ce e al tau. Nu`i e jena sa profite de tine ,cu scuza ca sunteti foarte bune prietene,dar atunci cand ai nevoie de ea , se face nevazuta.Nu te lasa dusa de val de etuziasmul ei molipsitor.De fapt vrea decat sa profite de tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-506666770027800675?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/506666770027800675/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/prietene.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/506666770027800675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/506666770027800675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/prietene.html' title='Prietene?'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-504520991444779653</id><published>2010-12-21T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:23:04.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi`am ascuns sufletul in palma..</title><content type='html'>... Mi-am ascuns sufletul in palma&lt;br /&gt;De teama ca l-ai putea gasi&lt;br /&gt;si ai sa vezi tristetea din el&lt;br /&gt;Dar atunci cand palma mi-ai atins&lt;br /&gt;sufletul meu a tresarit, speriat ca ai sa-l descoperi&lt;br /&gt;L-ai luat,i-ai zambit,&lt;br /&gt;Si i-ai spus:&lt;br /&gt;Nu te speria!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt aici cu tine!&lt;br /&gt;Tacut ,te-ai asezat in fata lui&lt;br /&gt;Si l-ai citit ca pe o carte ,fila cu fila&lt;br /&gt;In serile tarzii si in noptile cu luna plina&lt;br /&gt;Ai sorbit cuvant cu cuvant&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand,fara sa iti dai seaama,&lt;br /&gt;L-ai imbratisat si l-ai strans la pieptul tau&lt;br /&gt;A adormit linistit..&lt;br /&gt;Candva as vrea sa`mi descoperi sufletul asa cum e el..Cu frumos si uratime, si sa`i tii de cald, sa`l cuprinzi in pumn ,sa nu`l lasi nicicand sa zboare..Eu sunt tacere si zgomot in acelasi timp.Dorul de tine m`apasa,si ma zgarie`n inima vantul, se`agata cu disperare,parca vrea sa`mi sopteasca ceva insa eu nu pot sa`l inteleg.Scrijeleste numele tau pe inima mea, si`n rani urla dorul de tine..&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand razele soarelui ti-au mangaiat fata&lt;br /&gt;Iar sufletul meu....s-a trezit fericit!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-504520991444779653?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/504520991444779653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/miam-ascuns-sufletul-in-palma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/504520991444779653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/504520991444779653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/miam-ascuns-sufletul-in-palma.html' title='Mi`am ascuns sufletul in palma..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-7258937283120423680</id><published>2010-09-15T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:48:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>Septembrie picura cu dragoste, si ploua peste mine cu fericire si zambete, cerul se revarsa`n poalele mele si stelele`mi impletesc parul.. Sa ma intreb "de ce?" n`are rost, stiu deja! Ca am slabiciuni, e`adevarat, dar pot trece peste ele.. insa una singura imi ramane permanent in corp, si ma molipseste, mi se revarsa`n sange, si`mi contagiaza trupul, ma face sa tremur fara sa`mi fie frig, ma face sa rad fara sa am motiv.&lt;br /&gt;   Imi gadila talpile chiar daca deseori ajung desculta`n spini, ma ridica , imi da putere, ma face sa fiu Eu asa cum n`am fost niciodata. Si parca nu ma recunosc, parca sunt alta persoana , un "eu" pe care il cunosc si totusi mi`e strain. Datorita tie sunt astazi aici, si acum.si`ti multumesc .. Made to love you ! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-7258937283120423680?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7258937283120423680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/09/x.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7258937283120423680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7258937283120423680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/09/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-8280027755171748792</id><published>2010-06-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:56:16.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Merg pe`un singur drum acelasi drum care odata era prafuit, acum parca s`a netezit.&lt;br /&gt;pasesc pe lespezile iubirii, si pas cu pas tresar,simt ca un ritm alert&lt;br /&gt;imi cuprinde inima&lt;br /&gt;simt ca te gasesc. Parfumul buzelor tale se scurge incet pe bustul meu gol. Ti se reflecta&lt;br /&gt;luna`n ochi si ma molipsesc de tine . Un zambet cald mi`alunga tristetea.Nu poate fi clipa&lt;br /&gt;de tristete langa tine , nu exista. Ma faci sa plutesc, imi dai aripi. Decat sa merg singura&lt;br /&gt;pe`un covor rosu, prefer sa mergem impreuna pe`un drum pietruit, sa ma impiedic de fiecare&lt;br /&gt;piatra, sa cad, dar sa stiu ca esti acolo sa ma ridici mereu, Nu poti sa cazi cand ti pe cineva&lt;br /&gt;de mana. As reusi sa mut muntii din loc doar pentru`un gram de fericire,&lt;br /&gt;doar sa te vad zambind! Mi`ai redat razele de soare de mult pierdute neguri de timp, mi`ai&lt;br /&gt;redat speranta care se naruise fara preget, m`ai ridicat din neant si mi te`ai daruit.&lt;br /&gt;Mi`ai spus ca suntem facuti sa fim impreuna, ca nu exista unul fara altul.Nici cele mai grele&lt;br /&gt;furtuni nu te`au indepartat din viaata mea, pentru ca un singur fulger a fost de`ajuns&lt;br /&gt;sa ma vezi si sa stii ca m`am nascut pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;De mi`ar spune cineva c`ai sa pleci si nu te vei mai intoarce, l`as arunca in mare&lt;br /&gt;sa fie purtat de valuri, sa pluteasca in deriva pana ultima picatura de vlaga&lt;br /&gt;i se scurge din corp. N`as rezista o secunda fara sa stiu ca undeva acolo cineva ma iubeste!&lt;br /&gt;si nu oricare cineva, un "cineva" special , un cineva facut doar pentru mine:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-8280027755171748792?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8280027755171748792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/merg-peun-singur-drum-acelasi-drum-care.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8280027755171748792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/8280027755171748792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/merg-peun-singur-drum-acelasi-drum-care.html' title='love'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5018027062869304054</id><published>2010-02-07T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:42:47.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Oanac2007/1effa1a3f3e7fe.swf"&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;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=206&amp;titluEmbed=Pink%20-%20Who%20Knew"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Oanac2007/1effa1a3f3e7fe.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=206&amp;titluEmbed=Pink%20-%20Who%20Knew"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ce`ti pasa tie de ce am postat melodia?.. &lt;br /&gt;  Am postat`o pentru ca am o stare naspa , stare de nervi de neliniste, o stare care ma face sa urasc tot ce imi iese in  cale!&lt;br /&gt;  Si da, am postat`o pentru ca mi se potriveste de minune, caracterizeaza situatia in care ma aflu acum! .. &lt;br /&gt;   Mi`e dor..Pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5018027062869304054?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5018027062869304054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5018027062869304054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5018027062869304054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html' title='who knew?'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-7145042351118590082</id><published>2010-02-01T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:47:46.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor..</title><content type='html'>Ma uit in gol,privesc undeva fara sa`mi dezlipesc privirea,fara sa preget,si privesc ore-n sir , ma mir, nici eu nu stiu incotro ma uit,de cine sau de ce imi este captata atentia! Si simt un gol care ma macina, ora de ora , zi de zi! &lt;br /&gt;   Ma simt atat de slaba , atat de pustie, simt ca lupt singura impotriva morilor de vant, impotriva tuturor. Si lumea se invarte`n jurul me, oamenii merg mai departe, dar eu raman tot aici.Timpul trece atat de repede pentru ceilalti, si atat de greu pentru mine,niciodata nu mi-a fost aliat, mereu am luptat in tabere diferite!