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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>429</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-873015499126859240</id><published>2012-02-06T19:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:08:59.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NU ACTA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20d-H_X0_5s/TzAXBid9ntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q7yYb-6-Tao/s1600/acta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20d-H_X0_5s/TzAXBid9ntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q7yYb-6-Tao/s400/acta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706086043078205138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvati internetul nostru de toate zilele,salvati ne libertatea de exprimare pe internet,nu permiteti sa ne controleze nishte afaceristi cum vor ei si sa ne inchida gura...Sa nu permitem sa ne ia dreptul de a alege ce facem cu pozele noastre,videoclipurile noastre,ce muzica sau filme preferam...Nu este asa cum ni se spune,nu au dreptul sa ne invadeze intimitatea...O adevarata afacere toata chestia asta...Nu se rezuma doar la anumite chestii,ei vor sa manipuleze TOT!...Daca nu facem ceva in privinta asta putem sa ne luam adio de la netul de l stim azi,de la youtube si de la bloguri,de la libertate...Nu are nimeni dreptul sa vina pste tine sa ti ia la rost telefonul sau laptopul sa te caute si n cur dak nu cumva ai programe descarcate ilegal....Este dreptul nostru sa ripostam si sa nu ne lasam calcati in picioare!!!!Avem DREPTUL SA NU FIM DE ACORD!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semnati petitia online pentru a salva internetul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Semnati &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/eu_save_the_internet/?fp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu am semnat...Tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-873015499126859240?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/873015499126859240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2012/02/nu-acta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/873015499126859240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/873015499126859240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2012/02/nu-acta.html' title='NU ACTA!!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20d-H_X0_5s/TzAXBid9ntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q7yYb-6-Tao/s72-c/acta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-244971226989798491</id><published>2012-01-23T22:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:35:49.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trandafirul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bjNVr6gmdU/Tx3SkzPhCgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nmNTDvSLauc/s1600/single_rose_park_bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bjNVr6gmdU/Tx3SkzPhCgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nmNTDvSLauc/s400/single_rose_park_bench.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700944232993327618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o zi calduroasa de vara...caniculara fara strop de ploaie sau vant care sa mai arunce din caldura ce ti topea inghetata in cateva secunde...&lt;br /&gt;Isi luase o sticla de suc si statea pe o banca la umbra sa si mai revina...Astepta parca sa vina cineva si nu mai ajungea,sau intarziase...&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica usor,semn ca nu astepta pe cineva anume si se pregateste sa plece...Incearca sa si inchida sticla de suc insa deodata simte o lovitura si scapa sticla pe jos,varsandu se sucul pe ea....&lt;br /&gt;Luata prin surprindere ramane inmarmurita si nu reuseste sa spuna nimic...Din spate se aude o voce de baiat ce si cerea scuze si o intreba dak este ok..."imi cer scuze nu eram atent ,rolele nu au mai ascultat de mine si m au dus exact in directia ta,scuza ma te rog,iti cumpar alt suc,spal rochita..."&lt;br /&gt;" nu este nevoie ,raspunse fata dupa ce si a revenit din soc,poate aveam nevoie de un dush la cat de cald este afara..."&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul a inceput sa rada la gluma fetei si s a prezentat: ma numesc George,lasa ma sa ti fac cinste cu un suc,sa fiu sigur ca ma ierti..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nu este nevoie,te am iertat,ma cam grabesc acum,am intarziat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Spune mi macar numele tau...sa stiu si eu pe cine a scos soarta in calea rolelor mele" si zambeste...&lt;br /&gt;"Adelina...imi pare bine...eu trebuie sa plec acum...pa"&lt;br /&gt;"Pe curand,ne vom mai vedea..."&lt;br /&gt;O privea in departare cum se ducea grabita cu pasi mari ca si cand a intarziat la un eveniment important...Ii ramane in minte zambetul si vocea ei calda ca de copil si ochii verzi ce sclipeau precum doua luminite ...Stia,simtea ca se vor revedea in curand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecuse o luna de la evenimentul acela iar fata inca isi amintea acea intamplare hazlie...Incerca totusi sa nu se gandeasca prea mult banuind ca baiatul deja uitase tot si probabil a varsat sucul altei fete...&lt;br /&gt;"Nu are rost sa mi amintesc,nu are niciun rost,a fost o simpla intamplare si atat,nu ar putea iubi o persoana ca mine..."&lt;br /&gt;Poate e doar o coincidenta insa si baiatul se gandea la ea in acelasi timp insa era ceva mai optimist...&lt;br /&gt;" Am o idee,isi spuse baiatul...Daca am intalnit o la banca aceea,o sa fac ceva frumos,simt ca va veni..." &lt;br /&gt;Avand in vedere ca locul intalnirii lor a fost la banca norocoasa,baiatul lasa in fiecare zi cate un trandafir pe banca cu un biletel pe care scria "Adelina"...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o luna de la acel moment,Adelina veni la banca respectiva sa si revina deoarece nu se simtea prea bine...Vede trandafirul si biletelul pe care scria numele ei...Se uita mirata si nu stie ce sa creada...Poate nu era pentru ea,poate era alta fata cu cest nume ce si uitase trandafirul acolo..&lt;br /&gt;Isi ridica privirea si in departare vede baiatul ce se apropia de banca,de data asta fara role,cu sucul ce l bea ea in ziua cand s au intalnit...&lt;br /&gt;" Buna Adelina,vad ca ai gasit trandafirul meu pentru tine,ti am adus si sucul promis,de data asta nu mai am rolele sa l vars iar pe tine..." si zambeste...&lt;br /&gt;Fata se uita cu drag la baiat si nu i vine sa creada,insa o tristete o cuprinde imediat...Se uita in ochii ei si i spune" asta e intalnirea noastra,cu nr doi,intalnire ce abia o asteptam...Stiam ca vei veni aici,nu ma intreba de ce darparca ceva in mine simtea asta si mi spunea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pot sa zic totusi ca eu nu eram asa optimista ca tine,ma gandeam ca deja ai uitat totul...Oricum frumos gestul tau,multumesc,e cel mai dragut lucru pe care l a facut vreodata pentru mine cineva..."&lt;br /&gt;" Ceva imi spune ca meriti mai mult de atat...e doar un simplu gest pentru o fata ca tine ce merita tot ce e mai bun..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dar nu ma cunosti..."&lt;br /&gt;" Nu e nevoie decat sa ma uit in ochii tai si sa mi dau seama ce fel de om esti...Esti minunata!"&lt;br /&gt;Isi lasa privirea jos si tristetea se asterne iar pe fata ei...Ii multumeste pt tot si pleaca grabita,lasand in urma ei o lacrima...Ca si prima data baiatul o priveste in departare cum se duce,insa de data asta incearca sa o opreasca...Nu reuseste ,Adelina il roaga sa o lase sa plece...Ii face si plac si desi indurerat ii da drumul la mana...O saruta pe obraz si i spune"pe curand!"...&lt;br /&gt;Se indeparta de el prrecum marea de tarm,lasand in urma ei un vanticel de vara,cald si trist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce plecase?De ce din ochii ei verzi acum lacrimile incepusera sa apara?Nu intelegea,insa avea sa afle la fix o luna de la a doua intalnire...A lasat zilnic trandafiri pe banca cu biletel cu numele ei insa Adelina nu mai venea...&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul tot spera...intr o zi cand se apropia de banca aceea cu amintiri frumoase,dar scurte,a vazut o femeie ce statea acolo,plangand...A lasat trandafirul si a dat sa plece...&lt;br /&gt;"Tu trebuie sa fii George..."&lt;br /&gt;"Cum de stiti cum ma cheama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Inca ii aduci flori,ce gest frumos..Am auzit de tine multe,dar realitatea e mai frumoasa...Esti un baiat cu suflet mare...."&lt;br /&gt;"Nu va suparati,de ce plangeti?si de unde stiti de flori?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sunt...sunt...eu sunt mama Adelinei...Mi a vorbit despre tine ...Era foarte incantata..."&lt;br /&gt;"De ce spuneti era?Si de ce plangeti?...sunteti foarte trista...Adelina este bine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Adelina nu ti a spus insa suferea de o boala incurabila....I a fost teama sa se apropie de tine sa nu suferi...Venea in fiecare luna la tratament aici la clinica aceasta,si cand iesea se aseza aici sa si revina,deoarece facea un tratament puternic...Cand v ati cunoscut era in stadiul final,de aceea  venea mai rar...Pe banca asta este amintirea ei...O simt mai aproape de mine...a fost fericita dupa ce te a cunoscut...I ai oferit un final fericit cum nici nu spera...."&lt;br /&gt;"Doamne....daca stiam...cum se poate asa ceva?nu mi vine sa cred..." si izbucneste in lacrimi...&lt;br /&gt;"Nu plange,ca plange si ea cu tine...Ea te vede,e aici...Nu ar vrea sa ne vada tristi...Sunt sigura ca acum e fericita ca i ai adus un trandafir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceasta veste ingrozitor de trista si de dureroasa baiatul aducea in fiecare luna cate un trandafir cu numele ei pe un biletel ,in ziua cand s au cunoscut mai exact...Sarbatorea astfel o alta intalnire cu ea ,fata ce l cucerise cu zambetul cald si ochii verzi si blanzi...&lt;br /&gt;Isi amintea cu drag de ea,si statea cu orele pe banca si se uita la poza ei ce i o daduse mama ei...Ii scapa o lacrima pe obraz,apoi se sterge si zambeste" mereu vei fi in gandul meu!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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despartim dupa tot ce a fost&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa ne pedepsim nu mai are niciun rost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iarasi vine trenul acela ce a mai fost&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai venit  la mine&lt;br /&gt;te ai intors...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Cineva m a blestemat iubita mea tu ai plecat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3489338107223859573?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3489338107223859573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2012/01/frumoasa-mea-petala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3489338107223859573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Instructions for Unlocking BlackBerry (All Models) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the Best way to Unlock Your Phone is by using the MEP2 code or Unlock code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After u got the code follow the instructions below......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackBerry Unlock Instructions (9800)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Insert a foreign SIM Card&lt;br /&gt;* Power on the phone&lt;br /&gt;* When prompted, enter your unlock code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackBerry Unlock Instructions (83xx/85xx/88xx/8900/9000/?9300/96xx/97xx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ensure a SIM Card is inserted&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Turn All Connections Off'&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Advanced Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'SIM Card'&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEPD' (letters will not appear on-screen but a menu will pop up.)&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEP2' (user will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;* Enter the MEP2 code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;o *If you also have a MEP4 code, type 'MEP4' (you will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;o Enter the MEP4 code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;* Reboot device&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Restore Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Device is now unlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackBerry Unlock Instructions (95xx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ensure a SIM Card is inserted&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Turn All Connections Off'&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Advanced Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'SIM Card'&lt;br /&gt;* Tilt the phone horizontally, click the BlackBerry button and Show keyboard&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEPD' (letters will not appear on-screen but a menu will pop up.)&lt;br /&gt;o *If MEPD doesn't work, try MEPPD&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEP2' (user will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;o *If MEP2 doesn't work, try MEPP2&lt;br /&gt;* Enter the MEP2 code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;o *If you also have a MEP4 code, type 'MEP4' (you will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;o Enter the MEP4 code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;* Reboot device&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Restore Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Device is now unlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry Instructions (81xx/82xx/9100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ensure a SIM Card is inserted&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Turn All Connections Off'&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Advanced Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'SIM Card'&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEPPD' (letters will not appear on-screen but a menu will pop up.)