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Era o calatorie catre necunoscutul deja cunoscut. Il stiam dintotdeauna, stiam ca e acolo undeva in lume, ca o sa-l gasesc.<br />
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A fost o vreme cand parea ca plutesc in deriva...<br />
Insula pe care ma refugiasem, cu care calatoream pe o mare fara sfarsit, o mare de intuneric sub un cer fara stele, infruntase atatea furtuni, vantul ii rascolise toate ungherele, incat nu ramasese mai nimic din ea.<br />
In fiecare dimineata tremurand, asteptam infrigurata prima raza care inroseste orizontul. Fiindca, dincolo de linia aceea fragila de lumina era speranta mea. Chiar si atunci cand apa avea culoarea neagra a mortii, culoarea inecului.<br />
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Nu, nu m-am lasat dusa de val, am fost una cu valul.<br />
Toata fiinta mea era plutire, o unduire intre adanc si inalt.<br />
Si inima mea era insula mea.<br />
Cu fiecare aruncare aproape orbeasca peste abisuri eram mai aproape de orizontul de lumina. Pana cand vantul a devenit o briza si orizontul a conturat un mal. Si am stiut ca acel tarm de mare de la capatul lumii e tarmul meu.<br />
Insula mea isi terminase calatoria.Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-82393743671355108722013-06-06T04:00:00.004+03:002013-06-06T04:03:28.312+03:00Un fel de (i)logica a fericirii<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ecuatia fericirii e simpla. Plus cu plus, minus ceva? Nici plus, nici minus, nimic de impartit sau adunat peste orice.<br />
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Aerul pe care il respira fericirea e un aer pur si la inaltime, departe de orice formula matematica sau combinatie chimica. Se respira dintr-o singura rasuflare, te poti pierde in el, in lumina lui, te poate purta oricat de sus.<br />
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Cum recunosti fericirea, oare e ca atunci cand, acea carapace pe care o intuiai a inimii tale nu te mai incape, nu iti mai e deajuns? </div>
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-70871752369403982142013-06-04T21:02:00.000+03:002013-06-04T21:02:45.468+03:00Acel loc de sub cer<br />
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Inca de la inceput jocul era regula. Apoi regula a intrat inaintea jocului. Apoi s-au adunat una cate una, s-au inmultit si au devenit un set. Setul s-a marit, a creat, a legat, a desfacut.<br />
Si totul a inceput sa joace, ca intr-o hora, rotindu-se ca intr-un vartej, ca apoi sa ma poarte acolo unde nu am vrut niciodata sa ajung. Pe un taram unde spaima ajunge sa fie domnitor intr-un regat de umbre.<br />
Am aruncat in urma mea, rand pe rand, ca in povestea fugarului urmarit de balaur, nimicurile fericite ale existentei mele, sperand sa cladeasca inapoi bariere si sa opreasca cumva rasuflarea fierbinte si otravita pe care o simteam in ceafa!<br />
Asa am mai castigat timp. Un timp optimist in care si pe care sa cladesc iluzii. Sa ma joc din nou de-a vacanta. O vacanta de la viata care mi se pregatise. O oaza binefacatoare, pe care mi-era greu sa o parasesc. Desertul cu umbrele lui miscatoare ma astepta. Era acolo, o prezenta permanenta, vie, aproape il auzeam soptindu-mi in serile linistite si stiam ca nu o sa mai dureze mult si va invada lumea mea. I-am luat-o inainte si am infruntat din nou totul, cu resemnarea celui care stie ca nimic nu e de pierdut, fiindca nu are ce.<br />
Regula era sa nu am nici o regula! Dar e atat de greu sa induri povara libertatii asumate! La adapost de pericole, sub imperiul sentimentului de apartenenta la ceva, orice ar insemna acel ceva, aerul era mai respirabil. Oricat de otravit era, ma tinea in viata. Sau asa credeam. Pana am ajuns sa ma sufoc. Cu propria mea mana ma strangeam de gat! Ma sinucideam si eram chiar impacata cu asta!<br />
"Tu chiar nu vezi?" Am privit in jurul meu. Nu era nimeni. Atunci am cautat si dincolo, dincolo de toate usile inchise dinafara spre inauntru. Erau acolo, sapate adanc in mine, in mintea mea, toate regulile de care stiam, inoculate in sangele meu, rotindu-se in jurul inimii mele, otravindu-mi venele cu un lichid vascos si absurd de dureros.<br />