&lt;br /&gt;   Fara vise , nu exista impliniri,sperante ..doar dezamagiri, deziluzii, inimi frante. Tine`ma de mana , strange`ma cu putere si nu`mi da drumul niciodata , nu ma lasa sa cad! La fiecare pas, vad umbra ta ..la fiecare adiere de vant,mirosul tau imi inunda narile,la fiecare ciripit de pasari parca aud vocea ta strigand dupa ajutor..! De ce sper ca fiecare dimineata sa fie un nou inceput? si sper degeaba..alta zi ,aceeasi chestie,acelasi dor,aceeasi durere care nu`mi lipsrea..Aceleasi lucruri se repeta iar si iar, la infinit! Simt ca lumea ma priveste cu ochi goi,de parca as fi o ciudata care alearga dupa ceva inexistent,dar eu stiu ca acel ceva exista, si e viu e palpabil, e capabil sa iubeasca , sa rada ! &lt;br /&gt;   Incerc sa rezist, cad iar si iar dar important e ca de fiecare data stiu sa ma ridic , mai puternica, altfel,cu capul sus! Mi`e dor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-7145042351118590082?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7145042351118590082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dor.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7145042351118590082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7145042351118590082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dor.html' title='Dor..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-497625819593982392</id><published>2010-01-29T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:36:32.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasa`ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S2MYGSMe4CI/AAAAAAAAADI/cnE8UI8bpPQ/s1600-h/28012010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S2MYGSMe4CI/AAAAAAAAADI/cnE8UI8bpPQ/s400/28012010097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432212071781425186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S2MWnd6jdMI/AAAAAAAAADA/lfHtLxwtM2s/s1600-h/28012010085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S2MWnd6jdMI/AAAAAAAAADA/lfHtLxwtM2s/s400/28012010085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432210442839880898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sa mentionez la inceputul postului meu superb unde eu imi exprim creativitatea si ideile mele cretine ca pozele sunt facute cu N95`u lu` Alecs ,care ma tortureaza sa mentionez..multumit acum bai Gilbert? :))&lt;br /&gt;   Creata bai ;;)&lt;br /&gt;   Si ce daca sunt creatza? si ce daca tie nu`ti place? nu ma intereseaza..e capul meu! Fac ce vreau..imi fac parul cum vreau.Nu ma intereseaza parerea ta! chiar nu :)&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma simt bine, ma simt tampita,vie,creata ! :)&lt;br /&gt;   Si rad , tip , sar in sus de fericire..azi nu`mi pasa de voi..Nu`mi pasa de nimeni!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu si buclele mele cretine care nu stau locului! Si daca nu ma asculta ,si daca vantul mi`l face valvoi ce? Te intereseaza? chiar vrei sa spui ca`ti pasa cum arat,ce fac,unde ma duc! Lasa`ma singura..lasa`ma acolo! Azi chiar nu`mi pasa,chiar nu vreau sa te aud! Dispari :) ..&lt;br /&gt;  Poti sa fi mama,prieten..oricine nu imi pasa! Lasa`ma sa ma bucur cand am chef,lasa`ma sa tip cat ma tin plamanii..Lasa`ma! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-497625819593982392?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/497625819593982392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/curly-pufa.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/497625819593982392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/497625819593982392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/curly-pufa.html' title='Lasa`ma!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S2MYGSMe4CI/AAAAAAAAADI/cnE8UI8bpPQ/s72-c/28012010097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5587676182442036876</id><published>2010-01-29T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:48:23.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand pierzi o mama..</title><content type='html'>Mama..ce lucru sfant,pur! &lt;br /&gt;   Toti avem o mama, toti o pretuim si o iubim tot ce`i mai bun! Ce e mai placut decat glasul cald al mamei care`ti sopteste noapte buna? ce e mai frumos decat mana mamei care se prelinge usor prin parul tau balai? &lt;br /&gt;    Nimic..&lt;br /&gt;   Si cand pierzi o mama ? atunci ce? ..&lt;br /&gt;Atunci totul se naruie,si lacrimile curg fara speranta de incetare..Te doare , te distruge,te seaca de puteri! incerci sa`ti revi..degeaba! N`ai cum!&lt;br /&gt;   La fiecare colt de strada,la fiecare cantec trist ,vezi chipul mamei..iti aduci aminte de fiecare amintire placuta! iti aduci aminte ca ea a fost acolo, si`apoi te`a parasit..Si iar plangi! &lt;br /&gt;   Pentru ce`a fost facuta mama? daca nu sa aiba grija de tine toata viata! Si`atunci te`ntrebi de ce`a plecat..cu ce`ai gresit!? Oare nu i`a pasat? oare mai e demna sa poarte numele de "MAMA"? &lt;br /&gt;   De ce n`a putut ramane langa tine? unde`i fericirea ei daca nu in sanul familiei,langa copiii carora le`a dat viata,pe care i`a iubit cu`atata grija?&lt;br /&gt;   Te doare..plangi , o rogi sa se`ntoarca,dar tot ce intoarce e spatele! Si`atunci inima ta se sparge in mii de bucati! Cum poti sa ranesti inima unui copil .. atat de tare? cum poti sa`ti spui mama daca pleci fara sa`ti pese? cum? &lt;br /&gt;   Decazi din drepturile de mama , decazi in ochii lumii..dar mai grav..Decazi in ochii propriului copil,sange din sangele tau,care`si pusese toata speranta in tine ,si tu ca o mama rea,ai ales sa i`o distrugi!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; Ascultati`o e geniala :) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dadiky/3895156dae1056.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dadiky/3895156dae1056.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rammstein-Mutter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5587676182442036876?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5587676182442036876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cand-pierzi-o-mama.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5587676182442036876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5587676182442036876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cand-pierzi-o-mama.html' title='Cand pierzi o mama..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1343935525640023008</id><published>2010-01-27T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:39:33.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>Femeia..multi va intrebati ce e femeia!? Oare exista definitie pentru aceasta fiinta ? Nascuta din nimic! nascuta din frumos,din lacrimi si fericire,din zambete si tipete..&lt;br /&gt;     Multi condamna femeia, asa a fost mereu..De la Adam ..femeia a fost vazuta cu ura,cu ranchiuna.Dar nu! &lt;br /&gt;     Femeile merita respect,o femeie in viata fiecaruia e ca focul,chiar daca i se intampla sa sufere,sa planga ,vointa sa invinge intotdeauna! &lt;br /&gt;    Suflet imbracat cu carne,unii vad in femei doar exteriorul,doar trupul ei superb ,pe care si`l insusesc cu vanitate,cu nepasare,si`apoi?..si`apoi ce? sunt date la o parte? Pentru ce? ..&lt;br /&gt;    Cand ranesti o persoana feminina ,gandeste`te ca si mama ta si sora ta,sunt tot femei! ..Si`atunci regreti! daca ar fi fost chiar ele.Doar gandul c`ai putea rani femeia ce ti`a dat viata iti zguduie gandurile, si te lasa sarac sufleteste!&lt;br /&gt;    Ce daca a gresit? ce daca a mintit, toti gresim,doar ca femeia mereu e condamnata,chiar credeti ca barbatul domina mereu? ca are mereu dreptate!? &lt;br /&gt;    Acestia isi insusesc mereu statutul de suprematie, dar nu se gandesc ca in spatele succesului lor,se afla mereu o femeie,care e acolo mereu ,facand tot ce`i sta in putinta..si pentru ce? Ca sa le fie lor bine? Oare se merita cateodata? ele sa fie tratate cu umilinta si cuvinte dure? &lt;br /&gt;    O femeie trebuie sa fie puternica dar totusi delicata,sa fie dura si totusi blanda,sa fie frumoasa,sa stie sa`si insuseasca feminitatea:) &lt;br /&gt;    Femeia e pata de culoare de pe o panza alba, e lumina de la capatul tunelului..Si cand iti e mai greu.in bratele cui alergi? in bratele ei bineinteles! Pentru ca orice ar fi ,femeia va invinge mereu:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1343935525640023008?