&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEPP2' (*Note- for Telus, use MEPP4. You will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;* Enter the unlock code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;* Reboot device&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Restore Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Device is now unlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old School BlackBerry Instructions (87xx &amp;amp; Older)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ensure a SIM Card is inserted&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Turn All Connections Off'&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Advanced Options'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'SIM Card'&lt;br /&gt;* Type 'MEPD' (letters will not appear on-screen but a menu will pop up.)&lt;br /&gt;* Hold ALT key and type 'MEPE' (user will be prompted to enter MEP code)&lt;br /&gt;* Enter the unlock code (CONFIRM you get "Code Accepted" message)&lt;br /&gt;* Reboot device&lt;br /&gt;* Go to 'Manage Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Click on 'Restore Connections'&lt;br /&gt;* Device is now unlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cu ajutorul programului citesti IMEI-ul si MEP-ul ....deblocarea va costa 30 lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackberrydecodari@yahoo.com   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www40.zippyshare.com/v/?70827672/file.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-9109328010007514529?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/9109328010007514529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2012/01/decodari-blackberry-orice-model.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/9109328010007514529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/9109328010007514529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2012/01/decodari-blackberry-orice-model.html' title='Decodari blackberry orice model...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-874724797188009740</id><published>2012-01-10T11:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:55:42.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca am putea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdUxMD9UEuk/TwwLATD-6aI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9wjxHVUFmBQ/s1600/clocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdUxMD9UEuk/TwwLATD-6aI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9wjxHVUFmBQ/s400/clocky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695939728461719970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o noapte friguroasa de ianuarie...Vantul batea cu putere viscolind zapada asternuta pe pamantul rece ...Era senin,un cer frumos si clar,cu toate ca era ger...In pofida vremii de afara pe strada se zaresc doi copii tinandu se in brate,zgribuliti de atata frig...Erau imbracati bine insa gerul tot ger ramane,mai ales vantul rece ce bate...Doar ei doi si in rest luna si stelele,nimic altceva...&lt;br /&gt;Inca aprinse luminitele din centrul orasului,se uitau admirativ si contemplau jucausele lumini ce faceau din noapte zi...&lt;br /&gt;Totul era perfect,insa in sufletul lor se afla o singura intrebare,un singur gand...&lt;br /&gt;Niciunul nu stia de framantarea celuilalt,insa baiatul isi face curaj si rosteste: as vrea sa ma pot intoarce in timp"...&lt;br /&gt;Fata ramane pe loc,si l priveste cu ochii ei mari si verzi mirata:"de ce te ai intoarce in timp?"&lt;br /&gt;Aceeasi intrebare o avea si ea in gand,insa nu stia daca e bine sa o rosteasca ,mai ales cu voce tare...&lt;br /&gt;" m as intoarce acum 6 ani si nu as mai face greselile de le am facut,te as cauta pe tine.."&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste usurata,erau gand la gand...Nu e vorba ca acum nu era  totul perfect,insa atat el cat si ea si ar fi dorit sa se cunoasca mai demult,sa fie dintotdeauna impreuna,numai ei ,fara greseli, ei doi si prietenii lor cei mai buni...&lt;br /&gt;"te ai intoarce sa ma cauti?si daca nu ti ai aminti de mine?sau eu de tine?gandeam altfel atunci,poate nu eram la fel de matura ca acum...Acum 6 ani eram trista,singura,ma simteam abandonata,nu mai aveam prieteni multi alaturi de mine...Daca nu m ai fi acceptat asa?" replica fata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"m as intoarce cu mintea de o am acum,si amandoi sa avem amintirile astea,insa daca nu ti ai aminti te AS ajuta eu,si nu ai ramane iresponsabila si imatura,te ai maturiza cum ai facut acum...Ai mai crescut,la fel si eu...Ne am influentat in bine,si cand ti e bine cu o persoana te dai dupa acea fiinta,te schimbi in bine pentru a fi perfect si tu la fel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste fata si raspunde" poi nu m am schimbat chiar asa mult,la fel de impiedicata sunt,aiurita si uneori imatura..."&lt;br /&gt;"Chiar daca nu vezi acum sa stii ca nu mai esti ca inainte,si oricum ai fi eu tot te as iubi,esti tot ce mi am dorit vreodata...nu te as schimba pentru nimic in lume..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oau nu ma asteptam la asta,acum...Sincer si eu m as intoarce in timp sa sterg anumite perioade din viata mea,sa te caut pe tine,sa fim mereu impreuna...Nu ma asteptam sa spui asta sau cel putin sa ai curaj sa mi spui asemenea lucruri...Inseamna mult pt mine..Cu toate ca poate eu nu mi as aminti tu ai sti cum sa ma faci sa ma indragostesc de tine iar,sa fim tot impreuna,si sa nu renuntam unul la celalalt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea adevarata inseamna sa accepti omul de langa tine asa cum e,sa l iubesti si sa l pretuiesti mereu,sa nu incerci sa l schimbi,ci sa l lasi pe el sa faca asta,pentru tine,pentru el,doar daca si doreste...Daca e aiurit,imatur uneori si impiedicat ,copil mai mereu nu conteaza,iubeste l asa cum e,si el te va iubi asa cum esti..Iubeste cu tot sufletul tau sa nu ai ce regreta ,spune i ca l /o iubesti pana nu e prea tarziu...Timpul nu se mai intoarce,nu sta pe loc,ci isi vede de drumul lui tot inainte,niciodata inapoi...Ce ai facut ramane facut,ce ai spus ramane spus si nimic nu mai poate fi schimbat...&lt;br /&gt;Daca am putea da timpul inapoi cred ca toti am avea lucruri chiar si marunte ce am schimba,de care nu suntem multumiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACA AM PUTEA....DOAR DACA....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdUxMD9UEuk/TwwLATD-6aI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9wjxHVUFmBQ/s72-c/clocky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5441642484660790042</id><published>2011-12-14T12:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:03:28.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sEKX_y0A2tA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5441642484660790042?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5441642484660790042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5441642484660790042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5441642484660790042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-end.html' title='In the end ...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sEKX_y0A2tA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-8413790152744184789</id><published>2011-12-14T11:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:00:32.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleaca...O sa mi treaca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGCt6JiWObw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Era miercuri spre joi&lt;br /&gt; Ma iubeai pan' la cer si inapoi&lt;br /&gt; Doua nopti mai tarziu&lt;br /&gt; Nu puteam sa zbor sau sa mai fiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poza ta la minut&lt;br /&gt; O scrisoare si'atat, minic mai mult&lt;br /&gt; Scria negru pe alb&lt;br /&gt; Adiooo! exclamat la final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Ce daca durerea a venit si nu mai pleaca&lt;br /&gt; Lasa-ma sa mor de dor&lt;br /&gt; Fericirea mea, la naiba! &lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am ramas ca un orb&lt;br /&gt; Nu te mai vad la mine-n viitor&lt;br /&gt; Am ramas ca un mut&lt;br /&gt; Nici n-am mai apucat sa te sarut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Ce daca durerea a venit si nu mai pleaca&lt;br /&gt; Lasa-ma sa mor de dor&lt;br /&gt; Fericirea mea, la naiba! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Ce daca durerea a venit si nu mai pleaca&lt;br /&gt; Lasa-ma sa mor de dor&lt;br /&gt; Fericirea mea, la naiba! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lacrimi nu mai incap&lt;br /&gt; Numai tu mi-ai dat lumea peste cap&lt;br /&gt; In loc sa ne iubim&lt;br /&gt; Ne purtam ca doi anonimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Ce daca durerea a venit si nu mai pleaca&lt;br /&gt; Lasa-ma sa mor de dor&lt;br /&gt; Fericirea mea, la naiba! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! Maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! &lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! Maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! &lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! Maine o sa-mi treaca&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! &lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! Maïne o sa-mï treaca&lt;br /&gt; Pleaca! &lt;br /&gt; Pleaca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8413790152744184789?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8413790152744184789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleacao-sa-mi-treaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8413790152744184789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8413790152744184789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleacao-sa-mi-treaca.html' title='Pleaca...O sa mi treaca...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PGCt6JiWObw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4806669629719624624</id><published>2011-12-14T11:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:55:04.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Galbena gutuie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/97SP_gh-0jo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/97SP_gh-0jo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-807103637343842668</id><published>2011-12-08T23:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:32:31.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca o zi fara tine...Un an a mai trecut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdYQaIhWGsc/TuE65gSNx-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/aZ1UlWw50o0/s1600/i_miss_you.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdYQaIhWGsc/TuE65gSNx-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/aZ1UlWw50o0/s400/i_miss_you.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683888964311566306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMfJWu5Fe78/TuE5y9RNlSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Yd8bndv9ynI/s1600/i_miss_you.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 291px; height: 400px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683887752321275170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMfJWu5Fe78/TuE5y9RNlSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Yd8bndv9ynI/s400/i_miss_you.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mai trecut un an de cand te ai dus...de cand ai plecat fara sa ne dai macar sansa de a ne lua ramas bun...Trec zilele cu bune si rele,insa lipsa ta nu trece usor...Incerc sa uit o clipa de durere,de lacrimi,dar nu pot...Totul se amplifica in inima mea desi incerc sa ascund...Totul ar fi fost altfel cu tine,eram altfel,gandeam altfel...M ai fi ajutat sa trec peste multe cu un sfat bun,cu inima ta de copil mi ai fi deschis inima si nu ar mai fi fost de gheata...&lt;br /&gt;Cu capul plecat pe geamul deja rece si ud ma uit la nori,la stele...Ma uit la copacii goi ce si plimba ramurile aproape de pamant in bataia vantului rece si dur de iarna...O atmosfera perfect combinata cu sufletul meu,cu inima mea...Totul e pustiu,nimic in jur care sa mi dea iar dorinta de viata...Ma uit dupa o frunza,un firicel de iarba...nimic....decat pustiu...&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit sa te vad...sa te zaresc...nu pot...atat de greu este?atat de imposibil sa temai vad macar o data?Nici in vise nu mai vii...M ai uitat complet?Am nevoie de tine mereu,nu pot fi singura pe lume,de ce nu vii macar in vis,sa te mai strang in brate macar o data?Atat de greu pe zi ce trece,cand anii la numar se aduna si vezi cum din copil ramai o amintire...Acum atat mai am...amintirea...cu ea ma hranesc sa mi fie bine,sa razbat in lumea asta cruda si rea in care m ai lasat...Trebuia sa ma iei si pe mine,sau cel putin sa nu pleci tu...De ce a trebuit sa pleci?Mereu voi avea intrebarea asta fara raspuns...mereu voi intreba, poate vei veni candva si mi vei oferi raspunsul ce l astept...&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas blocata pe intrebari,caci nu am un raspuns ...il caut dar nu l gasesc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imi lipsesti enorm,am fi fost cei mai tari daca ai fi ramas aici...Incerc sa mi imaginez cum ar fi fost daca te vedeam cum te transformi treptat intr un baiat frumos,inalt,educat,sportiv...Incerc sa te vad cum ai fi fost acum cand ai fi implinit 24 de ani,ce fel de fete ti ar fi placut,si care ar fi reusit sa ajunga la inima ta pura si inocenta...Eu te vad cu ochii mintii,si esti un baiat superb,sunt mandra de tine...Ai devenit baiat mare si destept si plin de viata...suntem doi nebuni intr o lume nebuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E timpul sa ma trezesc,geamul e prea rece si capul ma doare rau...deschid ochii larg si revin la realitate,de unde am plecat...vad iar lumea rea si cruda si plec ochii...&lt;br /&gt;Realizez ca iar am visat cu ochii deschisi la tine si am fost intr o alta lume,mai buna,impreuna cu tine....Zambesc discret caci mi a facut bine sa mai fiu in prezenta ta,sa mai zburam printre norisorii pufosi insa fericirea a fost scurta...Realitatea e mult mai cruda,nu esti aici...Nu vei mai fi vreodata si asta ma omoara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u my sweet little bro...&lt;/em&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/2420375870912465497-807103637343842668?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/807103637343842668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/inca-o-zi-fara-tineun-a-mai-trecut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/807103637343842668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/807103637343842668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/12/inca-o-zi-fara-tineun-a-mai-trecut.html' title='Inca o zi fara tine...Un an a mai trecut...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdYQaIhWGsc/TuE65gSNx-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/aZ1UlWw50o0/s72-c/i_miss_you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1818002160469251655</id><published>2011-11-13T21:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:57:42.