Inca sunt sub tratament. Vindecarea vine lent, ca o izbavire, si cad una cate una, toate regulile existentei mele, lasand locul fertil pentru un taram nou, undeva la un capat de lume, o lume atat de diferita de tot ce stiam pana acum.Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-71207194105013411012013-02-13T23:28:00.000+02:002013-02-13T23:56:53.622+02:00Liniste<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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E ca o apa in care as vrea sa ma scufund...nu stiu de ce, inexplicabil, plutesc inca...in deriva...<br />
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Incet, incet se intorc. De fapt nu plecasera niciodata din adancul fiintei mele. Cuvintele.<br />
Lumea e plina de cuvinte. Si toata lumea crede ca te cunoaste fiindca vorbesti. Iar eu vorbesc mult. Uneori, nici nu ii ascult pe altii. Nu am invatat asta inca. E o lectie pe care nu a avut cine sa mi-o predea. Fiindca toti ma aud, dar foarte putini ma asculta.<br />
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Am crezut ca tacerea e cheia. Nu e. Am crezut ca rostind mai putin sau deloc voi gasi raspunsul. Nu exista nici un raspuns. Si sunt prea multe intrebari.<br />
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E ca o apa in care as vrea sa ma inec, in care as vrea sa privesc cu ochii deschisi dinauntru spre afara...o apa fara maluri, marginita doar de orizont, iar dincolo de orizont, restul lumii in care nu se spun cuvinte...Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-67956860005067299922012-12-31T23:27:00.000+02:002012-12-31T23:27:14.387+02:00Anul care a trecut<br />
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A fost un an bun!<br />
Au fost atatea de facut, de desfacut, de iubit, de iertat, de uitat, de implinit, asa ca a trecut ca vantul si ca gandul...<br />
Va doresc un An Nou asa cum visati si sa va bucurati de o iarna ca in povesti!Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-2017169747869259872012-08-05T03:09:00.000+03:002012-08-05T03:11:37.791+03:00Restul e tacere<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pana la urma viata e facuta din franturi. <br />
Cioburi sparte care recompun un univers atat de intim, incat privind dinafara oricine ar observa imediat lipiturile. Privind din interior, numai noi, mesterii iscusiti ai propriului destin rastamalcit si intors pe toate partile de infinte ori in clipele prezente si viitoare, ii vedem intregul. Fara sa stim daca reflexia oglindita de sufletul nostru e diforma sau nu, fiindca de cele mai multe ori ne simtim inima inghetata ca in povestea copilariei despre Craiasa Zapezii...<br />
Si da, se pare ca "restul e tacere" si...liniste.<br />
Si e tare bine ca e asa!Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-36950270171798167592012-06-04T23:44:00.000+03:002012-06-05T17:44:11.454+03:00Noapte buna!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rostogolindu-se prin viata noastra, amestecandu-se unele cu altele, clipele prozaice si momentele definitorii, ne hranesc iluzia, ca o putem lua iar si iar de la capat. Cu fiecare zi rasar si apun alte si alte iluzii. Pana cand cerul vietii noastre meschine ramane fara soare, scufundandu-ne in bezna, ca la inceputurile facerii lumii.Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-11136080430375161912012-05-19T10:59:00.002+03:002012-06-05T17:44:38.828+03:00Viata de caine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Si ca intr-o oglinda alt zambet inapoi, dinspre chipul mamei. Primul dintisor. Primul pas plin de curaj spre necunoscut. Primul cuvant pornit ca o parere, apoi repetat iar si iar...<br />Prima zi de gradinita, cu toate spaimele ei. Primul desen, prima litera, apoi prima zi de scoala. Primele momente si asa au trecut 10 ani...<br />In fiecare an e un nou "prima data". O noua descoperire de facut, o noua bucurie, o noua temere, cu fiecare "prima data".<br />Dar, dincolo de toate astea, fericirea pura pe care ti-o daruieste un copil nu poate fi egalata de nimic!