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1343935525640023008/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/women.html#comment-form' title='29 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1343935525640023008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1343935525640023008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5646854358233503731</id><published>2010-01-26T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:52:47.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte..</title><content type='html'>Te vad in vis ..Si`atunci fericirea din launtrul meu e mai puternica decat mine, decat oasele mele pe care mi le scarnesti intr`o imbratisare, mereu dureroasa, minunata mereu..Sa stam de vorba, sa ne soptim, sa spunem cuvinte, taine pe ascuns, sa nu stie nimeni, sa nu auda , sa nu ne vada, sa zburam impreuna, sa ne tinem strans de mana, mai strans ca niciodata! &lt;br /&gt;     Sa ne coloram privirile cu lacrimi de fericire, sa ne imbujoram obrajii cu zambete inocente si largi! &lt;br /&gt;      Sa ne spunem cuvinte, lungi , sticloase ca niste dalti ce despart fluviul rece in delta fierbinte,ziua de noapte,cerul de pamant!&lt;br /&gt;    Sa`ti spun ca te iubesc cum nimeni n`a facut`o! Sa te pot strange`n brate iar si iar fara sa`ti dau drumul! Sa`ti sorb lacrimile din ochi , sa`mi potolesc setea cu sarutul tau dulce! &lt;br /&gt;     Te vad, te`aud , te simt, si nu ma satur..Mereu vreau mai mult! &lt;br /&gt;     Sa`mi trec mana firava prin parul tau bogat! S`acopar trupul tau gol cu mine! Sa`ti soptesc cuvinte ascunse , sa te fac sa rad impartasindu`ti ideile mele ridicole! Sa ma iubesti asa cum sunt, asa cum m`am nascut , goala, urata , nestiutoare! Ce bine ca esti..ce mirare ca sunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5646854358233503731?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5646854358233503731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuvinte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5646854358233503731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5646854358233503731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuvinte.html' title='Cuvinte..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1537773350139544523</id><published>2010-01-24T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:15:32.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfance :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19peclWNyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UD6yCdJBV4g/s1600-h/DSC03925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19peclWNyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UD6yCdJBV4g/s400/DSC03925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431175647421937442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am iarasi sase ani si jumatate. Fiti voi mari si importanti, si ocupati, si ingrijorati. Eu vreau sa cresc MICA!&lt;br /&gt;    Vreau ..o lume doar a mea..o lume fara rautate si prejudecati,fara gandul la ce se va intampla cu mine in ziua ce va urma..sau ce s`a intamplat in ziua precedenta! Am strans vise mii..in pumnul meu ..degeaba! Cine sa mi le implineasca..daca nu esti tu! ..&lt;br /&gt;   Si poate ca m`am pierdut..sau poate`am gresit drumul! poate trebuia sa raman copil ! sa am o jucarie de care sa ma bucur in fiecare secunda!..sa ma joc cu ea pana la epuizare..pana adorm cu ea in brate si ma trezesc iar..si ma joc din nou! Fara sa`mi fie teama ca `mi va fi luata! de timp ,de oameni ..sau de orice..!&lt;br /&gt;    Sa ma bucur de fiecare clipa..de fiecare detaliu!..Sa rad la orice chiar daca e amuzant sau nu!&lt;br /&gt; Lasa`ma acolo..lasa`ma sa ma intorc in lumea aia colorata cu zambete si fericire!&lt;br /&gt;      Fiti voi mari si importanti..nu`mi pasa! nu vreau sa vad .. sa aud! nu mai vreau nimic!&lt;br /&gt;Mi`e dor de povestile alea de noapte buna..depanate de glasul cald al mamei!..Mi`e dor de mainile masive ale tatei care ma tineau in brate! Mi`e dor de tot! ..dar cel mai mult mi`e dor de mine ..asa cum eram!&lt;br /&gt;    Sa nu ma trezesc plangand fara sa vreau!...Fara sa plang atunci cand ceva ma loveste! ..Si stropi de ploaie`mi bat in geam!..si mi`e frica de secundele ce trec! ..As vrea sa dau timpul inapoi..Degeaba! timpul n`a fost niciodata de partea mea! ..mereu m`a ocolit..mereu a trecut prea repede! ..Dar acum trece greu! mult prea greu!...Si te caut prin vise..Dar nu te gasesc!&lt;br /&gt;     Unde esti copilarie!? ...Poate ca nici eu prin mii de vise nu stiu cum sa aleg visul meu! ...si mi`e teama de mine!..oare m`am pierdut?...oare m`am ratacit in propriile ganduri?..oare alerg spre nicaieri? ..oare!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1537773350139544523?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1537773350139544523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/copil.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1537773350139544523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1537773350139544523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/copil.html' title='Enfance :)'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19peclWNyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UD6yCdJBV4g/s72-c/DSC03925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5776751151450119746</id><published>2010-01-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:09:30.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acolo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19oFLh3JvI/AAAAAAAAACw/u-0mXuf3ENk/s1600-h/IMG_3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19oFLh3JvI/AAAAAAAAACw/u-0mXuf3ENk/s400/IMG_3691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431174113835558642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M`am saturat de iarna..Nu mai vreau!..Desi e atat de frumoasa ..si totul e atat de pur si de inocent,si..Frigul ala care `ti roseste obrajii..dand culoare zambetului tau ...degeaba! ..Parca mi`e dor de vara..! Mi`e dor..Marea te spala..te mentine curat tot timpul!..&lt;br /&gt;   As vrea sa "strang" iar marea`n brate..ce dor imi e sa stau intinsa printre valuri..sa pot saruta nisipul cald..! sa scrijelesc pe stanca uda cu o scoica..numele tau!...Mi`e dor!&lt;br /&gt;   Vreau la mare..sa aud cantece de dragoste soptite de valurile care se izbesc agale de tarm..in toiul unei nopti de vara! ..Vreau!&lt;br /&gt;    Si`as vrea sa privesc cerul ala senin..sa simt zambetul cald al stelelor..sa cada peste mine razele lunii cand apa imi mangaie fiecare centimetru din corp!..&lt;br /&gt;    Sa uit de toti..sa nu se uite nimeni la mine cu ochi ciudati si goi..acolo nimeni nu ma judeca..simt ca lumea e a mea! ..sa fiu singura..doar eu si marea!...Sa ne zambim in tacere,si sa plangem impreuna!&lt;br /&gt;     Marea..eu..soapte de iubire! si ganduri despre tine..vreau sa alergam impreuna pe plaja nemarginita..sa ne tinem de mana..sa fim doar noi doi! ...marea ne asteapta iubitule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5776751151450119746?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5776751151450119746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/acolo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5776751151450119746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5776751151450119746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/acolo.html' title='Acolo..'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/S19oFLh3JvI/AAAAAAAAACw/u-0mXuf3ENk/s72-c/IMG_3691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-2667364555905872936</id><published>2010-01-22T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:58:13.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m yours!</title><content type='html'>Mi`e tare greu! Ascult melodia noastra la infinit..fara sa ma satur vreodata de ea! A trecut putin..foarte putin..si totusi mi se pare o eternitate! O stare de neliniste ma prinde in lanturi..si ma strange cu putere..Nu vrea sa`mi dea drumul! nu...!&lt;br /&gt;    Si simt ca ma scurg usor..usor pana n`o sa mai exist! Dar continui sa sper! Timpul mi te`a rapit..dar stiu ca tot el mi te va aduce inapoi..candva!&lt;br /&gt;    "Ma simt ca un copil..de mult nu m`am mai simtit asa coplesita..si lacrimile curg in voia lor" ..nu le pot opri...nici nu incerc! oricum va fi in zadar! ...