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Better  world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em7gto5lSuw/TsAg6_jm6FI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6vF05Qmyub4/s1600/sadness-depression-15307976-748-658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px; height: 352px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674571728352110674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em7gto5lSuw/TsAg6_jm6FI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6vF05Qmyub4/s400/sadness-depression-15307976-748-658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De multe ori te gandesti sa faci ceva sa ti fie bine,sa gasesti pe cineva sau ceva care sa fie exact cum iti doresti,pentru care sa reprezinti totul...Aspiri prea mult la anumite lucruri iar cand vine timpul sa culegi roadele realizezi ca de fapt a fost un vis frumos ce s a spulberat,o minciuna in sufletul tau...Nimic nu este cum vrei tu,este imposibil...Nu poti astepta ca cineva sa te vada ca cel mai scump lucru din viata lui sau sa i pese prea mult de tine pt ca intervine egoismul si te impiedica sa faci anumite lucruri care pentru cel de langa tine sunt practic vitale...Nu ti pasa ca faci pe cneva sa sufere enorm prin atitudinea ta,prin aroganta ta,prin nepasarea ta...De ce ti ar pasa daca tie ti e bine asa?nu te mai gandesti decat la tine sa ti fc bine,nicidecum la altul...Ce conteaza lacrimile varsate din cauza ta daca tie nu ti pasa?Pleci si lasi totul in urma,nu intorci capul...nu ai ce vedea...Sau nu vrei sa vezi lacrimile varsate pentru tine,doar pentru tine...Dar tie nu ti pasa,continui sa mergi,sa nu ti pese,sa nu te uiti...nu te uiti nicio secunda in sufletul celuilalt pentru ca altfel ai vedea ce durere imensa e in el si astfel poate ai intelege....Dar fugi din cauza asta,fugi de propria ta manie,de propria durere ce o provoci atat de usor...Cat de usor este sa ti bati joc de cineva,sa spui lucruri frumoase apoi cand vine timpul sa demonstrezi ceva te dai inapoi precum racul...cat de usor e...&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile ce le versi din cauza unei asemenea persoane nu se pot masura,nici compara...nu sunt nici ca ploaia,sa vina apoi sa se duca...nu...ele raman imprimate in suflet,pe obrazul rece si gatul gol,in adierea vantului de toamna ce trimite copacii si vegetatia la culcare pana primavara...Este ca o moarte clinica,din care te trezesti atunci cand ceva bun se intampla,cand lucruri bune si frumoase au loc  in viata ta,sau pur si simplu simti ca ceva te vrea inapoi...in caz contrar ramai asa,cu sufletul patat de lacrimile ce izvoresc din ochii tai,ochi ce pana de curand nu aratau altceva decat o frumoasa luminita ce stralucea precum stralucesc stelele pe cerul de un albastru inchis,senin si fara un nor...&lt;br /&gt;Nu vrei nimic,decat sa stergi totul precum buretele...Insa nu se poate,ramane ca o amprenta pe sufletul tau...&lt;br /&gt;Iti doresti doar o lume mai buna,unde sa ti gasesti si tu locul,nimic mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;Dar o lume mai buna nu exista,e doar in imaginatia ta unde te poti refugia de tot raul existent,unde poti visa cu ochii deschisi...&lt;br /&gt;O lume mai buna e doar o poveste frumoasa...&lt;/em&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/2420375870912465497-1818002160469251655?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1818002160469251655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/11/better-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai demult jucam adevar si provocare cu un prieten bun si a trebuit sa scriu un fel de autodescriere bineinteles fara sambure de adevar si rascolind blogul am gasit postarea respectiva si nu am putut sa ma abtin sa nu rad cu lacrimi si sa i dau share pe Fb ...Am primit chiar si comentarii recente care desigur m au amuzat teribil...Mda scriam si eu destule si inca scriu dar nici nu ma dadeam inapoi de la glume si nici acum nu ma dau...Viata e prea scurta sa nu stim sa profitam de ea,sa facem haz de necaz,sa ne amuzam pe diverse teme si sa mai uitam de greutati...Alaturi de prietenii mei am petrecut clipe minunate,amuzante,de neuitat...Cate nebunii nu facea gasca nebuna pentru o seara de neuitat,cu distractie la maxim ,toti prietenii sa fie fericiti si sa se simta super bine cu noi ehee vremuri frumoase...Ce daca am crescut?Nu inseamna ca am devenit peste noapte niste roboti care nu mai stiu ce inseamna sa traiesti cu adevarat,sa te distrezi cu prietenii,cu gasca nebuna,sa bem si sa dansam in Arcade pana dimineata,sa ne asezam in fund in mijlocul ringului de dans pe Cargo-Aproape de voi sau sa incercam toti sa dansam la sincron D&amp;amp;B sau diverse sarituri mai indraznete care sa lase urme in capul ce a indraznit sa loveasca podeaua aia tare si rece...Inca mai tin minte serile in Keops cand ne strangeam toti la un vin fiert marca Morse,ce ne incalzea pe o vreme geroasa,si inca mai tin minte cand am plecat aksa fara paltonul meu preferat pt ca mi l au luat si a trebuit sa plec pe viscol doar in hanorac :)...Doamne ce frig a fost dar sunt sigura ca daca nu pateam asta nu mai tineam minte seara aia magnifica...Acum ma amuz teribil dar atunci nu :D...mai aveam putin si dadeam in cap:)))...Sa revenim...Acum am crescut e adevarat insa nu trebuie sa uitam nimic si sa lasam garda jos nicio clipa...&lt;br /&gt;Momente frumoase vor fi mereu daca stim noi sa le facem sa fie...&lt;br /&gt;Vai imi amintesc ziua mea de nastere din keops...aoleoo gasca nebuna m a luat de la bloc si pe drum cantam si dansam ca nebunii...Cretule ,Ade mai stiti?:D...Ce amintiri frumoase...Dar Caffe Central si garda ce va spune?:))....Mie mi spune multe:)))....Romi in primul rand a avut cel mai mult de asteptat ca noi eram la dans nu aveam stres...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi abia incepuse seara trebuia sa facem incalzirea...&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine,am avut parte de peripetii faine si doar cu o parte din nebunii mei:)))...Mishu ,Alex,Ade remember that night?:D ...ooo daaaa....noi 4...de nebuni in plina strada palngeam si radeam ca nebunii...Mishule ti ai spart ceasul in seara aia:)))...App mai merge?:D...&lt;br /&gt;Ah da mai vine in minte o faza tare...dar asta e de cand eram pici cu alti nebuni,la fel de pici:)))....era seara de paste si nah ca toti copiii stateam in fata Keopsului si ne uitam cum lua lumea lumina...Vroiam si noi dar de unde...Tot stateam noi asa cuminti si la un moment dat un prieten vine la noi cu o lumanare...aprinsa...De unde o avea ne intrebam toti...Raspunsul: de la batranica...copii si noi ce sa i faci...&lt;br /&gt;Si mergand tot asa pe firul tineretii mi aduc aminte de Sighisoara si de Poponishche:))))....Miha,Theo,Vio remember???Doamne ce speriati erau toti...Adi cretu dormea cu briceagul la cap :)))....Si noi care credeam ca i plac fetele si trebuia sa ne ferim noi,acum aflam ca trebuia sa protejam baietii si nu invers...&lt;br /&gt;Alex S mai tii minte cand eram in Keops si Cristi(Shit) ne a dat cu spray lacrimogen pe mana?Cine plangea pe strada cu lacrimi de 1 km?:))...Eu...Alex S a avut noroc nu a dat cu mana la ochi asa cum am facut eu ...Doamne daca stau sa ma gandesc s au intamplat atatea lucruri bune si amuzante,nebune in acelasi timp...dar si unele triste...Insa momentele alea te fac omul care esti azi...Cu ideile de le ai acum si viata de o duci...Cand ma gandesc la trecut imi vin in minte doar oameni minunati,alaturi de care am trait momente de neuitat,unice in felul lor...&lt;br /&gt;Cata 04 UCV mai tii minte revelionul?cine bea taria?haha sigur nu ai uitat...&lt;br /&gt;Cate momente am avut si noi...cele mai multe acum,in ultimii 3 ani...Plangem imppreuna,radem,insa mereu vom fi aceiasi nebuni cu chef de viata,cu dorinta in noi...&lt;br /&gt;Pe parcurs am cunoscut tot mai multi oameni care mai de care mai ciudati sau placuti mai putin...insa...am stiut mereu cum sa aducem zambetul pe buzele lor...&lt;br /&gt;Oameni din trecutul meu au revenit in viata mea si si au pus amprenta mai mult sau mai putin ,si eu in viata lor,ceva mai mult...Laur aici nu ma poti contrazice:P...Stii ca mereu am dreptate indiferent de situatie...Glumesc bineinteles...Mai tii minte westul nu?Stii despre ce vorbesc , ca doar erai acolo cu mine si luai parte la spectacol...&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa ne strangem iar toti sau macar o parte din cei ce eram si sa mai facem un chef in Arcade cum numai noi stim sa facem, sa ne distram pana cadem lati si picioarele ne lasa balta de la prea multa tequila:d...&lt;br /&gt;Triasca absintul si strohul :))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3900154554639339949?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3900154554639339949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/10/amintiricele-mai-frumoase.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3900154554639339949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3900154554639339949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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'' Mama, am iesit cu prietenii mei si am mers la o petrecere. Si mi-am amintit cuvintele tale:Sa nu beau. M-ai rugat chiar fiindca trebuia sa conduc. Asa ca am baut doar racoritoare. Am fost mandra de mine, fiindca ti-am ascultat sfatul. In comparatie cu ceilalti prieteni am facut alegerea cea buna. Sfatul tau a fost corect. Cand s-a terminat petrecerea, toti si-au luat masina fara insa sa fie in masura sa conduca in siguranta....Eu insa eram sigura ca sunt constienta. Nu puteam mama sa-mi inchipui ce urma sa ma astepte. Acum sunt culcata pe asfalt si aud politistul sa spuna...Sangele meu e peste tot pe asfalt si eu incerc din toate puterile sa nu plang! Aud doctorii spunand ca nu voi reusi sa supravietuiesc...Sunt sigura ca celalalt copil care conducea nu si-a dat seama cat de mult gonea...In concluzie, el sa hotarase sa bea si eu trebuia acum sa mor...De ce fac asta,mama? Daca stiu ca vor distruge vieti...?! Durerea pe care o simt este ca si cand m-ar intepa mii de cutite. Spune-i sorei mele sa nu se teama si lui tata sa fie puternic. Cineva trebuia sa spuna acestui copil ca nu trebuia sa bea daca conduce. Poate daca ai lui ii spuneau, asa cum ai facut si tu, acum sa fi fost in viata...Respiratia mea se face din ce in ce mai slaba...si incepe sa-mi fie frica, mamaaaa!!! Acestea sunt ultimile mele clipe si sunt atat de disperata! As vrea atat de mult sa te imbratisez si sa iti spun ca te iubesc...Te iubesc mult, mama...Adio....'' Aceste cuvinte au fost scrise de o reporterita care a fost prezenta la accident. Fetita in timp ce murea murmura aceste cuvinte...Reporterita scria socata...Si ea insasi a inceput o campanie impotriva conducerii sub influenta alcoolului. Daca nu transmiti acest mesaj pierzi ocazia, chiar daca nu bei, sa ii faci pe ceilalti sa inteleaga ca viata ta si a copiilor tai e in pericol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-219005649695790104?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/219005649695790104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/10/exceptie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/219005649695790104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/219005649695790104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/10/exceptie.html' title='EXCEPTIE...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-8585235617801038499</id><published>2011-09-21T13:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:59:05.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe aripile vantului...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fwpKM3HpOY/TnnCjvFzcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5un4rZdI5Zw/s1600/pe-aripile-vantului-22905-l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fwpKM3HpOY/TnnCjvFzcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5un4rZdI5Zw/s400/pe-aripile-vantului-22905-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654764726332387746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erau doar ei...Sub clar de luna erau chipurile lor luminate de stelele ce dansau pe cerul albastru inchis...Ochii lor se intalnira in miscarea suava a lunii ce doar pe ei dadea lumina ei frumoasa...Era o clipa de memorat,pentru totdeauna...una ce avea sa ramana in sufletul lor mereu...Frunzele copacilor se clatinau putin in ritm cu dansul stelelor si vantul ce adia lin prin parul lor fin...era greu insa forta imbratisarii lor spunea totul:nu vor renunta unul la celalalt...Timpul trece greu acum pentru ei caci distanta e mare si dorul si mai mare...&lt;br /&gt;Pasarelele noptii cantau un cantec trist in concordanta cu sufletul lor si starea din acel moment unic dar trist...nu credeau ca vor fi pusi vreodata in aceasta situatie insa iata ca a venit momentul acesta desi nu era unul mult asteptat...Se consolau cu faptul ca va fi bine...Da,va fi bine in final,trebuie...Luna le zambea de pe cer,stelele erau cu ei,nu i lasau singuri,ii acompaniau...Vanticelul de toamna le soptea la ureche faptul ca el va fi mesagerul dorului lor,le va calauzi vorbele fiecaruia asa incat sa ajunga la destinatie in siguranta...Pasarelele isi iau angajamentul ca vor purta cu ele mirosul parfumului si ca astfel nu vor uita acel parfum unic ce i deosebeste de restul...Stelele si luna promit ca atunci cand vor ridica privirea spre cer vor vedea chipul lor si ochii culoarea ierbii si a pamantului ce nu i vor putea uita nicicand...Se vor oglindi in cerul acela senin iar frunzele copacilor,iarba si animalultele vor acompania tot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi stiau toate astea,si ca isi vor putea auzi glasul,isi vor putea mirosi parfumul.isi vor putea vedea chipul oglindit in frumoasa luna,tot nu pot sa si stapaneasca o lacrima sa nu curga pe obrazul mangaiat de aerul ce era mereu cu ei,purtandu le pe aripile pasarilor dorul nemarginit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8585235617801038499?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8585235617801038499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/pe-aripile-vantului.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8585235617801038499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8585235617801038499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/pe-aripile-vantului.html' title='Pe aripile vantului...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fwpKM3HpOY/TnnCjvFzcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5un4rZdI5Zw/s72-c/pe-aripile-vantului-22905-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5507678029301583661</id><published>2011-09-08T23:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:35:07.