<br />Stefan a reusit, fara sa faca nimic anume, ba chiar in pofida acestui lucru, sa ma determine sa vad viata si lumea cu totul altfel de cum le-am perceput inainte sa il am pe el. Intr-un mod cu totul diferit de a majoritatii oamenilor. Si daca el pare venit din alta lume, nu ma mira, fiindca si eu m-am simtit mai mereu atat de diferita de ceilalti. Si ii multumesc, fiindca datorita lui, nu ma mai simt vinovata ca par venita de pe alta planeta! Iar daca restul oamenilor ma condamna pentru asta nu-mi mai pasa, fiindca stiu ca nu sunt singura pe lume!<br />10 ani inseamna ceva! Pentru noi doi e mult, au trecut cu bune si cu rele, au zburat aproape ca vantul si ca gandul, dar acesti ani mi-au schimbat viata pentru totdeauna!<br />Stefan a implinit azi 10 ani si a fost o zi ca oricare alta petrecuta impreuna. Micul dejun acasa, tandrete, soare, parc, prieteni noi si vechi, bucurii simple, cateva cadouri, o felie de tort, oameni care ne iubesc alaturi de noi, mesaje frumoase de la cei de departe si atat. Dar pentru noi doi a fost deajuns! Si sunt recunoscatoare pentru asta!Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-70126329341036892902012-03-13T22:10:00.009+02:002012-03-24T23:47:06.946+02:00Doar o clipa<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_3ygrfXvEA/T1_CKTb1xaI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/CM7OyMH1pJ0/s1600/30.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719503534055343522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_3ygrfXvEA/T1_CKTb1xaI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/CM7OyMH1pJ0/s400/30.jpg" /></a>E ca atunci cand imi tin rasuflarea. Fiindca in acea clipa as vrea ca timpul sa stea in loc, sa incremeneasca in acel moment. Si toate trec dincolo, trec pe langa mine, trec fara sa mai simt nimic altceva. Fiindca timpul si spatiul nu mai exista, nu mai e nimic, nici inapoi, nici inainte, e doar acel moment suspendat intre cer si pamant.<br />Apoi toate revin la cele stiute.<br />Dar imi ramane magia acelei clipe. Doar mie, nu mi-o poate lua nimic, o pot trai si retrai la infinit daca vreau, fiindca am la ce sa ma intorc, fiindca am pastrat-o, fiindca nu as fi avut cum s-o pierd, fiindca nu am unde s-o pierd, fiindca o pastrez in suflet...<br />Si da, ai dreptate, uneori tot ce avem nevoie e doar aer sa putem respira si sa ne iubim...Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-15763956001789862482012-03-12T23:13:00.004+02:002012-03-12T23:26:09.797+02:00Fara ea<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXz3WaA2Rk8/T15peVqD5JI/AAAAAAAAC4M/HKR-Yu8BHBQ/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719124546737661074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXz3WaA2Rk8/T15peVqD5JI/AAAAAAAAC4M/HKR-Yu8BHBQ/s400/35.jpg" /></a>"Viata fara dragoste este o umbra a lucrurilor care ar putea fi..."<br />AnonimEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-66891440261379307472012-03-08T08:32:00.001+02:002012-03-08T08:35:59.705+02:00Ploaie in luna lui Marte<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfBL3cwHdBo/T1hSxsnOm9I/AAAAAAAAC30/vukzhZDJFMc/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717410740689607634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfBL3cwHdBo/T1hSxsnOm9I/AAAAAAAAC30/vukzhZDJFMc/s400/3.jpg" /></a>"Ploua infernal<br />si noi ne iubeam prin mansarde<br />Prin cerul ferestrei, oval,<br />norii curgeau, in luna lui Marte..."<br />Nichita StanescuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-73445546505774429142012-03-07T12:24:00.005+02:002012-03-07T12:30:37.309+02:00De sus in jos<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8LhG4EZsY8/T1c3mCDxXaI/AAAAAAAAC3o/EmzaCc-VvMs/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717099378497379746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8LhG4EZsY8/T1c3mCDxXaI/AAAAAAAAC3o/EmzaCc-VvMs/s400/9.jpg" /></a>"...Peretii odaii erau<br />nelinistiti, sub desene in creta<br />Sufletele noastre dansau<br />nevazute intr-o lume concreta..."<br />Nichita StanescuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-20170155057077494182012-03-05T08:55:00.004+02:002012-03-05T09:04:13.849+02:00Zbor fara aripi<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pI8tyoMT54M/T1RkQOzKsII/AAAAAAAAC3Q/gc0I15HxgBg/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716304057053393026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pI8tyoMT54M/T1RkQOzKsII/AAAAAAAAC3Q/gc0I15HxgBg/s400/5.jpg" /></a>"...O sa te ploua pe aripi, spuneai<br />ploua cu globuri, pe glob si prin vreme.