&lt;br /&gt;     Cine sunt eu fara tine? cine sunt eu daca nu sunt cealalta jumatate din intreg?..cine? Si fug intr`un cerc..fara sa ma opresc..fara sa ametesc! Alerg mereu! ...E ca o goana dupa "aur"...&lt;br /&gt;    Fiecare bataie a inimii mele,fiecare suflare,fiecare lacrima,fiecare zambet....iti sunt dedicate tie! Pentru tine m`am nascut..si pentru tine`as vrea sa mor!&lt;br /&gt;   Nimic nu ma doboara atunci cand am dragostea ta!.. si simt ca cerul se sfarama in mii de bucati! Dar eu vreau sa ramana intact! pentru ca ..traim sub acelasi cer..si aceeasi stea ne vegheaza! O sa ne fie bine ...o sa ne fie greu nu conteaza,n`am de gand sa`ti dau drumul! A ta pentru totdeauna!&lt;br /&gt;    Nu vreau sa zambesc pentru altcineva..nu vreau sa fiu tinuta`n brate de altcineva ..nu!&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa existe un alt NOI..! And I miss you so much! ..I give you my pain! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-2667364555905872936?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2667364555905872936/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2667364555905872936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2667364555905872936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-yours.html' title='I`m yours!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5556387623943446664</id><published>2010-01-19T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:06:20.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nedrept!</title><content type='html'>Nimic..nimic urat..un nimic care doare!&lt;br /&gt;de ce mereu ? cand ma simt atat de bine ,atat de fericita,atat de sus..ajung sa cad cu putere!&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi..aceleasi lacrimi carora nu le duceam dorul revin mereu..mai grele ,mai dureroase!&lt;br /&gt;Mereu..mereu din motive diferite aceeasi durere! De ce cand sunt fericita ..viata imi joaca feste.si te duce departe! Atata mizerie in interiorul meu! Si nu e drept..!&lt;br /&gt;   Incerc sa ascund..zambesc schitat sa dau impresia ca nu doare! oare reusesc? oare nu se observa expresia vaga de pe chipul meu?..&lt;br /&gt;   Caut in tine mereu un nou inceput! te intorci si pleci ..dar nu pleci fara sa te intorci! si mereu parca mai frumos, diferit dar mereu acelasi tu! Acelasi chip bland cu ochi mari imi readuce mereu zambetul uitat pe buze! imi reamintesti mereu cum era atunci! cand eram doar NOI si parca lumea era a noastra! "Si cand dragostea sopteste parca tot pamantu`i mut!"..&lt;br /&gt; Si cand pleci totul ingheata in jurul meu! devine urat,hidos,terifiant! si`atunci nu mai vreau nimic,nimeni nu ma intelege..ma inchid in mine si plang cu zambetul pe buze!&lt;br /&gt;  Nu stie nimeni ce simtim ..cata durere ramane atunci cand  pleci!..nu pentru ca vrei ci pentru ca TREBUIE!&lt;br /&gt;  Ma chinui sa`nteleg..degeaba! linistea mea se risipeste  odata cu tine..iar iubirea mea ramane in lacrima ce ti s`a scurs usor pe fata! Chipul tau! imi va fi dor sa`l atingi..sa`l vad si sa`mi dau seama din gesturi ce simti!&lt;br /&gt;  Ne va fi dor si doare! ..dar dorul asta..aduce cu el ceva bun care parca mai stirbeste uratenia distantei! aduce o dragoste mai puternica!&lt;br /&gt;  Cu fiecare plecare de`a ta..cu fiecare revenire ..ceva ne leaga mai tare! Si e un "ceva" inexplicabil pentru ceilalti..doar noi ii deslusim misterul!...doar noi! nu eu..sau tu..NOI! ..&lt;br /&gt; Mereu te`auzeam "de mult am incetat sa fiu doar eu..acum suntem NOI iubita!:X"&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi sa aleg lucrul cel mai bun ..din toate cate exista eu te`am ales pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca stiu..ceva imi spune ca nu exista altul mai bun!&lt;br /&gt;   Si iar plang! nu stiu de ce..dar o fac! Involuntar inima`mi porunceste si chiar daca doare ingrozitor ceva imi spune ca va fi bine! Stiu..e nedrept, e dureros, dar merita! si cand ma intreb de ce ..e simplu raspunsul il gasesc in tine ! in NOI!..&lt;br /&gt;    Tanjesc dupa tine..tanjesc dupa o clipa in care sa`mi zambesti si sa`mi spui in soapta "te iubesc!" ..asa cum o faceai atunci!..si simt ca asta se va intampla din nou! Imi va fi dor..imi va fi rece! .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5556387623943446664?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5556387623943446664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nedrept.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5556387623943446664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5556387623943446664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nedrept.html' title='Nedrept!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-3680971316485087955</id><published>2010-01-19T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T04:39:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new begining!</title><content type='html'>Si ai plecat!..nu ti`a pasat ..ai lasat`o acolo singura cu ale ei lacrimi..intr`un colt de abis! Pentru tine n`a existat durere , sentimente de remuscare ..doar telul tau a contat! ..i`ai luat totul..i`ai lasat doar nimicul ala urat..si cateva clipe de fericire pe care si le amintea cu greu! Gandurile ei se risipeau ca nisipul in desert ..ca valurile marii cand se lovesc de tarm! nu te`a durut? n`ai vrut sa o strangi in brate cu putere si sa nu`i dai drumul niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;    Tristete,suferinta,lacrimi, durere eterna ,si`un inacceptabil adio!..de ce ai lovit`o mereu cu minciunile tale meschine!? cum poti sa rostesti "te iubesc!" si`apoi sa dispari brusc?&lt;br /&gt;    Si plangea..plangea mereu! era singurul lucru pe care stia sa`l faca acum!..singurul lucru involuntar care`i reusea perfect! cu fiecare lacrima care se izbea puternic de obraz..ii aparea in gand o amintire..buna sau rea!..nu conta asta ..! Oricum ura stersese frumosul! .. nu te`ai gandit ca impreuna sunteti de neclintit? nu te`ai gandit ca amandoi sunteti plasmuiti din aceeasi materie?..erati facuti cu grija..din dragoste si fericire! nimeni nu`si imagina ca proveniti din uratul pamantului..din uratul ala din care si tu si eu si ea si ceilalti suntem facuti..era perfect pana te`ai gandit tu sa`i narui orice gand bun!&lt;br /&gt;    Acum a uitat sa zambeasca..pentru ca tu erai zambetul ei..din pacate ai preferat sa devii lacrimi! si nu de fericire!..pana si luna zambea cand va sarutati cu patima sub cerul de vara..ca o lacrima de clestar speranta si dragostea va uneau! ..erati un intreg care s`a rupt odata cu decizia ta stupida!..&lt;br /&gt;    Si`au trecut ani ..dar ea era nevazuta! statea inchisa intre 4 pereti ..acolo` te regasea in fiecare coltisor..in fiecare obiect! erai tu..doar tu! n`a existat si inca nu exista un altul pentru ochii ei!&lt;br /&gt;Inima ei nu accepta pe altcineva..! Si`ntr`un tarziu ti`ai dat seama..si`ai inceput sa te caiesti!&lt;br /&gt;te durea cumplit! acum simteai prin ce trece ea din clipa in care ai calcat pragul casei..si nu te`ai intors!..Si`ai fi vrut s`o strangi in brate sa`i spui ca o iubesti! dar gandul c`ai ranit`o si ca te`ar putea respinge ...ca niciodata nu va mai fi la fel te retinea!&lt;br /&gt;    Doreai cu patima sa fiti din nou impreuna! si te`ai intors acolo..ai gasit`o in acelasi loc in care o lasasei cu sperantele spulberate!..Si`ai revenit in viata ei..un altul! acelasi dar totul altul..te`ai schimbat in numele dragostei ..i`ai oferit o noua viata..un nou inceput!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-3680971316485087955?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3680971316485087955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-begining.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3680971316485087955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/3680971316485087955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-begining.html' title='A new begining!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1283481345204603990</id><published>2010-01-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:16:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film de groaza!</title><content type='html'>Luni..scoala , plictiseala cacaturi obisnuite! :))&lt;br /&gt;  Ajung acasa cu`al meu iubit! ..pai hai sa ne uitam la un film ..lipsa de ocupatie!