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingerul meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-YCbYrw9QZU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timpul s-a scurs&lt;br /&gt; tu nu m-ai sunat ca sa-mi dai un raspuns&lt;br /&gt; si ma pierd in amintiri, &lt;br /&gt; clipe ce nu mor&lt;br /&gt; ele-mi dau curaj sa nu uit asa usor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; striga-ma si atunci voi veni&lt;br /&gt; cheama-ma si voi veni&lt;br /&gt; intr-o clipa voi fi langa inima ta&lt;br /&gt; o lume ne desparte&lt;br /&gt; ma pierd adanc adanc in noapte si te caut mereu&lt;br /&gt; tu esti ingerul meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; inca te-astept&lt;br /&gt; timpul pentru mine se scurge incet&lt;br /&gt; si ma pierd in amintiri&lt;br /&gt; clipe ce nu mor&lt;br /&gt; ele-mi dau curaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; si atunci voi veni&lt;br /&gt; cheama-ma si voi veni&lt;br /&gt; intr-o clipa voi fi langa inima ta&lt;br /&gt; o lume ne desparte&lt;br /&gt; ma pierd adanc in noapte si te caut mereu&lt;br /&gt; tu esti ingerul meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; iubirea nu moare&lt;br /&gt; tu nu stii cum doare&lt;br /&gt; tu nu stii, tu nu stii&lt;br /&gt; si ma rog mereu&lt;br /&gt; ca sufletul tau sa poarte iubirea &lt;br /&gt; ce ti-o port doar eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; te pastrez adanc in amintire&lt;br /&gt; ce traim e vis sau e iubire&lt;br /&gt; numai eu..eu sunt doar al tau..&lt;br /&gt; esti in sufletul, sufletul, sufletul meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; te pastrez adanc in amintire&lt;br /&gt; ce traim e vis sau e iubire&lt;br /&gt; numai eu..eu sunt doar al tau..&lt;br /&gt; esti in sufletul, sufletul, sufletul meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; striga-ma si atunci voi veni&lt;br /&gt; cheama-ma si voi veni&lt;br /&gt; intr-o clipa voi fi langa inima ta&lt;br /&gt; o lume ne desparte&lt;br /&gt; ma pierd adanc adanc in noapte si te caut mereu&lt;br /&gt; tu esti ïngerul meu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5507678029301583661?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5507678029301583661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/ingerul-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5507678029301583661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5507678029301583661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/ingerul-meu.html' title='Ingerul meu...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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to&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I smile and don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Soon I know I'll wake from this dream&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken&lt;br /&gt;Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;All that's left of yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3722525974540030068?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3722525974540030068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3722525974540030068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3722525974540030068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello.html' title='Hello....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ih61MJ72v1Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-671976415703917393</id><published>2011-08-19T09:24:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:52:05.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the past behind...Or die trying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUgKcthAlPg/Tk4HW-fjycI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Z0DmsLIiwcg/s1600/Doubts-150x150.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUgKcthAlPg/Tk4HW-fjycI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Z0DmsLIiwcg/s400/Doubts-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642455474455693762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ceva din trecutul lui nu i dadea pace...Revenise in mintea ei si refuza sa plece...Era ca o teama mare de ceva inevitabil sau cel putin probabil...Daca reusise sa scape inainte pentru o periaoda de timp acum a revenit in sufletul ei teama...Teama ca poate intr un final va reveni la trecutul lui pe care incerca sa l uite atat de mult...Nu e sigura de faptul ca a trecut cu adevarat peste tot si cauta mereu indicii ca exista doar ea pentru el...insa nu stie unde sa le gaseasca pentru a se convinge definitiv...Si chiar daca le ar gasi nu stie cum ar reactiona fata in fata cu trecutul si in ce masura s ar schimba...Nu vrea sa sufere si nici sa stea cu cineva care are sentimente pentru altcineva pentru ca oricat ai incerca sa schimbi ceva sentimentele nu le poti modifica...Daca ar alege dintre doua mere unul verde,frumos ,aproape copt si dulce la gust si altul stricat plin de viermi si pe jos cazut pe cel stricat plin de viermi as simti doar parere de rau pentru el ca s a injosit in asa hal incat nu si mai stie demnitatea unde e si l as vedea precum un simplu om fara aspiratii si idealuri gata sa ia doar resturile altora si stricaciunile pomilor ce pot da si fructe frumoase si gustoase si fara viermi in ele...Insa cu toate astea ar trebui sa lase deoparte teama si tot ce i intuneca judecata si sufletul si sa traiasca doar clipa prezenta...mai mult nu are ce face...E dificil sa treci peste si sa gandesti logic insa de cele mai multe ori logica nu se intelege cu inima ce ti dicteaza sa fii precaut mereu ...Incerci sa treci peste insa nu reusesti mult timp caci indoiala revine si cu greu o scoti din sufletul ranit...Nu mai vrei lacrimi,nu mai vrei tristete ,vrei doar fericire si respectivul/respectiva din viata ta sa fie DOAR a/al ta/tau...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E perfect normal sa ti doresti ceva numai al tau si pentru care sa fii soarele si luna ,cerul cu tot cu stele,marea si oceanul cu plajele si in gandul si sufletul caruia sa fii doar TU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oare cand va disparea teama?Va putea lasa trecutul in spate undeva departe de ea  si de sufletul ei?Oare va reusi sa iasa cu fruntea sus ?Oare cand va reusi sa i demonstreze ca doar ea exista in viata lui?Va putea ea sa vada ce e fara indoiala adevarat?Asta depinde doar de timp...Timpul le va rezolva oare pe toate?Doar intrebari in mintea ei...Va avea oare raspunsul final ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-671976415703917393?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/671976415703917393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-past-behindor-die-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/671976415703917393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/671976415703917393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-past-behindor-die-trying.html' title='Let the past behind...Or die trying...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUgKcthAlPg/Tk4HW-fjycI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Z0DmsLIiwcg/s72-c/Doubts-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-7070401395787586221</id><published>2011-08-08T12:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:45:15.789+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doi olteni trecura Oltul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA0-yC1Xw04/Tj-wFOsxL8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HP9SbBIX6ic/s1600/100_6288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA0-yC1Xw04/Tj-wFOsxL8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HP9SbBIX6ic/s400/100_6288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638418862382854082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si uite ca o facui si pe asta...Traversai muntele pe jos...30 de km...Wow cat de fain este...Nu credeam ca este asa frumos prin zona pe care o frecventam mereu....se pare ca nu am avut ochi sa o vad desi mai mereu acolo mergeam...O adevarata aventura sa treci Oltul pe partea cealalta,pana la Calimanesti numai prin munte si prin tuneluri sa te plimbi,sa iei masa la iarba verde,pe maulul Oltului...Numai glasuri suave de pasarele si copacii verzi ce completau norii albi de pe cerul senin cu forme care mai de care mai ciudate...Din cand in cand mai misunau prin iarba tot felul de lighioane care mai de care mai colorate,fluturasi viu colorati...O imagine de vis,completata de ceva scary bineintele si anume un tunel lung de jumatate de km intuneric bezna,fara picior de om ,cu vantul in fata si probabil lilieci pe undeva pe sus ca la cat de bezna era nici sa ridic privirea nu aveam curaj...Sa mergi cu lanterna de la telefon si sa nu vezi absolut nimic in fata spate sau laterale este intr adevar destul de infricosator,cel putin pentru mine...Insa trebuia sa o fac si pe asta nu?Mi a fost teama dar cu cateva sperieturi si strans de mana pana la invinetire am reusit sa ies vie si nevatamata...La capatul tunelui insa mi se arata o adevarata frumusete,un loc de basm,cum numai in povesti citesti ca exista...Eu am vazut si am trait pe pielea mea toate aceste minunatii si sincer cei 30 de km pe jos i as face iar si iar si iar numai sa mai traiesc asemenea experienta frumoasa...Nu am ales un traseu dificil ca nu am tendinte sinucigase si la cat de impiedicata sunt nu m as risca insa am ales unul frumos ,unde ai ce vedea si pe unde sa mergi fara probleme...&lt;br /&gt;Recomand cu cea mai mare caldura si incredere sa faceti si voi pe jos o drumetie de genul,nu veti regreta...Daca stau sa ma gandesc nu sunt obosita ,nu ma dor picioarele deloc...prea fain ce pot sa zic?:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-7070401395787586221?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634747389636602754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce plm te bagi in viata mea?Ce mm aduci acuze si vorbesti ca o idioata imputita si mare javra?Nu crezi ca incepi sa ma scoti din pepeni?Cine p**da masii ti a cerut tie parerea?Du te draq unde vezi cu ochii si lasa ma in pace pe mine ca deja m am saturat de tine si de gandirea ta idioata de om inapt,incult!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt satula sa te vad zilnic cu moaca ta de bidon turtit si calcat de tramvai aruncat peste pod intr un mare cacat amestecat cu pisat bagat in muraturi vechi de zeci de ani!!!!Mi se falfaie mie ce parere ai tu despre mine si viata mea dar te as ruga sa te abtii de la comentarii idioate ca tine altfel o sa ti servesc un pumn in gura de ti sare proteza aia imputita si scarboasa si mirositoare mai rau ca un caine ud si tavalit in cacat de porci si balega!!!Cine plm te crezi sa aduci injurii cand stii fff bine cum mm esti tu ca om?Adik un mare dar mare NIMIC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;De fapt esti doar o nebuna in camasa de forta cu un curcubeu in capul ala sec,cu pantofi cu 5 numere mai mari de clovni,cu peruca super colorata si afro si un nas mareeeeee mareeeee si rosuuuuu cu claxon in el menit sa anunte lumea cand te apropii sa se pregateasca sa nu moara de ras ca le a plesnit burta =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off m**e bleaga! =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-173508169359983234?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/173508169359983234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/07/du-te-draq.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/173508169359983234'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>The Inner child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS1U8jH6evw/Th68EKPjEdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oBKlWPqcvjo/s1600/innerchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS1U8jH6evw/Th68EKPjEdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oBKlWPqcvjo/s400/innerchild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629143363914764754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu inteleg de ce multi uita sa scoata la iveala copilul din ei insisi...Sa fii copil nu e rau,ci reprezinta puritatea absoluta,inocenta...de ce alegi sa l ascunzi,sa l arunci undeva unde nu mai ai acces la el?Oare esti prea matur acum pentru el si consideri ca daca l lasi afara vei fi catalogat intr un fel?Poi cei care fac asta si ingroapa adanc copilul din ei sunt oameni morti,fara viata,ce au uitat sa traiasca in momentul in care au ales acest drum de om matur...Uneori e bine sa fii si copil,sa mai uiti de probleme,de griji...Nu conteaza ce probleme gasesti zi de zi daca la finalul serii esti linistit ca un copil dupa o zi de joaca...&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa lasi totul sa mearga concomitent,nu ascunde nimic din ceea ce esti de fapt,arata te asa copil cum esti ,inocent si pur cum erai odata...Lasa ti sufletul sa zburde linistit pe colinele insorite ale copilariei si veseliei si nu uita sa tipi din tot sufletul"SUNT COPIL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-9068953645094370098?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/9068953645094370098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3344968048683521093</id><published>2011-07-08T12:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:31:18.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GjZxiHWPrZ4" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the sadness in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy in their cries&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of all the passion&lt;br /&gt;The human spirit cannot die&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pain around me&lt;br /&gt;This is what I cry for&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pain around me&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'll die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the sadness go away&lt;br /&gt;Come back another day&lt;br /&gt;The things I've said and done&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But still, you push me to see&lt;br /&gt;Something, I can never be&lt;br /&gt;Why am I their shattered king?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3344968048683521093?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3344968048683521093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/07/melancholy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3344968048683521093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3344968048683521093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/07/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GjZxiHWPrZ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-6711988020271642084</id><published>2011-07-03T23:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:49:50.