<br />Nu-i nimic, iti spuneam, Lorelei<br />mie imi ploua zborul cu pene..."<br />Nichita StanescuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-69473049591221414532012-03-04T07:47:00.006+02:002012-03-04T08:07:03.418+02:00Oamenii?...Ploaia?...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgGMGhUMAo/T1MFEighx5I/AAAAAAAAC3E/rfKFL057K1w/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715917927604144018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgGMGhUMAo/T1MFEighx5I/AAAAAAAAC3E/rfKFL057K1w/s400/7.jpg" /></a>"...si ma-naltam. Si nu mai stiam<br />unde-mi lasasem in urma odaia.<br />Tu ma strigai din urma: raspunde-mi, raspunde-mi<br />cine-s mai frumosi oamenii?...ploaia?..."<br />Nichita StanescuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-23269139256164671612012-03-03T23:44:00.003+02:002012-03-03T23:49:14.225+02:00Noi doi<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYtZFakGGkE/T1KQ2mIppOI/AAAAAAAAC2s/e5aM5-y7tG8/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715790144710747362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYtZFakGGkE/T1KQ2mIppOI/AAAAAAAAC2s/e5aM5-y7tG8/s400/8.jpg" /></a>"Ploua infernal, ploaie de tot nebuneasca<br />si noi ne iubeam prin mansarde<br />N-as mai fi vrut sa se sfarseasca<br />niciodata-acea luna-a lui Marte."<br />Nichita StanescuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-17465653309414780942012-03-01T04:13:00.003+02:002012-03-01T04:33:54.919+02:00Solitudine<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A-0zdNNE48/T07bYZaxVCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/lfaAsVCyLow/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714746189366252578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A-0zdNNE48/T07bYZaxVCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/lfaAsVCyLow/s400/5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Suntem un spectator tacut. Totul e zgomot si cand se lasa in sfarsit tacerea, cand se aprind luminile, descoperim ca eram singuri intr-o sala goala...</div><br /><div>Viata a trecut cu tot iuresul ei, s-a desfasurat sub ochiul nostru necrutator de critic, am privit-o de la distanta sigura, fara sa ne implicam decat pe alocuri, aplaudand intre scene spectacolul ei, invidiind figurantii, cand de fapt ar fi trebuit sa fim actorul principal.</div><br /><div>Si cand a cazut cortina, s-au stins luminile, dupa ce sala cu usa grea s-a inchis in urma noastra si ramanem din nou singuri in strada, ne intrebam care era rolul nostru si daca el a existat vreodata?</div>Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-71284527725778471502012-02-26T19:10:00.008+02:002012-02-26T20:52:17.603+02:00Dilema<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g-VdoWDYX8/T0pntWXzT8I/AAAAAAAAC18/eKDkTFDCBF8/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713493106070081474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g-VdoWDYX8/T0pntWXzT8I/AAAAAAAAC18/eKDkTFDCBF8/s400/3.jpg" /></a>"Nu poti pleca din tine insuti."<br />Ionel TeodoreanuEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-57212063587744182252012-02-25T10:31:00.003+02:002012-02-26T19:35:00.901+02:00Stiai?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SPVexEso08/T0icoB2k0CI/AAAAAAAAC1w/qbyjsGoXeqw/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712988338825515042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SPVexEso08/T0icoB2k0CI/AAAAAAAAC1w/qbyjsGoXeqw/s400/35.jpg" /></a>"Nu exista fericire de care sa iti amintesti, fara tristete." <br /><div>Octavian Paler</div>Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-8440045090794576732012-02-24T22:56:00.003+02:002012-02-24T23:27:48.322+02:00Reverie de februarie<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec5EAQfRAvI/T0f6zihqYLI/AAAAAAAAC1k/uIVlj83q_fc/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712810415691030706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec5EAQfRAvI/T0f6zihqYLI/AAAAAAAAC1k/uIVlj83q_fc/s400/35.jpg" /></a>Mi-aduc aminte cum era...