&lt;br /&gt;Se apuca Pufa descarca The Grudge 2..pentru ca la primu` m`am uitat singura..ca na! daca toti se uita eu de ce sa nu? daca toti au sange eu sunt mai fraiera?! si m`am uitat..sa nu zic ca m`am speriat de moarte..si nu ca asta n`ar fi fost de ajuns..ce crezi c`a urmat? noapte alba in plm! ca visam zombie! :-? banal:)) oricum ..sa revenim ! cum spuneam "film de groaza cu`al meu iubit!"..&lt;br /&gt;Totusi..cand zici film de groaza asta inseamna sperieturi..chestii .lovituri in birou..cum sunt eu obisnuita:)).. da` numa` film de groaza n`a fost ala! ideea era ca trebuia sa ne speriem..sa ne bagam sub birou` de frica..da ` nuu..:))&lt;br /&gt;   S`a gandit el ..sa rada pe tooot parcursu` filmului:)).."ce faci iubita te uiti cum fac aia dus"?/:) ..:))&lt;br /&gt;"i`aute la ala frate..n`are bani de perdele.." =)) ma rog oricum a fost super!&lt;br /&gt;si filmu` din pacate s`a transformat in comedie!..de groaza am fost noi..ca nu ne puteam opri din ras! ..whateva` ..mai vreeau un film din asta..poate reusesc sa scap de vanatai! si ramane birou` intreg=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1283481345204603990?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1283481345204603990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/film-de-groaza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1283481345204603990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1283481345204603990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/film-de-groaza.html' title='Film de groaza!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1334447749588609353</id><published>2010-01-18T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:05:49.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La verite!</title><content type='html'>Seara obisnuita! stau iar in fata calculatorului degeaba..imi pierd vremea pe mess:-j ..&lt;br /&gt;totusi fac ceva bun! ascult Lara Fabian!- Ne lui parlez plus d`elle!..&lt;br /&gt; Piesa asta e cu adevarat geniala! imi da o stare de melancolie ..de liniste nu stiu..o stare confuza care totusi ma face sa ma simt bine..vie..indragostita!&lt;br /&gt;  Nu stiu! pur si simplu ador Lara Fabian! ma rupe de realitatea asta tampita si ma face sa visez cu ochii deschisi la ce n`as putea visa nici cand dorm! Are o voce calda.. imi ofera o stare de liniste sufleteasca! nu reusesc s`o gasesc in alta parte..! si totusi mint..linistea sufleteasca mi`o gasesc mereu..in aceeasi persoana cu ochii blanzi ! in EL!&lt;br /&gt;    "En decouvrant le mal&lt;br /&gt;     Qu` elle lui faisait pour son bie "..&lt;br /&gt; Cat adevar in doua versuri! cata realitate!..cateodata nu neaparat in povestile de dragoste care se termina urat! ma refer in general ,cei dragi nu inteleg ..ca uneori le facem rau spre binele lor..sau chiar involuntar! .. cu totii  stim ca dureaza ani pana castigi increderea cuiva..si cand vezi ca totul se naruie in cateva secunde parca iti vine sa te sinucizi..! oricum increderea pierduta se capata foarte greu! cu eforturi enorme ..si poate ca nici atunci nu reusesti pe deplin!&lt;br /&gt;  Incerc sa`mi gasesc locul pe scaunu` asta! si nu reusesc..ma fatai ma invart..degeaba..&lt;br /&gt;eh..si cand deschid browser`u si incep sa ascult Lara Fabian ma linistesc brusc! parca nu ma`ndur nici sa respir..vreau doar sa ma bucur de melodie..de versuri..mereu ma duce cu gandu` la EL..mereu imi aduc aminte cat ma iubeste..si cat de fericita sunt cand e langa mine! Daca as avea viata vesnica .as prefera sa traiesc cateva secunde in bratele lui..decat sa`mi intunec zilele singura pentru eternitate!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/camis/cc4c5e6affb66a.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/camis/cc4c5e6affb66a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lara Fabian....Ne lui parlez plus d'elle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1334447749588609353?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1334447749588609353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/seara-obisnuita-stau-iar-in-fata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1334447749588609353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1334447749588609353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/seara-obisnuita-stau-iar-in-fata.html' title='La verite!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-2001494770486399102</id><published>2010-01-13T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:41:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt pitipoanca deci exist!</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu cum sa incep..de unde si mai ales cu ce subiect!..Mi`e foarte greu pentru ca ma uit in jur si vad prea multe exemple de prostie abundenta! Cateodata ma apuca greata..teama ca o sa ne ducem dracu!&lt;br /&gt;   Ma gandesc sa mai scriu un articol despre "pitiponcime" ca altfel nu ma simt bine!&lt;br /&gt;unu singur nu e de ajuns! Cunosc o multime de fete PITIPOANCE! fetite care ar face orice sa atraga atentia ..sa fie bagate`n seama chiar si cu o ofensa ceva..! macar sa le acorzi cateva secunde din timpul tau pretios!&lt;br /&gt;  Sunt genul de fete "vai mama lor" care se cred "jm3" ..adica frate n`ajunge nimeni la nivelul lor! deci te rog nu incerca! au mintea prea odihnita si s`ar putea sa te bata cu experienta!..&lt;br /&gt;  In fine sunt un fel de "the balkan girls" din Plaietzu` city!&lt;br /&gt;  Dar totusi hai sa nu fiu chiar atat de rea si de critica! Cu toate ca`mi place sa fiu subiectiva in majoritatea circumstantelor! Sunt tot felu` de pitipoance in tot felul de locuri! Sincer unele au devenit asa poate datorita anturajului..unele se prefac pentru a se integra"cica".. dar sincer nu cred ca asta atrage popularitatea! Si unele au asta in sange asa s`au nascut ..:-? la naibaa fata`n puii mei..NU`I NIMENI CA ELE!&lt;br /&gt;    In cotidianu` monoton se gandesc ele sa aduca putin pigment si sa`si puna o tona de gloss ROZ pe "botic" ca altfel nu se poate! daca ar putea si`ar face buzele kilometrice ca sa fie pă trend!&lt;br /&gt;    Se implica in tot felu` de conflicte ..acuza pe nedrept! de ce credeti? simplu pentru atentie bai! nu se simt bine ignorate..si atunci ce "proceseaza" creierasul lor obosit!&lt;br /&gt;   - A pai sati ca zic eu ceva de asta..sa isc un scandal! si cand sunt intrebate "de ce"?&lt;br /&gt;"a pai sa veezi ca nu eu ca n`am facut ":-j pledeaza in rolul de victima fetitele ! se cred genii!&lt;br /&gt; De obicei curentu` asta de "dive" incepe asa prin liceu` cand devin boboace! si se gandesc sa abordeze totu`n forta..!&lt;br /&gt;    Auziti fetele aveti nevoie de o viata! .. pe care sincer o aveti dar nu v`ati dat inca seama!&lt;br /&gt;Sfat amical ma! incercati sa va traiti propria viata nu pe a altora!&lt;br /&gt;     Cum spuneam ! "SUNT PITIPOANCE DECI..EXIST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-2001494770486399102?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2001494770486399102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunt-pitipoanca-deci-exist.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2001494770486399102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2001494770486399102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunt-pitipoanca-deci-exist.html' title='Sunt pitipoanca deci exist!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1934406522857677691</id><published>2010-01-03T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:13:22.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My only!</title><content type='html'>Esti singurul care stie de unde vin si cine sunt cu adevarat imi stii povestea mai bine ca oricine ! Stii cel mai bine de ce stau aici asteptand! Te rog nu pleca ..Nu te grabi! sunt aici sa te fac fericit!..Stiu c`am facut multe greseli dar iti promit ca le voi indrepta! In sfarsit am gasit acel ceva care ma face sa simt ca traiesc!:x&lt;br /&gt;    Nu sunt aici sa spun ca`mi pare rau! nu sunt aici sa te mint! NU&lt;br /&gt;sunt aici sa spun ca sunt GATA sa ofer orice! am gasit ceea ce cautam! Nu ma aflu aici ca sa`ti dau drumu`..nu pot pierde dragostea ta! ea ma face fericita ..doar ea`mi reda zambetul pe buze!  N`am de gand sa renunt! o sa lupt pana cand iti voi castiga inima pentru totdeauna! Asta e tot ce`mi doresc! esti singura mea prioritate! Te rog ramai! esti flacara meru aprinsa! iar eu n`am de gand sa te las sa te stingi! NICIODATA! Am nevoie de tine ! Cand esti departe simt ca ma sufoc ! doar gandul ca te`as putea pierde ma distruge! Nu o sa incetez sa cred ca o sa ramanem impreuna! NU!! Cand spun ca te iubesc n`o spun pentru o saptamana o luna..un an! O spun pentru TOTDEAUNA!:x&lt;br /&gt;    "Ploua usor..Plange un nor&lt;br /&gt;      Iar eu sunt visator ..