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ratati!!!!</title><content type='html'>In curand  `din suflet si simtiri`  by &lt;a href="http://www.versuripentrupereti.blogspot.com%20/"&gt;www.versuripentrupereti.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6711988020271642084?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/6711988020271642084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/07/nu-ratati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6711988020271642084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6711988020271642084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/07/nu-ratati.html' title='Nu ratati!!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1714397128060551765</id><published>2011-06-28T13:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:25:38.648+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe fatza!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAZIfoAD9q4/TgmrabkDEEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Y6OM9bDrXxI/s1600/pupincurist-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623214080312676418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAZIfoAD9q4/TgmrabkDEEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Y6OM9bDrXxI/s400/pupincurist-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ipocrizia e in floare insa ma amuza teribil cat de nevinovate vor sa para unele persoane...Nu am suportat niciodata ipocritii insa asta nu inseamna ca nu am incercat sa i accept pe langa mine din bun simt si m am facut ca ploua mereu...Stiu ca nu trebuie sa faci asa mai ales ca eu sunt genul de le spune in fata insa de multe ori adevarul doare si daca mai e vorba si de un om pe care il consideri amic de al tau, iti pare rau sa l ranesti spunandu i adevarul...Dar la o adica ei cum te menajeaza?Mintindu te si prefacandu se asa de prost incat daca ar da la actorie ar pica dupa jumatate de act?Tu ai bun simt insa ei ce au pentru tine?Nimic...Cat de amuzanti sunt unii care incearca sa te faca pe la spate si care inca mai cred ca au efect asupra ta cu anumite lucruri...Pacat!!!!Strici prietenii pentru prostii...Asta e lumea, nu gandeste :)))....Multi se dau afectati si daca ti indruga verzi si uscate vezi tu iubirea lor e mai mare dar nu sunt destul de buni pentru tine ,vei gasi altul mai bun ca el,cred ca gata ii pici in brate si esti moarta dupa el deja ma irita dar ma fac sa si rad in hohote cat de penibili sunt...Penibile scuze si penibile faze care sincer ma lasa suuper rece si ma fac sa simt repulsie fata de persoana respectiva si mila ca nu l duce capul mai mult de atat si are anii de i are degeaba...Toti sunt o apa si un pamant si daca ma mai gandesc mult la fazele de le fac scuip laptopul de la atat ras si sincer nu vad rostul sa stric bunatate de monitor si curat pe deasupra ...&lt;br /&gt;So nu va mai obositi sa interveniti in viata mea ca nu cred nimic,nu va iese cu mine,I'm NOT buying it!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;I live my life the way I WANT TO LIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life pupincuristilor :)))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1714397128060551765?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1714397128060551765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/pe-fatza.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1714397128060551765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1714397128060551765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/pe-fatza.html' title='Pe fatza!!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/sex-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3243028811990967871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3243028811990967871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/sex-on-fire.html' title='Sex on fire....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RF0HhrwIwp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3260264586663380620</id><published>2011-06-20T14:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:04:22.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupta cu tine insuti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era seara...ora 22...Vara calduroasa abia acum incepea...Dar in sufletul ei era doar tristete,sufletul ii era rece...In ultimul timp avusese numai ganduri negre,nu i dadeau pace...Se temea de ceva si nu stia cum sa faca sa uite,sa lase in urma tot...Mereu ii veneau in minte tot felul de idei si simtiri care mai de care mai sumbre,insa asa a fost mereu cand venea vorba de asta,era tematoare,punea raul inainte...Trecutul o bantuia,nu i dadea pace...Cu toate ca era bine acum ,pentru ea,intr un fel nu era asa,caci inca avea sentimentul ca ceva nu e in regula...Aducea aminte mereu trecutul in loc sa l dea la spate definitiv si sa nu se mai uite vreodata inapoi...Isi spunea mereu gata nu mai vorbesc,nu mai aduc aminte de nimic,uit tot,insa pana la urma tot o gafa...Era curioasa prea rau ce fusese inaintea ei,nu avea pace...Avea nevoie sa fie sigura de sentimente,de ganduri si idei pentru a nu fi ranita din nou...Stie ca nu e ca restul,ca nu trebuie bagat in aceeasi oala cu restul insa asa este ea,curioasa mereu si cauta in trecut pana si cel mai mic gandulet...&lt;br /&gt;Rabdarea nu a fost niciodata punctul ei forte,nu s au inteles de nicio culoare...Nu stie ce inseamna sa rabzi sa obtii un lucru,pentru ea nu exista in vocabular "ai rabdare"ci doar "acum sa se intample sau urmatoarele 10 minute "...Intr un fel este amuzant sa vezi cum pe chipul ei de copil se instaleaza o expresie serioasa ca si cand dak nu s ar intampla acum sau nu ar afla acum un anumit lucru s ar sfarsi lumea...&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa invete multe lucruri .sa nu mai faca greseli,insa pana acum nu i s a dat sansa asta,mereu i se retezau aripile inainte sa apuce sa le deschida si sa si ia zborul spre un gand mai bun ,unul prielnic ei ,tuturor...&lt;br /&gt;A incercat dar mereu gresea,acum poate e vina ei ca s a increzut in cine nu trebuia distrugandu si astfel increderea in ceilalti,poate e vina lor ca nu au inteles o desi spuneau ca o inteleg,poate nu e vina nimanui...&lt;br /&gt;Totul e insa o mare dilema,una ce o framanta in trecut si care nici acum nu i da pace...&lt;br /&gt;A auzit mereu replica "cineva mai bun ca mine va intra in sufletul tau,daca tu esti fericita o sa fiu si eu",si s a cam saturat de falsitate...Daca iubesti cu adevarat nu vei renunta indiferent ce s ar intampla...Insa acum ea si a pierdut increderea in fapte ,in vorbe,in tot...Spera sa o recapete ,sa i o dea celui care merita... E o lupta interioara ,una puternica,si desi de multe ori da impresia ca neincrederea va castiga,ea dovedeste ca este o fata puternica si reuseste sa indeparteze totul,intr un final...Desi are ganduri negre ea le alunga mereu,stie ca nu va fi asa...insa...tot revin...Cu timpul insa ,cu rabdare multa,va reusi sa le goneasca definitiv...Cea mai grea lupta se da acum in sufletul ei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pEzuC5UoM8g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3260264586663380620?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3260264586663380620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-408508660737807474?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/408508660737807474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/seriale-online.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/408508660737807474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/408508660737807474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/seriale-online.html' title='Seriale online...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href="http://www.vreaumobila.ro/"&gt;http://www.vreaumobila.ro/&lt;/a&gt; sau &lt;a href="http://www.vreaumobila.ro/scaune-si-mese"&gt;http://www.vreaumobila.ro/scaune-si-mese&lt;/a&gt; si alegi...Dai comanda si mobila vine la tine acasa....Fara stres,fara sa colinzi multitudinea de magazine si sa nu stii sau sa nu ai timp sa vezi totul pentru a alege exact pe gustul tau....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8568692851193423369?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8568692851193423369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/promovare-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/afPVCXX0AJo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nFwP3Yc-w6s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1179549382112473203?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1179549382112473203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/hard-bass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1179549382112473203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/lake-of-tearshouse-of-setting-sun.html' title='Lake of Tears...House Of The Setting Sun'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ByIRYW3lrsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5187664512796607252</id><published>2011-06-05T09:34:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:00:00.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar ea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8OEGclV1c4/TespBdbHSlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yVQLn6NvaDk/s1600/5598567030_1998987deb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626465502415442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8OEGclV1c4/TespBdbHSlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yVQLn6NvaDk/s400/5598567030_1998987deb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Statea singur in camera goala...Parca nimic nu mai era cum era odata...Trecuse mult timp de cand vorbise cu ea ultima data...Uitase in timp multe,mai putin ochii ei verzi,dulci ca de copil...Il incearca un sentiment de dor,desi acum era cu cineva,iubea,insa de ochii ei nu se putea indeparta...Ii lipsea rasul ei de copil,nebunia ei de moment,ochii ei verzi ce sclipeau cand se uita fix in ochii lui...Ii lipsea jocul lor ,sarutul ce numai ei doi il puteau avea...ii lipsea ea cu totul,ar fi vrut sa o mai vada macar o data,sa i mai auda macar o data glasul si rasul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avea uneori impresia ca o vede pe strada,in alte fete...insa,era doar o iluzie,caci ea nu era ,nu avea cum...Ii tresarea inima cand poate trecea pe langa el o fata ce avea trasaturi asemanatoare,insa isi revenea imediat,nu era ea...Ea era unica si nimeni nu avea cum sa semene cu ea ...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ii lipsea ca prietena,ce a fost intre ei doi s a dus demult insa acum ar fi vrut totusi sa mai stie de ea ce face,cum ii este...&lt;br /&gt;Deseori il surprindea iubita lui ingandurat insa el spunea ca e doar obosit...Poate era oboseala,poate gandurile nu i mai dadeau pace,nimeni nu stie,doar el...&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca ochii care nu se vad se uita...Nu prea e asa,el stie asta cel mai bine...&lt;br /&gt;Ochii ei verzi nu i a uitat,ei sunt inca in sufletul lui ,intr o mica parte din inima lui, daruita altei fete...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5187664512796607252?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5187664512796607252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/doar-ea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5187664512796607252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5187664512796607252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/doar-ea.html' title='Doar ea...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8OEGclV1c4/TespBdbHSlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yVQLn6NvaDk/s72-c/5598567030_1998987deb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3302116316947790215</id><published>2011-06-01T11:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:10:43.994+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani copilarie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl4gOt7Ngfk/TeYB2df6SMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GDT1HpCpHAM/s1600/children%2527s%252520day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613176020706937026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl4gOt7Ngfk/TeYB2df6SMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GDT1HpCpHAM/s400/children%2527s%252520day.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parca mai ieri alergam desculta pe campii cu pletele blonde in vantul dulce al verii ce nu avea putere decat sa racoreasca pentru o clipa corpul incins de la soarele ce parea ca arde pamantul...Parca era ieri cand ma duceam la Jiu cu fratii si surorile mele,si ne balaceam putin la mal sau alergam pe nisipul ce ne infierbanta picioarele zburdalnice de copii...Eram stapanii tuturor meleagurilor,apelor si cerului,eram copii....Parca ieri ma duceam la bunica sa i cer bani sa mi iau inghetata vanilata de pe strada...Ce mai vremuri erau atunci si parca nici nu a trecut mult timp...Inca am copilul in mine si inca mai fac lucruri ce le faceam atunci si asta ma face sa ma simt in continuare COPIL...&lt;br /&gt;Poti face cate nazbatii vrei ca nu te cearta nimeni,esti mic,prostut si nu stii inca ce e bine si ce e rau...Esti un suflet pur si inocent...nevinovat...neprihanit...&lt;br /&gt;Il avem in noi ,este inca acolo,insa multi il ignora,ii ignora strigatul de ajutor si l ingroapa tot mai adanc...Pacat de el,ar trebui lasat la suprafata,ar face lumea un loc mai bun...Toti ar trebui sa eliberam copilul din noi,sa ne lasam purtati de val exact ca atunci cand faceam tot felul de nebunii si primeam doar o mica mustrare din partea bunicilor...&lt;br /&gt;Eram toti atunci si ne distram ,ne simteam bine in natura...Nimic nu era poluat ca acum,aveam tot ce dorea inimioara noastra...Imi amintesc si acum prima data cand am invatat sa fac roata pe malul Jiului si ce fericita eram atunci,impreuna cu fratiorii mei...Din pacate ce e frumos nu dureaza mult...Nu am apucat sa copilaresc alaturi de unele persoane asa cum mi as fi dorit eu....&lt;br /&gt;Unii dintre noi s au dus de timpuriu ,altii au apucat sa creasca, insa amintirea mereu va ramane vie in sufletul nostru de copil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3302116316947790215?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3302116316947790215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-multi-ani-copilarie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3302116316947790215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3302116316947790215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-multi-ani-copilarie.html' title='La multi ani copilarie!!