<br />Aproape ca uitasem.<br /><br />De fapt nici timpul, nici spatiul nu inseamna nimic. Nici macar tot ce se intampla cu tine in tot acest timp si spatiu. E acolo fara nici o indoiala, dar atat de bine ascunsa incat ai crede ca ai uitat complet de ea. Si deodata iese la lumina din umbra in care te-ai straduit sa o tii ascunsa, iar totul pare atat de simplu incat iti spui ca e ca mersul pe bicicleta...si nu ai urcat de ani de zile pe bicicleta, ultima oara erai copil...<br />Trec pe langa tine in tot acest timp in care ai uitat, oameni care se iubesc, sarbatori in care te simti strain, sentimente pe care nu le recunosti, trairi carora nu le banuiai existenta, cuvinte al caror sens nu-l pricepi, zile in care te intrebi nauc unde a disparut soarele, desi evident e sus pe cer...<br />Si fara sa stiii cum si cand, pe nestiute te dezmeticesti. Unde ai fost in tot acest timp? In ce spatiu inima ta a supravietuit pana acum?<br />De unde erai, vedeai din adancuri doar lumina filtrata prin luciul apei. Dar sufletul tau nu era acolo, era sus stralucind in soare, oglindindu-se in fiinta ta toata.<br /><br />Dragostea.<br />Imi amintesc cum era...<br />Ca mersul pe bicicleta...Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-55753397712212528092012-01-01T20:11:00.004+02:002012-01-01T20:26:20.503+02:00Primul gand al acestui an<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nIB-AbP4sc/TwCkwDHxRiI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/Lhp9NnrjQY0/s1600/IMG_8400.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692731074374878754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nIB-AbP4sc/TwCkwDHxRiI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/Lhp9NnrjQY0/s400/IMG_8400.jpg" /></a>"Gandeste-te la trecut numai in masura in care acesta iti aduce bucurie!"<br /><br /><div>Jane Austin</div>Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-42173656801386969222011-12-23T23:22:00.009+02:002011-12-23T23:55:11.474+02:00Lista de Craciun<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2D214XBpbbQ/TvTxrSxy08I/AAAAAAAAC1A/wcNPoH64B54/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689437955353138114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2D214XBpbbQ/TvTxrSxy08I/AAAAAAAAC1A/wcNPoH64B54/s400/1.jpg" /></a><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Dragoste</span></em> Fiindca nu as avea nimic altceva fara ea!<br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Liniste si armonie</span></em> Pentru ca traiesc intr-o lume nebuna!<br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Iertare</span></em> Nu e pentru oricine puterea iertarii, dar e de nepretuit!<br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pasiune si dorinta</span></em> De a trai fiecare clipa ca si cand ar fi ultima, fiindca mereu imi pare ca trec pe langa ultimele clipe...<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Puterea </em><span style="color:#ffffff;">sa</span><em> </em></span>merg mai departe, tot inainte, fara sa fiu tentata sa ma tot uit inapoi...<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Sanatate</em></span> Fara nici o explicatie.<br />In rest, aproape ca am tot ce mi-as putea dori!<br />Va doresc un Craciun Fericit din toata inima mea!Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848637920844076671.post-38275642330968273792011-12-11T18:09:00.006+02:002011-12-12T01:35:03.279+02:00De dincolo de vis<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pV7HL6JahzQ/TuTV7EzQizI/AAAAAAAAC00/WAQxclGjnpg/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684903840526142258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pV7HL6JahzQ/TuTV7EzQizI/AAAAAAAAC00/WAQxclGjnpg/s400/IMG_3011.JPG" /></a>Nu cauta cuvinte potrivite<br />Cand nu ai nimic sa-mi spui<br />Nu spune nimic,<br />Lasa-ma sa visez!<br />Dincolo de tacerile lungi<br />E tot ce vreau sa stiu...<br />Aproape adormita pe umarul tau,<br />Alunecand incet in vis<br />Iti aud inima batand<br />Atunci cand<br />E liniste intre noi...Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207233767126255452noreply@blogger.com2