&lt;br /&gt;      La ploaia care danseaza&lt;br /&gt;       Si`un cantec fredoneaza :) ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Te iubesc! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1934406522857677691?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1934406522857677691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-only.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1934406522857677691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1934406522857677691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-only.html' title='My only!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-1204072621156039746</id><published>2009-12-30T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:58:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mereu aici! :X</title><content type='html'>Candva ..demult a existat un cuvant frumos : NOI !&lt;br /&gt;L`am pretuit atat de mult! l`am ocrotit cu tot ce aveam mai bun! Dar poate ca asta n`a fost de`ajuns! de ce? mereu aceeasi intrebare ..care ma distruge! "de ce ? " doua cuvinte atat de simple..si totusi cu o semnificatie atat de puternica! atat de puternica incat ma stoarce de putere ,de speranta! de tot ce am mai bun sau ma rog tot ce mi`a mai ramas din bunul de odinioara!&lt;br /&gt;  Aceasta intrebare si`a pus amprenta asupra mea atat de evident incat ceea ce cladisem impreuna cu atat efort! prin "sudoarea fruntii" s`a destramat! Si parca o parte din mine s`a rupt si`a ramas acolo! tanjea dupa fericire ..dupa o raza de lumina! se agata cu ultimile puteri de un vis spulberat! ea inca dorea sa faca parte din NOI!&lt;br /&gt;  Insa dezamagirea a cuprins acea parte din mine! a calcat`o in picioare! Ultima picatura de speranta s`a scurs incet,incet..poate pentru eternitate!...&lt;br /&gt;   Lumea se rupea in doua! totul se naruia odata cu mine!...Siroaie de lacrimi curgeau..impotriva vointei mele..! eram ca o marioneta manuita de simturi , de sentimente negative! totul era ura ,deznadejde,deziluzie! asta eram EU in acele momente de disperare!&lt;br /&gt;  Si ai plecat!.. desi erai tare departe ..simteam suflul tau cald la pieptul meu!..mana ta parca`mi deranja parul ca altadata! toate astea erau doar amintiri..scaldate`n lacrimi!&lt;br /&gt;    Timpul a trecut .. dar eu nu! eu am ramas tot aici asteptandu`te!&lt;br /&gt; Oare cat va mai dura! stiam ca orice sfarsit are un inceput! dar pentru mine se pare ca n`a fost asa! pentru ca tu ti`ai propus cu incapatanare sa ramai SFARSITUL meu!&lt;br /&gt;   Credeam ca ochii care nu se vad se uita! dar nici de data asta vorbele nu mi`au fost de folos! ai ramas intiparit in inima mea pentru totdeauna! &lt;br /&gt;     Acum..nu stiu cum ..cand unde si de ce! dar ti`ai permis sa apari din nou in viata mea! La inceput nu stiam DE CE!? poate ca nu vroiam sa aflu! dar inima`mi spunea altceva! fiecare din noi si eu si tu si ceilaltii merita macar o a doua sansa!  Si ti`am oferito! mi`ai spus ca ma iubesti! si NOI  a renascut mai frumos ca altadata!&lt;br /&gt;  Te`ai intors cu un scop! ..totul se intampla cu un scop! Absolut tot ! Ploaia cade pentru a scapa natura de arsita! Soarele rasare pentru a`ti mangaia pielea fina! Noaptea se lasa pentru a`ti odihnii ochii mari! Iar eu sunt aici pentru a te iubi! pentru ETERNITATE! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-1204072621156039746?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1204072621156039746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mereu-aici-x.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1204072621156039746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/1204072621156039746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mereu-aici-x.html' title='Mereu aici! :X'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5134571491335646684</id><published>2009-12-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:42:07.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima Iarna</title><content type='html'>Noapte adanca ..ger..foc mocnit in semineu!..&lt;br /&gt;  Dimineata..pe zapada proaspata cateva urme apasate de pasi greoi! erau urmele lui ..&lt;br /&gt;La inceput ea a crezut ca e doar o gluma..ca se va intoarce exact pe urmele lasate si va alerga in bratele ei deschise!..degeaba ..zilele treceau ca anii si speranta ei deja incepuse sa se naruie! Lacrimile curgeau ..nu doreau sa se opreasca..&lt;br /&gt;  Totul luase pentru ea o intorsatura brusca! simtea ca se distruge incet..molcom:|&lt;br /&gt;Nici in cele mai amare cosmaruri nu`si inchipuia ca cel pe care`l avusese..celui care i se daruise cu atata dragoste VA PLECA! &lt;br /&gt;  Dar el a plecat! poate ca fara sa priveasca inapoi...fara sa`i pese! nici macar un simplu ADIO nu i`a daruit!..&lt;br /&gt;   Usa casei se deschide..ea iese pe usa! slabita..fara pic de vlaga se scurge pe zapada proaspata..Si ramane acolo plangand cu lacrimi amare !&lt;br /&gt;  Credea ca timpul va vindeca ranile insa n`a fost asa!..&lt;br /&gt;zilele treceau soarele rasarea si apunea fara nici o speranta! nimic nu conta!&lt;br /&gt;EL era singura pata de culoare de pe panza murdara a sufletului sau!..si tot ce i`a ramas a fost o plaga incurabila!..&lt;br /&gt;   Anul viitor zapada a cazut din nou..Zapada ..sarbatori prilej de bucurie!..&lt;br /&gt;pentru ea era inca o zi fara el..o durere imensa ii sfarma sufletul!..un an de chin trecuse peste tineretea ei..a cazut din nou in zapada! doar ca de data asta inconjurata de picaturi de sange! &lt;br /&gt;    Poate ca el nu stie..singurul lucru lasat de ea ..a fost scris pe zapada "pana cand moartea ne va desparti!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5134571491335646684?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5134571491335646684/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/prima-iarna.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5134571491335646684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5134571491335646684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/prima-iarna.html' title='Ultima Iarna'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5841106424121447998</id><published>2009-12-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:22:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invazia pitipoancelor!</title><content type='html'>Ca tot ma uitam zilele astea pe lumea mondena a "haifaivului" la concursurile astea de Miss &amp; Mister si am ramas socata ,oripilata pe viata pot spune de ceea ce am vazut.! &lt;br /&gt;va intrebati ce presupun?! ..pai fetite de 12-13 ani.. isi posteaza pozele pe acolo si sa nu cumva sa vada vreo ofensa sau vreo critica la adresa lor ca e prapad frate!&lt;br /&gt; Sa vezi acolo revolta..si cand te astepti mai putin..apare punctu culminant..: AMENINTARILE ...Atunci devine cel mai incitant sa le vezi cum injura ..saracele! si dupa cateva minute de replici ieftine cedeaza pe motiv ca au treaba..! de fapt s`au consumat injuraturile de pe "gugal" si nu mai au pustoaicele inspiratie!&lt;br /&gt; Doamne ma apuca durerea de cap cand vad cate o pripasa d`asta..care vine direct de la gradinita pe haifaiv si isi traieste viata pe o pagina de net! E incredibil ..serios!&lt;br /&gt;  Cateodata imi pun intrebarea..daca mai au frati sau daca parintii nu le implora sa fuga de acasa!&lt;br /&gt;  Eu sa fi fost in locu` lor as fi fugit fara sa insiste nimeni ..m`as fi aruncat dracu` de rapa sa scap lumea de retarzi! .. Ne invadeaza pitipoancele bai!&lt;br /&gt;  Cand le vezi asa inapte mintal de la varste atat de fragede iti vine sa`ti iei campii!&lt;br /&gt;   Sa va dau un mic exemplu.. &lt;br /&gt;  Găzz'å IubEsTe Lå ĐýđđýŢż™ spune:&lt;br /&gt;Publicat la 16.12 12:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fa sa ma sugi de burta;;)&lt;br /&gt; Hai tarfelor dati add ca aici nu mai vb nimica&lt;br /&gt;  Vb pe mezz ca e mai frumos;;)&lt;br /&gt; Si nu e nevoie sa vb eu ca vb altii in locul meu(:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum spuneti si voi..cum sa nu ramai socat cand vezi atata prostie intr`un singur om!..Sincer eu sper ca aceste cocalare nu fac parte din rasa umana si nu vor contribui la perpetuarea speciei ca ne`am dat dracu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5841106424121447998?