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl4gOt7Ngfk/TeYB2df6SMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GDT1HpCpHAM/s72-c/children%2527s%252520day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-2912040298494883912</id><published>2011-05-27T18:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:09:05.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectie de viata....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfajVFYSIFU/Td_MdFe_o8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/K0gY6Wx0OzM/s1600/life-lessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611428460787377090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfajVFYSIFU/Td_MdFe_o8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/K0gY6Wx0OzM/s400/life-lessons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pornea la drum,unul lung...Era seara ,aproape de ora 21...Nu stia incotro se indreapta ,era necunoscut totul pentru ea acum...Pornea singura la drum din nou,fara sa stie unde se indreapta...Pleca spre un nou inceput,o viata noua departe de tot si de toti...Nu vroia sa mai stie nimeni de ea,cum o cheama sau cine a fost...&lt;br /&gt;Fusese vestita,fiind o buna gimnasta insa acum era un anonim intr o lume de spini...De fapt asta isi dorea,sa fie anonim,sa nu o recunoasca nimeni,sa poate trai o viata normala...Normala in limitele ei,caci accidentul ii schimbase viata...Fugise de tot ca un las si plecase urechea gurilor rele...Insa acum nu mai era drum de intoarcere,nici de regrete...Se uita pe geamul trenului in care calatorea si ii vin in minte imagini cand el era cu ea,cand faima si medaliile erau numai pentru ea,si o lacrima ii uda obrazul...Luase decizia cea mai buna in opinia ei,si anume sa fuga de el,departe,cat mai departe,sa nu stie de ea,considerandu se o epava,o umbra a ceea ce a fost candva...Isi sprijina capul pe geamul rece de noapte si suspina usor,lasand loc si lacrimile sa incalzeasca geamul...&lt;br /&gt;momentul ei melancolic este intrerupt...Usa de la compartiment se deschide si cineva intra...Era o batranica ce mergea intr un bastonas...Abia reusea sa si gaseasca locul,fiindu i foarte greu...Fata se uita la ea si avea tendinta sa se ridice sa o ajute pe batrana insa ceva o retinea...Pana la urma se aseaza langa ea si suspina..."Greu e mama insa greul cel mai mare a trecut...Am luptat pentru mine insami si uite acum ce pot face,eu care eram tintuita la pat"....Fata se uita mirata si intreaba" ce ati patit daca nu sunt indiscreta?"..."Eram o mare atleta la vremea mea insa un accident stupid mi a luat visele cu totul,lasandu ma la pat ca o leguma...Insa nu am renuntat stii?Pentru ca aveam spiritul de lupta in mine,doar eram sportiva..." si zambeste discret..."Si cum ati reusit sa faceti miracolul acesta?"..."Medicii nici nu credeau ca voi supravietui,se asteptau din clipa in clipa sa ma duc,insa eu nu am renuntat,nu am acceptat ideea asta,am zis ca lupt si ca sunt sigura ca voi fi bine...Si am reusit pentru ca am crezut in propriile forte si acum uite pot sa merg,sa vorbesc,sa ma plimb...In primul rand am vrut sa demonstrez tuturor ca nu sunt lasha si ca sunt o luptatoare,iar familia si iubitul pe vremea aceea mi au fost alaturi....E o prostie sa renunti la ei doar pentru ca ti s a intamplat ceva rau...din contra ar tebui sa i tii alaturi sa te ajute sa lupti,sa fii alt om....Acum sunt casatorita cu el si suntem si mai fericiti cu fiecare zi care trece...Nici ca se [putea mai frumos...Recunosc faptul ca la inceput il indepartasem de mine crezand ca sunt o povara pentru el insa am inteles ca nu aveam dreptate,nu asta era solutia....si acum e mult mai bine..."&lt;br /&gt;"As vrea sa am si eu puterea asta...insa...nu pot..."..."Nu exista nu pot ci nu vreau.." spuse batranica...."nimic nu este imposibil....daca iti doresti cu adevarat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eu imi doresc insa mi e greu,mi e greu sa ma vad in scaunul asta si sa nu pot face nimic...si nici nu vreau sa l tin langa mine cu forta sau din mila...."&lt;br /&gt;"Din mila?Fetito,un om cand te iubeste nu face nimic din mila,totul vine de la sine si indiferent cum ai arata sau ce ai pati ar vrea sa fie cu tine ,sa te ajute,sa ti fie un sprijin,nu sa ti dea mila...Asta niciodata...Cel care face asta nu se ofera sa stea cu tine,decat se uita la tine cu ochii mari si mirati si incearca sa se indeparteze de tine cat mai repede...Iubirea adevarata nu se masoara,nu tine cont de sentimente de mila,ci doar vrea sa fie cu tine neconditionat pentru pana la urma nu conteaza cum arati sau ce patesti de te deformezi,ci sufletul e cel mai important...toate sunt trecatoare,mai putin sufletul...."&lt;br /&gt;Auzind vorbele batranei fata isi dadu seama ce prostie era sa faca si i spuse:"Multumesc mult pt sfaturi , m au ajutat sa vad viata altfel...Mi am dat seama ce greseala era sa fac...Acum stiu ce am de facut..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dar ce problema ai tu?Eu nu vad niciuna..."&lt;br /&gt;"Cum nu vedeti?Sunt in scaun cu rotile...Nu pot merge....ma simt o epava..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gresit....Nu ai nimic draguto,esti perfecta din toate punctele de vedere....Eu iti vad sufletul si nu e nimic in neregula cu el,eu te vad completa..."si zambeste frumos..."Nu uita ce conteaza cel mai mult si lupta pentru tine in primul rand,nimic nu este imposibil..."&lt;br /&gt;Auzind acestea fata s a luminat la fata si a zambit,in semn de recunostinta pentru vorbele ce i au schimbat viata...Acum stia ce avea de facut si nimic nu o mai puteA opri din drumul ei....Avea sa lupte pana la capat,cu el alaturi...Iubirea si credinta sunt cele mai puternice medicamente in orice situatie...&lt;br /&gt;Nu uita sa mai speri macar o data pe saptamana in ceva mai bun...Nu vei regreta....&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2912040298494883912?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2912040298494883912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/lectie-de-viata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2912040298494883912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2912040298494883912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/lectie-de-viata.html' title='Lectie de viata....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfajVFYSIFU/Td_MdFe_o8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/K0gY6Wx0OzM/s72-c/life-lessons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-6911084120918768284</id><published>2011-05-23T23:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:35:58.548+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe urmele tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RETMGf-dk5w/TdrRBPpnI4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/O2UqEkL9Rv0/s1600/green_eyes-1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610026105154511746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RETMGf-dk5w/TdrRBPpnI4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/O2UqEkL9Rv0/s400/green_eyes-1584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o seara frumoasa de mai...Era destul de cald afara pentru perioada asta a anului,insa nu conta...Caldura din sufletul lor era mai mare decat afara ...Ea statea acasa,la calculator si asculta muzica,pierdea vremea pe net,iar el era undeva cu treaba,insa cu gandul tot la ea...Desi orele treceau si ei nu erau imbratisati,asta nu i impiedica sa simta ca sunt unul langa celalalt,cu toate ca distanta era destul de mare...&lt;br /&gt;telefonul suna discret,cat sa nu deranjeze pe nimeni...Raspunde si la capatul celalalt al lui aude vocea lui...Se bucura aenorm,era ca si cum l ar fi chemat cu gandul...El de asemenea la auzul vocii ei se bucura,spunandu i ca deja ii este dor de ea,cu toate ca trecusera doar cateva ore...Dar cand tii la cineva minutele ti se par ore iar orele ti se par zile,asa ca doar la auzul vocii tresareau ca doi copii...Desi nu se vedeau ochii sclipeau precum doua luminite din pomul de craciun pe care copiii il admira reflectandu se lumina in ochii lor inocenti...Cred ca era prima seara pe care nu o petreceau impreuna si era ca un test,unul mare....Oare cat de dor le va fi si cat de mult tin unul la celalalt?&lt;br /&gt;Dupa vocile lor si tonul cum isi adreseaza unele vorbe as spune ca raspunsul este clar...&lt;br /&gt;Isi ureaza noapte buna si inchid apelul cu un simplu te pup dulce si dorinta nebuna ca a doua zi sa se vada si sa recupereze timpul pierdut....&lt;br /&gt;Se intinde pe pat si inchide ochii,poate ii vede chipul de copil...&lt;br /&gt;Porneste astfel la un drum nu lung dar nici scurt,pe urmele ei,sa o gaseasca in vis...&lt;br /&gt;Lumina din ochii ei verzi ii calauzea pasii spre ea,putin cate putin...&lt;br /&gt;Era ceva nou pentru el,ceva frumos si unic...Poate pentru prima data iubea cu adevarat... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6911084120918768284?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/6911084120918768284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/pe-urmele-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6911084120918768284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6911084120918768284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/pe-urmele-tale.html' title='Pe urmele tale...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RETMGf-dk5w/TdrRBPpnI4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/O2UqEkL9Rv0/s72-c/green_eyes-1584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-2139562502334034691</id><published>2011-05-21T10:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:59:42.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LA MULTI ANI SFINTILOR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72K4iLQMRZI/Tddw2bO2luI/AAAAAAAAAds/zGWP7L1n1JQ/s1600/sfintii-constantin-si-elena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609075941238544098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72K4iLQMRZI/Tddw2bO2luI/AAAAAAAAAds/zGWP7L1n1JQ/s400/sfintii-constantin-si-elena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA MULTI ANI CONSTANTIN SI ELENA....SA FITI IUBITI SI SANATOSI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LA MULTI ANI SPECIAL CELOR DIN VIATA MEA,SE STIU EI CARE :)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2139562502334034691?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2139562502334034691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-multi-ani-sfintilor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2139562502334034691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2139562502334034691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-multi-ani-sfintilor.html' title='LA MULTI ANI SFINTILOR!!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72K4iLQMRZI/Tddw2bO2luI/AAAAAAAAAds/zGWP7L1n1JQ/s72-c/sfintii-constantin-si-elena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5460326158799018793</id><published>2011-05-15T10:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:38:45.091+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe diem baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEoWdpyzfRQ/Tc-N5WTrnOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RTxdIYMKaHM/s1600/2393894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606856077479746786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEoWdpyzfRQ/Tc-N5WTrnOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RTxdIYMKaHM/s400/2393894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totul incepea acum cativa ani...Nimeni nu stia ce avea sa urmeze...Erau in liceu si timpul parea sa treaca greu...Insa nu era asa...Parca a zburat,legatura s a pierdut,fiecare urmand viata lui...uitand chiar chipul ...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ani si ani ,in diverse circumstante,s au reintalnit...Erau putin schimbati,insa el isi amintea perfect de ea...Liceul,barurile din perioada aia i au revenit in minte...Ea nu...uitase tot,avea probleme cu memoria...insa nu era ceva nou,dupa cum afirmau si prietenii ei de o stiau foarte bine...Avea amintiri vagi insa nimic despre el...&lt;br /&gt;Se apropie discret de ea si i sopteste la ureche "west"...In momentul acela ii vin in minte nebuniile de cand erau mici si zambeste....&lt;br /&gt;Se relua legatura dintre ei daca atunci nu fusese una stransa acum avea sa capete alt sens...&lt;br /&gt;Se intelegeau din ce in mai bine ceea ce era ciudat...AVeau nevoie aman2 de ceva sa le distraga atentia,sa uite tot,asa ca s au apropiat destul de mult devenind buni prieteni...&lt;br /&gt;Totul avea insa sa se schimbe intre ei,sa nu mai fie la fel,insa prietenia sa se consolideze...Erau maturi ,stiau cum sa mentina totul pe linia de plutire...Incetul cu incetul totul s a schimbat din ce in ce mai bine,toti prietenii erau cu ei si ii sustineau...Prietenia lor puternica era peste asteptarile lor,iar sentimentele ce apareau ii uimeau...&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu se astepta la asta...Era curios cat de repede evoluase totul...Insa nu mai conta asta,erau multumiti ca desi trecusera atatia ani acum s au reintalnit si lucrurile erau altfel...Daca avea sa se intample asta cu mult timp in urma poate lucrurile nu ar fi stat la fel,nu era aceeasi situatie deoarece niciunul dintre ei nu avea maturitatea necesara ,experienta de viata,gandirea de acum...Totul ar fi stat probabil altfel...&lt;br /&gt;Prezentul este unul frumos,trecutul este trecut iar viitorul inca nu i intereseaza asa mult ca prezentul acesta ...totul are sa si urmeze cursul si in functie de el se va hotara viitorul...&lt;br /&gt;Carpe diem baby!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5460326158799018793?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5460326158799018793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/carpe-diem-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5460326158799018793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5460326158799018793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/05/carpe-diem-baby.html' title='Carpe diem baby!!!'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEoWdpyzfRQ/Tc-N5WTrnOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RTxdIYMKaHM/s72-c/2393894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-427222830619706956</id><published>2011-04-30T16:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:19:50.