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5841106424121447998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/invazia-pitipoancelor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5841106424121447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5841106424121447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/invazia-pitipoancelor.html' title='Invazia pitipoancelor!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5054334622502181374</id><published>2009-12-10T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:01:00.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu ce drept?</title><content type='html'>De cand ai plecat totul s`a prabusit in jurul meu! A ramas doar o epava din ceea ce`a fost odata! Totul se cladise pe un val de minciuna! dar macar erai aici! stiam ca esti al meu ..ca are cine sa ma tina in brate atunci cand mi`e frig!&lt;br /&gt;  Acum totul a devenit uitare ..sau cel putin asta incerc de cand te`ai indepartat dintr`o data..fara sa`ti pese ca lasi in urma un suflet rupt in doua ..asa cum se topeste un cub de gheata ..in bratele meschine ale soarelui!&lt;br /&gt;  Ce fel de suflet ai?..marsav,crud ! cum ai putut sa darami totul atat de usor! ..mai usor decat distruge valul un castel de nisip! Asa cum lacrimile unui copil se revarsa in cascade cand mama sa il paraseste fie macar pentru un moment .. la fel sufletul meu parca se rupe in mii de bucati!&lt;br /&gt;  Inca imi mai aduc aminte vag primul sarut!..Poate acum ii oferi primul sarut alteia..poate ai uitat complet ca exist sau poate n`ai observat niciodata desi am fost langa tine atat amar de vreme!&lt;br /&gt;  Incercai sa`mi explici ca tot raul pe care mi l`ai provocat a fost spre binele meu..atunci cand ai ales sa pleci cu EA..Crede`ma mi`ar fi fost mult mai bine sa ramai aici..&lt;br /&gt;  Dar nu! tu ai plecat..ai luat cu tine ancora iubirii mele si m`ai lasat sa ma scufund in marea involburata! Ai umilit fericirea prin superficialitatea ta..prin felul tau indiferent de a fi!..Tot ce`mi bantuie gandurile acum..este doar cinismul tau! atat mi`a mai ramas de la tine! Partile tale bune..s`au sters de mult din amintirea mea ,sau poate ca n`au existat niciodata!..&lt;br /&gt;   Un suflet de copil nu poate indura atata suferinta! nu a fost plasmuit pentru a indura toate actiunile tale meschine! Cu ce drept ti`ai insusit dragostea mea si m`ai facut sa sufar?..cu ce drept ti`ai insusit titlul de calau si`ai ucis o iubire pura? &lt;br /&gt;   In fiecare zi aceeasi intrebare "ce faci esti bine?."&lt;br /&gt;si de fiecare data acelasi raspuns soptit "da..sunt bine.." niciodata spus sincer,cu toata convingerea..un raspuns banal dat pentru a masca interiorul plin de negura!&lt;br /&gt;   Incerc din rasputeri sa ma conving pe mine ca ai plecat..si nu exista cale de intoarcere! dar amintirea ta se incapataneaza sa ramana..asta ma scoate din minti! nu mi`ai lasat nimic bun! doar cateva saruturi sterse si un ramas bun! atat..nimic mai mult sau mai putin! &lt;br /&gt;   Poate odata..candva iti vei da seama de prezent si nu vei mai incerca sa traiesti in viitor..pentru ca nu vei reusi sa traiesti nici prezentul nici viitorul si vei ramane captiv in propriul trecut!..si poate ca te vei intoarce! nu`ti face griji..voi fi aici asteptandu`te pentru eternitate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-5054334622502181374?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5054334622502181374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-ce-drept.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5054334622502181374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/5054334622502181374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/cu-ce-drept.html' title='Cu ce drept?'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-9027724788482490697</id><published>2009-12-03T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:39:30.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu stii sau poate nu vrei sa vezi!</title><content type='html'>Picuri de ploaie se preling usor pe fereastra rece... Stau, stau ..asta fac de cateva zile,saptamani,luni!..Stau si astept ca cineva sa ma observe! Nu oricare ..un "cineva " special!..TU&lt;br /&gt; Cateodata ma gandesc oare pana cand? cat o sa mai am de asteptat..Stau in spatele tau,oriunde,oricand..tu nu ma vezi sau poate ca nu vrei sa ma vezi..!&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut sa merit asta..habar nu am! incerc sa`mi dau un raspuns la toate intrebarile! degeaba ..nu`l gasesc,si poate o sa`l gasesc in ziua cand o sa ma observi..cand o sa`ti dai seama ca EXIST, ca fiecare lacrima,fiecare suflare, este aici pentru tine!&lt;br /&gt; Credeam ca eu nu pot fi atinsa de sentimentul asta amar! credeam ca iubirea e frumoasa..credeam prost! pentru mine a devenit doar o asteptare eterna , zadarnica!&lt;br /&gt; In fiecare zi te vad prin ochiii`mi de copil ..te vad cu dragoste si ura , cu zambet si lacrimi in acelasi timp. La inceput credeam ca va fi efemer..Dar NU! tu te incapatanezi sa ramai ...sa`mi bantui visele si amintirile..sa sorbi din mine si ultima farama de vlaga,ultimul zambet..mi`ai luat tot , si nu ma mai recunosc..&lt;br /&gt;  Oare cat sa mai rezist..cat ai de gand sa ma mai chinui!..de ce nu vrei sa ma trezesti dimineata cu zambetul tau cald ,de ce nu vrei sa imi ti adapost atunci cand mi`e frig?..de ce nu vrei sa`mi redai speranta tinandu`ma in brate?&lt;br /&gt; Poate ma regasesti in fiecare EA..dar Ea e doar una..sunt Eu..Nimeni nu te va iubi asa cum o fac eu..nimeni nu`ti va putea oferi lacrimi si zambet in acelasi timp..Nimeni dar nimeni niciodata nu ti se va darui neconditionat..trup si suflet!&lt;br /&gt; Acum cine stie ce faci..unde esti?! aceleasi intrebari imi framanta gandurile zi de zi ,seara de seara. Nopti nedormite , zile triste! pentru ce? pentru TINE...De atata timp astept sa ma observi..Sa`ti dai valul ala obscur de pe ochiii`ti mari si sa vezi in fata lor pe cea care te asteapta de cand s`a nascut..Cea care ti`a fost menita tie...&lt;br /&gt; Nu vreau..nu! n`as putea sa traiesc chinul asta o viata intreaga.. Dar daca`as sti ca la finalul zilelor vei fi acolo ..pentru mine! atunci voi trece neobservata zi de zi ..pe langa tine.traind cu gandul ca poate odata..candva o sa te am!:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A fost scrisa din motive de plictiseala;))..&lt;br /&gt;si din alte motive dar asta nu conteaza ..btw nu ma regasesc in articolul asta!&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cl9axmrFnEc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/cl9axmrFnEc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/5022827145783909753-9027724788482490697?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9027724788482490697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-stii-sau-poate-nu-vrei-sa-vezi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/9027724788482490697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/9027724788482490697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-stii-sau-poate-nu-vrei-sa-vezi.html' title='Nu stii sau poate nu vrei sa vezi!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-6691596958753772190</id><published>2009-11-29T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:05:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other day.Same shit!</title><content type='html'>Toamna si`a facut bagajele si aproape ca m`a parasit.Odata cu ea a luat si ultima pata de culoare de pe expresia chipului meu .Acum totul e urat,hidos chiar! Stau intinsa pe pamantul rece si incerc sa concep de ce...? De ce ne`am nascut?..poate ca nu trebuia!De ce legam prietenii? poate ca n`au nici un rost! De ce ne`am intalnit?..poate ca asa a fost sa fie sa ne facem rau unul altuia iubindu`ne..! Multe!prea multe intrebari la care nici macar eu nu`mi pot da un raspus,intrebari care poate or sa ramana retorice pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;  Totul s`a strecurat in uitare demult! clipe de neliniste marcheaza existenta mea murdara! si pentru ce? pentru ca sunt doar un strop intr`o mare nesfarsita,o frunza efemera intr`o toamna tarzie..Nu mai vreau sa vad oameni care plang,chipuri care odata zambeau acum cersesc o clipa de intelegere,poate chiar de mila! Nimanui nu`i pasa de tine.Poate ca nici tie.