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Numai noi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RZWJKAlAr9Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai noi, suntem împreuna&lt;br /&gt;Numai noi sub clar de luna&lt;br /&gt;Suntem doi fericiti în munte&lt;br /&gt;Tu si eu cuplul fericirii&lt;br /&gt;Eu si tu vis al împlinirii&lt;br /&gt;Iar în par porti tot flori de munte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vom fi singuri prin vai si pe creste&lt;br /&gt;Din noi doi va ramâne o poveste&lt;br /&gt;Împreuna vom fi si ne vom iubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne iubim, câta poezie&lt;br /&gt;Ne iubim, noaptea e târzie&lt;br /&gt;Focul doar mai traieste in noapte&lt;br /&gt;Esti al meu, nu mai sunt cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;Sunt a ta, ne iubim pe munte&lt;br /&gt;Pat de flori, sa-mpartim o soarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vom fi singuri prin vai si pe creste&lt;br /&gt;Din noi doi va ramâne o poveste&lt;br /&gt;Împreuna vom fi si ne vom iubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos sunt flori, pe cer numai stele&lt;br /&gt;Ne iubim martori sunt doar ele&lt;br /&gt;Adormim ca si doi copii&lt;br /&gt;Numai vis sub clar de luna&lt;br /&gt;Numai vis, suntem împreuna&lt;br /&gt;Suntem doi fericiti in munte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vom fi singuri prin vai si pe creste&lt;br /&gt;Din noi doi va ramâne o poveste&lt;br /&gt;Împreuna vom fi si ne vom iubi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-427222830619706956?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/427222830619706956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/numai-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/427222830619706956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/427222830619706956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/numai-noi.html' title='Numai noi...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RZWJKAlAr9Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-9213051898394578748</id><published>2011-04-28T09:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:57:55.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te besc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae9u33DxiZM/TbkP37BjBXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xkifWWCU8D8/s1600/As_vrea_sa_fiu_trandafirul_vietii_tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae9u33DxiZM/TbkP37BjBXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xkifWWCU8D8/s400/As_vrea_sa_fiu_trandafirul_vietii_tale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600525065023325554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fost odata ca niciodata intr o vara nu departata ....Nimic nu se anunta a fi cu efect...Era o zi oarecare de mai...o zi calduroasa si frumoasa,ce avea sa deschida ceva nou...Avea sufletul ranit si nimic nu i l vindecase...Pana intr o vineri,la o iarba verde cand s a intamplat ceva...S a indragostit pe loc fara sa si dea seama...Era fericit...Nu mai simtise asa ceva...Fata insa avand inima de ceva timp in hibernare nu a vrut sa si elibereze sentimentele si s a purtat urat cu el,il respingea mereu,il indeparta de ea de teama de a nu se mai implica in alta suferinta insa el era incapatanat,nu a renuntat usor...&lt;br /&gt;Gesturile lui tandre si pline de iubire o copleseau dar in acelasi timp o speriau pentru ca incepea sa simta si ea ceva...dar...refuza sa i arate sau sa i spuna ceva...teama pusese stapanire pe inima ei de gheata ce incepea sa se topeasca...Insa lui nu i pasa caci o iubea,nu dorea altceva decat respect si intr un final sa si arate adevaratele sentimente...Fata insa nu a facut asta,ci doar greseli...greseli ce au dus intr un final la un deznodamant...Dupa atata lupta practic in zadar a renuntat...Cand a realizat ca il pierde a incercat sa schimbe ceva insa nu a mai putut...era hotarat sa nu mai creada in schimbarea ei...Pentru el era o decizie importanta si trebuia sa se tina de ea indiferent de ce ar fi spus ea ...Il durea insa trebuia sa respecte decizia...Suferea in sinea lui si ea in sinea ei si desi spera sa se rezolve ceva nu s a mai putut...Baiatul s a racit tot mai mult ,nu mai dorea sa vorbeasca ,sa raspunda la telefon sau la mesaje ci sa si mentina drumul lui ales acum...Avea sa regrete mai tarziu ca a lasat o acum cu sufletul frant si lacrimi in ochi?Oare acum o mai iubea,ii mai pasa de ea?Ea stia sigur ca il iubeste insa o dezamagise prin comportamentul lui si prin lipsa lui de sinceritate in ultimele clipe...Cu inima franta si lacrimile curgand pe obrazul ud de atatea nopti nedormite si pline de durere inchide ochii si suspina...A facut tot ce putea sa faca insa mai mult nu are ce din moment ce el acum refuza orice contact...Raman in mintea ei doar vorbele lui pline de durere si lacrimile lui ce curgeau siroaie si ochii cuprinsi de durere...&lt;br /&gt;Era fata lui si el baiatul ei insa nu a vazut asta atunci,deoarece teama i a intunecat totul,i a inghetat simturile si sentimentele...Tot ce a mai ramas acum e amintirea lor si parerea de rau ca s a terminat ceva ce putea fi frumos si doar un mesaj in telefon ce exprima exact ce simte ea dar nu a avut curaj sa recunoasca...&lt;br /&gt;Suspina uosr si incheie " Te besc"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-9213051898394578748?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/9213051898394578748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/te-besc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/9213051898394578748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/9213051898394578748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/te-besc.html' title='Te besc...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae9u33DxiZM/TbkP37BjBXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xkifWWCU8D8/s72-c/As_vrea_sa_fiu_trandafirul_vietii_tale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-6319855945362251747</id><published>2011-04-27T11:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:09:02.124+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calatorul....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xu3uQlm1jiI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde mergi, ma intreaba gandul&lt;br /&gt;Si de ce nu mai astept&lt;br /&gt;Poate sa-i raspunda vantul&lt;br /&gt;Ce cutreiera pamantul &lt;br /&gt;Unde am sa ma indrept... &lt;br /&gt;Peste pasii mei se-asterne&lt;br /&gt;Praful unei mari iubiri&lt;br /&gt;Juramintele eterne rostite pe alte perne&lt;br /&gt;Sunt doar amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa rog pe cer&lt;br /&gt;Sa m-ajute el&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma vindece de tine...&lt;br /&gt;Amintirea ta &lt;br /&gt;Si speranta mea&lt;br /&gt;Toate plang inchise in mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las in urma mea pe strada&lt;br /&gt;Banca unde ne-am iubit&lt;br /&gt;N-a fost nimeni sa ne vada&lt;br /&gt;Cine ar fi putut sa creada&lt;br /&gt;Un indragostit...&lt;br /&gt;Astazi inteleg ce-nseamna&lt;br /&gt;Sa traiesti neimplinit&lt;br /&gt;Numai gandul ma indeamna&lt;br /&gt;In apus tarziu de toamna&lt;br /&gt;Catre infinït...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6319855945362251747?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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de cei dragi voua....Sa va simtiti bine de tot si sa beti cu masura:D mare :D :)))  :-j....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8420954408196816438?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8420954408196816438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8420954408196816438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8420954408196816438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html' title='Paste 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type='text'>Someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H5h0V6Cq2kw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search for freedom&lt;br /&gt;and peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I've left the memories behind&lt;br /&gt;Wanna start a new life&lt;br /&gt;but it seems to be rather absurd&lt;br /&gt;when I know the truth&lt;br /&gt;is that I always think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Someday someway&lt;br /&gt;together we will be baby&lt;br /&gt;I will take and you will take your time&lt;br /&gt;We'll wait for our fate&lt;br /&gt;cos' nobody owns us baby&lt;br /&gt;We can shake we can shake the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to throw the picture out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;try to leave the memories behind&lt;br /&gt;Here by the ocean &lt;br /&gt;wave's carry voices from you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the truth&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Someday someway&lt;br /&gt;together we will be baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we had together&lt;br /&gt;just fades away in time&lt;br /&gt;And now you've got your own world&lt;br /&gt;and I guess I've got mine&lt;br /&gt;But the passion that you planted&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of my heart&lt;br /&gt;is a passion that will never stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4774865685671211410?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4774865685671211410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3430683562024100731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3430683562024100731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/forget-you.html' title='Forget you...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/THKwBtx1syo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4676113701350876622</id><published>2011-04-14T14:45:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:05:19.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somn adanc...Adio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ1lSSo-NzY/Tabikub0RXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0s9Rzda8KJ4/s1600/deep%252520sleep%252520widget.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595408707622290802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ1lSSo-NzY/Tabikub0RXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0s9Rzda8KJ4/s400/deep%252520sleep%252520widget.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ultimul timp viata ei nu a fost prea roz...De fapt a fost chiar neagra...O perioada nasoala,in care se gandea cum e mai bine sa procedeze...Nu stia exact ce sa faca,cum sa faca sa fie bine...Sa nu fie insistenta dar nici deloc,sa nu exagereze dar nici punct sa nu puna...Ea este sigura de ceea ce simte,insa nu si el...Se pare ca e mai bine asa pentru el,si tot ce si doreste este ca lui sa i fie bine...Daca ea nu a putut sa l faca fericit din diverse motive atunci nu poate decat sa i doreasca din inima tot binele din lume si sa fie cat mai bine...&lt;br /&gt;De azi inainte e pe cont propriu,o ia de la capat,caci altfel nu poate...A gresit mult si stie asta,insa regretele deja nu si mai au rostul...Poate timpul le va rezolva pe toate...&lt;br /&gt;Isi ia o pauza,nu stie cat de mare sau mica,insa are nevoie...Se va detasa de tot si va dormi un somn adanc...Nimic nu va mai fi la fel,cu toate ca a mai trecut prin ceva asemanator insa nu e cum se spune...Nu pentru ea...&lt;br /&gt;Nu este usor,sentimentele sunt mari insa,ce mai poate face cand nu i se permite nimic?Te demoralizezi usor cand vezi ca nimic nu e cum ai vrea...Asa ca solutia e o detasare de tot...&lt;br /&gt;Somnul adanc in care va cadea isi va pune amprenta pe tot... Poate candva daca va deschide ochii vor fi trecut mii de ani peste sufletul ranit si tot ce stia sau cunostea va fi disparut...&lt;br /&gt;Doar un singur cuvant isi mai are loc acum in mintea ei :"Adio!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4676113701350876622?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4676113701350876622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/somn-adancadio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4676113701350876622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4676113701350876622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/somn-adancadio.html' title='Somn adanc...Adio...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ1lSSo-NzY/Tabikub0RXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0s9Rzda8KJ4/s72-c/deep%252520sleep%252520widget.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4891967563136640031</id><published>2011-04-04T10:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:17:10.105+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not afraid to say "I love you"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tvFnpmrNwkM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Any more than I used to be,babe&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death to fall in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4891967563136640031?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4891967563136640031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-not-afraid-to-say-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4689437087747988914</id><published>2011-04-01T09:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:05:33.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying my best...</title><content type='html'>I tried to hide from you what I feel but now I don t have any regrets...I finally made it to confess my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OhWwbZ9eOYY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying to myself tryin'a act like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;The way it's killing me every time&lt;br /&gt;That you're not there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get weak&lt;br /&gt;And all the walls I've been building up&lt;br /&gt;Crack and then break when you're around&lt;br /&gt;I get weak&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do to fight it matters now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4689437087747988914?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4689437087747988914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4689437087747988914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4689437087747988914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-my-best.html' title='Trying my best...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OhWwbZ9eOYY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3901658175534781011</id><published>2011-04-01T09:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:51:00.921+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/th_RKrRWuAM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's too late but sometimes it's all about how we take a chance to change what we have done wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday our walls will fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....Bee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3901658175534781011?