&lt;br /&gt;  Ma straduiesc din rasputeri sa inteleg de ce totul ia o intorsatura brusca atunci cand totul imi iese asa cum mi`ai propus..Poate pentru ca nu pot avea parte numai de bine,poate pentru ca binele completeaza raul.&lt;br /&gt;   Raul isi are locul sau..apare nu pentru a ma injosi sau pentru a ma lasa fara vlaga..Nu! nici vorba..Apare pentru a ma face mai puternic ,ma invata sa lupt ,sa ma ridic si sa merg inainte!&lt;br /&gt;  Cateodata probabil ne intrebam de unde venim sau pentru ce am fost creati..Totul a fost plasmuit cu un scop ..Suntem aici pentru ceva..&lt;br /&gt;   Cand imi vine sa renunt ma gandesc poate ca am pentru ce lupta! am pentru cine sa ma ridic...Poat m`am saturat,nu mai vreau, sau pur si simplu nu mai am chef sa lupt!..Sunt momente cand imi vine sa urlu si detest tot ce imi iese in cale..Percep totul cu un gust amar ... si las ura sa ma orbeasca!&lt;br /&gt;   Aspir la ceva mai bun dar parca totul se misca in reluare.Nimeni nu vrea sa faca nimic.Atunci eu de ce sa fac? Prefer sa traiesc in mizerie..Oare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-6691596958753772190?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6691596958753772190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/other-daysame-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6691596958753772190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/6691596958753772190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/other-daysame-shit.html' title='Other day.Same shit!'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-7719811778938584510</id><published>2009-11-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:19:03.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat de prost sa fii?:&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Conversatia a fost scoasa din motive personale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cateodata stau si ma intreb de ce evolueaza prostia in Romania?..Pai uite de ce din cauza unor specimene ca cel de mai sus..Daca as zice ca e om..as jignii rasa omeneasca..si trist! totusi e om ..E greu de realizat dar va spun eu ca e:))..Dupa parerea mea as incadra'o la categoria manelara-cocalara..&lt;br /&gt;Cum frate sa zici intr`o disputa in care fiecare incearca sa`si expuna punctu de vedere..``cand vei avea tu bani sa`ti iei adidasi ca ai mei``:))))..&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta expresie:-? care denota prostie,incultura,narcisism etc etc..ma face sa ma simt indignata ca aceata fata:-? daca o pot numii asa..&lt;br /&gt;face parte din rasa umana!..Dar ce sa facem oameni buni..ne resemnam si incercam sa supravietuim in societatea plina de incultura inca de la varste fragede:-?..Aste e !Si ne mai miram de ce e luata Romania drept o tara buna de nimic..Va spun eu de ce(:|..din cauza astora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-7719811778938584510?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7719811778938584510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-de-prost-sa-fii.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7719811778938584510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/7719811778938584510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-de-prost-sa-fii.html' title='Cat de prost sa fii?:&gt;'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-2956705623092118508</id><published>2009-11-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T06:05:06.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship :X</title><content type='html'>CA O PRIETENIE TRECE SI PRIN FOC!     &lt;br /&gt; Hei! Ma plictiseam si m'am gandit sa mai scriu cate ceva pe aici...Am cunoscut`o acum un an..cam pe vremea asta:)...Mi se parea nesuferita, aiurea...Prea mare?Prea slaba?Prea urata?..Nu ..Era perfecta.Eu eram la Pd'l campanie..alea alea si a venit si ea,o mai vazusem prin scoala da` n`aveam tangente nici macar un ``Buna!`` nu ne lega.Ne`am dus in static sa umflam baloane si am vazut`o ca bea:&amp;gt; am baut si eu ,mai din una in alta ne`am dat la glume,nici macar nu stiam cum o cheama, nu ma interesa asa tare.A inceput sa danseze si ma gandesc eu :" asta e d`a mea!``acelasi caracter ,aceleasi gusturi in materie muzicala.Am inceput sa vorbim din ce in ce mai des pe YM.Pe la club stateam impreuna..si uite ca anturaju` comun ne`a facut sa devenim cele mai bune prietene..PRIETENIE..?&lt;br /&gt; Exista multe tipuri de prietenie ...adevarata cand prietenii iti sunt alaturi si in cele mai grele momente ..atunci cand iti vine sa urlii,sa te dai cu capu de pereti,sa'ti rupi hainele de pe tine!..Prietenie falsa..cand ``prietenii `` sunt niste falsi si sunt langa tine doar atunci cand au nevoie de sprijin material&lt;br /&gt;    Prietenie de o seara:Cand stai pur si simplu la un chef si bei cu un necunoscut ca n`ai cu cine bea.si torni pe gat pana te faci planta!&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa revin,nu ma gandeam ca o sa gasesc o prietena adevarata in ea..sau cel putin nu ma asteptam sa mai gasesc pe cineva la fel ca mine,dupa ultimul esec: cu una din cele mai bune prietene care a reusit sa ma faca de cacao si sa ma minta intr`un stil extraordinar...Whateva` nu asta conteaza..&lt;br /&gt;Acum o am pe ea..Mi`e alaturi de atunci,de cand am cunoscut`o ..Niciodata nu mi`a intors spatele,niciodata n`a zis ``N`AM TIMP!``..a reusit sa ma faca sa rad atunci cand plangeam,a reusit sa ma faca sa vorbesc atunci cand nu`mi gaseam cuvintele:)!..A reusit sa faca din mine ceea ce sunt acum!&lt;br /&gt;   Clipe de neuitat ne leaga..De cate ori plangeam ..imi spunea si inca imi spune``Astazi cazi ,te ridici maine`ti TRECE!/ Trecutul e trecut ,viitorul conteaza acum!``...Momente in care radeam..Momente in care saream si urlam de fericire..Prima tigara impreuna,primul pahar de votka,primul dans..Toate astea au ramas in sufletul meu acolo undeva..nici cea mai mare furtuna nu le poate sterge!..&lt;br /&gt; Te iubesc Geo pentru tot ce insemni si pentru tot ce faci pentru mine&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022827145783909753-2956705623092118508?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2956705623092118508/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendship-x.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2956705623092118508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2956705623092118508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendship-x.html' title='Friendship :X'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022827145783909753.post-5870498708195121486</id><published>2009-11-16T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:26:30.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDl8H0JKG8/SwGZUEa856I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8UNhYTuM3V8/s1600/toamna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Incerc sa ma adun si sa nu`mi ies din fire ,ploaia asta ma deprima imi vine sa urlu..Intr`un final ajung acasa..I`m totally fucked up!..Intru in casa ,trantesc usa de perete ,arunc gheozdanu` pe fotoliu unde stau aruncate  haotic de vreo trei zile niste haine:-??..pe care sincer n`am de gand sa le adun[-( si ma gandesc...``teme sau calculator..``/:) adicaa..wtf:-?:)) ..calculator in plm n`am chef de teme ..Deschid playlistu si caut ceva:-?..sa ascult..ceva sa se potriveasca starii mele de rahat ..Nu caut mult si gasesc ``Guns 'n Roses -November rain `` 8-&amp;gt;; mirobolant..It`s perfect..Am ascultat`o de n ori dar ciudat..niciodata n`a reusit sa ma plictiseasca macar o secunda..E pur si simplu geniala..Ador trupa asta ..Rock on babe ...So now i`m fuck off:))..I really need to take a shower..Pa 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/5022827145783909753-2764249674054930028?l=pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2764249674054930028/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2764249674054930028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022827145783909753/posts/default/2764249674054930028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pufaaa-hate-fakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain.html' title='November rain..:)'/><author><name>Pufaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958003428202279248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8E2b-FEVGM/TahAqkXvF7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMq0pd5Zn84/s220/DSCN6265.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