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3901658175534781011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3901658175534781011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3901658175534781011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/04/chances.html' title='Chances...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/th_RKrRWuAM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1504502087920084617</id><published>2011-03-31T12:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:33:24.399+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uitarea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sokr7UhAUfk/TZRSnNPO1II/AAAAAAAAAc8/PZZVAEkT2-Y/s1600/Sad_Cat_by_ale3006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590183870995551362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sokr7UhAUfk/TZRSnNPO1II/AAAAAAAAAc8/PZZVAEkT2-Y/s400/Sad_Cat_by_ale3006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se apropia vara...Nu mai era mult...Era nerabdatoare sa vada iar soarele pe cerul senin cum incalzeste suav pamantul...Nu se anunta o vara torida ca cele ce trecusera,de aceea se gandea cu bucurie la ea...Nu avea multe motive de fericire,nu avusese in ultimul timp,insa acum o raza de soare ii incalzea sufletul...Inima de gheata i se topise,acum simtea si ea ,traia...Avusese o perioada trista ,deznadejde insa acum sperain mai bine...Speranta moare ultima nu?O fi trecut astenia de primavara si acum ca venea vara se bucura alaturi de natura,dansa cu ea...Parca prea repede trecuse timpul,nu si dadea seama de ce....cum...nu renuntase deloc,nici acum nu a renuntat,stia ca trebuie sa lupte pentru ceva si stia sigur pentru ce...Nu avea sa se dea batuta...Nu acum cand gasise ceva ce cauta de mult timp... In fata ei se arata o lumina noua,o noua raza ce anunta ceva mai bun,si ca lacrimile si suspinul nu si aveau rostul...Era prea frumos...Ceva era suspect totusi,insa nu baga de seama... Natura canta cu ea,pasarelele si animalutele se plimbau cu ea...Doar o mica pisicuta nu era asa bucuroasa,ci statea zgribulita intr un colt... Se apropie de ea,o ia in brate,si simte inimioara cum bate ...Tremura....O mangaie usor pe cap si pe corp sa o linisteasca,sa o incalzeasca...Degeaba,ea continua sa tremure...Se uita atent la ea si vede cum pisicuta plangea...Era trista...Dc era trista intr o zi asa frumoasa?De ce acum cand toti erau fericiti,cantau,dansau,profitau de timpul frumos de afara...Dar nu ea... Fata incearca sa afle ce a patit insa ea continua sa tremure si sa planga...Se vedea tristetea pe fetisoara ei blanda...iar ochisorii ei erau tristi,rosii...Continua sa o mangaie si ruga restul pasarilor ,animalutelor si natura sa incerce sa o inveseleasca... Insa degeaba,nimic nu functiona... Se intreba oare ce are,ce a adus o in starea asta...Nu gasea raspunsul,iar ea continua sa ude obrajorii blajini cu lacrimi amare... La un moment dat ,in departare vede o multime...Se gandea ce ar putea sa fie acolo de e atat de multa lume...Nu se auzea nici macar un raset,galagie,ci doar liniste ca de mormant... Nu se poate asa ceva,nu in aceasta zi minunata sa fie si altii nefericiti... Se apropie discret hotarata sa afle ce s a intamplat...Daca te uitai de sus fata era singura pata de culoare dintre toti cei din multimea aceea... Se strecoara printre ei,incearca sa intre in vb insa nimeni nu raspundea...La un moment dat pisicuta sare din bratele ei si se pierde printre oameni... Fuge dupa ea sa o gaseasca si reuseste sa iasa dintre ei ajungand undeva ...O vede...Zambeste: aici erai...Pisicuta tot plangea...Se uita cu atentie printre cei prezenti si vede cum unul cate unul se indepartau...ramanand doar printre cunoscuti...Vremea se strica dintr o data,se raceste,norii se aduna pe cerul senin,natura incepe sa impietreasca,animalutele raman nemiscate,iar ea ramane uimita....Lacrimile incep sa ude obrazul una cate una,si cad pe pamantul acum rece si gol....Soarele parca murise,nu se mai vedea...Intunericul cuprinsese totul in jur... Doar o lumina slaba palpaia in fata ei si atunci vede....Vede familia trista si cativa prieteni,insa nu si pe el...Tristetea era mare acum,mai adanc inradacinata in sufletul ei....Pisicuta dispare si ea cu tot cu tristete ...Uitarea dispare si ea...Amintiri apar ca o sclipire si atunci isi aminteste tot.... Isi da seama cine era acea psicuta... Era EA,o parte din sufletul ei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1504502087920084617?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1504502087920084617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/uitarea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1504502087920084617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1504502087920084617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/uitarea.html' title='Uitarea...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sokr7UhAUfk/TZRSnNPO1II/AAAAAAAAAc8/PZZVAEkT2-Y/s72-c/Sad_Cat_by_ale3006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-2886174700102835872</id><published>2011-03-26T09:06:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:13:36.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce pleci tocmai acum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4uJmLqZbPg/TY2ks3UqNsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3H6SsFXDyUw/s1600/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588303803308455618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4uJmLqZbPg/TY2ks3UqNsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3H6SsFXDyUw/s400/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_SR8EX6yIKw/TY2i5Ny6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/p5l7b0pT-0o/s1600/Love_Hurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat de mult iti doresti un lucru incat atunci cand il ai refuzi sa l vezi si greseli dupa greseli faci...De amandoua partile sunt greseli e adevarat insa nimeni nu e de condamnat...&lt;br /&gt;Ai facut ce ai putut mai bine insa parca acum nimic nu mai conteaza...Ai luptat pentru ceva ,ai gasit,ai obtinut si acum renunti...Renunti asa de usor...Oare ce s a intamplat in viata ta?Regrete enorme si dorinte de schimbare sunt insa nu mai sunt sanse,doar refuz categoric...Inima spune iarta ma nu ma lasa asa ,nu acum,insa a ta spune nu,nu mai vrea....Ai plecat cand aveam mai multa nevoie de tine si cand am realizat ca totusi exista iubire in lume...Degeaba am strigat din suflet nu pleca ,mai ramai putin,u nu ai ales calea noastra,ci doar pe a ta...Te trezesti noaptea plangand,uitandu te la poze,insa inima spune uita,pleaca,nu te uita inapoi,nu te mai vrea...Cine stie cel mai bine ce e pentru tine?Doar tu stii asta,si stii ce simte inima ta si ce vrea sufletul tau...&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi amare acum curg iar pe obrazul uscat de vremea ce a trecut pe langa tine,striga dar nu e auzita...&lt;br /&gt;Sufera in sinea ei ,nu arata,nu mai are de ce...Nu ti pasa acum de ea...Ai ales ce e bn pentru tine,iar regrete probabil cu timpul vor aparea,insa...nu te mai uiti inapoi...Pleci fara sa ti pese...Ai luptat atat de mult ca acum sa pleci...&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea te uiti pe geam,privesti cerul asa de senin si luna atat de frumoasa si lacrimile tale inunda pamantul secatuit de putere...Ridici privirea spre el si te rogi sa fie bine,sa nu mai doara ,sa treci peste,sa nu te mai lupti atat cu amintirile si gandurile ...&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea se lasa usor peste camera ta mica si poza cu voi doi vorbeste in locul ei ,tristetea nu se poate arata ,nu se poate masura,nu se poate simti...Doar ea stie asta...Te uiti in ochii ei si vezi tristetea dar feresti privirea,nu ai curajul sa zici ceva....&lt;br /&gt;Cand erati impreuna totul era frumos,chiar daca nu parea,dar erai totul pentru ea si ea pentru tine...Erati o inima,nu doua...Acum ai rupt o in doua ,insa ranile raman ,nu vor putea fi doua inimi intregi...&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeati multe,spuneati totul,aveati incredere,acum insa doar tu ai ales sa nu mai fiti o singura persoana...Cu bune si rele erati voi si asta conta...Pentru ea nu conta altceva ,uita tot cand o tineai in brate si cand o sarutai parca fluturasi zburau deasupra voastra si pasarele cantau doar pentru voi...Iarna era vara pentru ca erati voi doi si caldura inimilor voastre tinea loc de foc...Acum acel foc s a stins,e doar cenusa...E frig acum,e frig afara si in inima ranita,trandafirii nici nu mai infloresc,primavara parca nu mai e primavara ci doar o iarna potrivnica...Ploua incontinuu pentru ca lacrimile uda totul in jur,tristetea primeaza...De fericire viata trecea mai usor ,norii de pe cerul meu plecasera,insa acum,au revenit ...De ce a fost sa fie asa?Cand nu esti langa mine vorbesc cu inima mea si o intreb ce are, insa ,nu raspunde...doar plange...&lt;br /&gt;Daca te ai uita inapoi,la clipele frumoase si ai da o sansa,nimic nu ar mai fi la fel...&lt;br /&gt;Totul s ar schimba si ar fi mai frumos si mai plin de viata...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abia cand pierzi acea persoana iti dai seama  ca ai avut langa tine ceva ce ti ai dorit sau poate nu ai vrut sa realizezi asta la momentul potrivit...Deschizi ochii si vezi cum pleaca si el cu durerea in suflet si convingerea ca tu nu simti la fel...Acum indiferent ce ai face ,din cauza faptelor  din trecut ,nu mai poate vedea decat ce ai facut tu gresit si parca nimic nu l mai intoarce din drum....Nu mai are putere sa creada in voi,nu mai poate....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sufar ca am gresit,tu suferi dar nu spui nimic,iar lacrimile noastre sunt stropi de ploaie ce uda totul in jur...Sacrifici sentimentele crezand ca asa e mai bine....  Doi oameni ce tin unul la altul,ce se completeaza nu trebuie sa stea departe,nu se vor uita nicicand,indiferent de ceea ce crezi....&lt;br /&gt;De ce ai ales sa pleci tocmai acum???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2886174700102835872?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2886174700102835872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-ce-pleci-tocmai-acum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2886174700102835872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2886174700102835872'/><link 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width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rrKHNyvaMd4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one last dance &lt;br /&gt;before we say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;when we sway and turn round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;it's like the first time &lt;br /&gt;Just one more chance &lt;br /&gt;hold me tight and keep me warm &lt;br /&gt;cause the night is getting cold &lt;br /&gt;and I don't know where I belong &lt;br /&gt;Just one last dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3117437116876329999?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3117437116876329999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5256857691840450134</id><published>2011-03-24T01:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:26:45.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate intr o zi candva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toata viata te ai ferit de suferinta...Ai facut tot posibilul sa nu suferi,sa nu fii u cel care plange...&lt;br /&gt;Ai facut multe prostii sa te ascunzi intr o carapace tare ca piatra fara sa te gandesti la consecinte...Te ai simtit tradat de toti,inselat,mintit...&lt;br /&gt;Consecintele?Inchiderea in sine....&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca doar asa te protejezi de tot insa uiti un lucru: iubirea...&lt;br /&gt;Credeai in ea...Ai uitat sa traiesti...Ai uitat suferinta cum este de aceea fugi de ea...Ai pus o masca pe fatza...Pentru ce?Pentru ca pana la urma cineva tot sparge carapacea ta oricat de tare ar fi,chiar de vrei sa recunosti sau nu...Insa teama asta te duce unde nu banuiesti...Pentru ca ti e teama pierzi...Puteai spune multe la timpul potrivit dar ai ales sa taci...&lt;br /&gt;Faceai multe lucruri ce nu le spuneai inainte de teama ca pierzi...&lt;br /&gt;Acum k ai pierdut regreti...E prea tarziu oare?Mai demult spuneai ca speranta e vitala...Acum ai mai ramas cu ceva?Refuzi sa crezi multe insa poate e doar vina ta...Tu te ai inchis in tine de teama sa nu suferi si ajungi acum sa versi lacrimi pe obrajii uscati de frig...Plangi ca stii ca ai pierdut din nou ,pe mana ta, si oricate lacrimi versi acum timpul nu se intoarce din drum...&lt;br /&gt;Poate intr o zi candva...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" 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title='Poate intr o zi candva...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C8mlc9zv5Ho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4659080059454104443</id><published>2011-03-21T12:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:14:14.199+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu sunt doar niste animale....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="14816"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8334"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=sb7nntmq"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=sb7nntmq"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=sb7nntmq" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M a impresionat enorm clipul acesta...Nu zic de oameni ca nu s ar ajuta insa daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine unii dintre noi am fugi sa ne salvam pielea,nu am sta langa un om ranit ...Si la urma urmelor sunt animalute despre care se zice ca nu gandesc,nu simt,nu au discernamant...Eu ii contrazic nu doar din prisma clipului acesta ci pe fapte vazute chiar de mine...uneori animalele sunt mai oameni ca oamenii insisi...Ar trebui sa fie un exemplu pentru noi toti,sa ne gandim de 10 ori inainte sa dam intr un animal...Poate ca acum veti spune da dar sar si musca sunt rai,merita batuti...Poi si dc credeti ca sunt asa?Nu oare din vina unora care nu suporta cainii si se apuca si i bat fara mila si i schilodesc?Si aici nu e vb doar de catei ci si de pisici si animale in general,pentru ca am vazut destule atrocitati si eu...Daca nimeni nu ar mai avea un comportament violent impotriva lor sunt convinsa ca lucrurile ar sta altfel...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum imagini impresionante ce m au lasat fara cuvinte atunci cand le am vazut prima data...&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt doar niste animale,sunt mai oameni ca noi,mai sufletiste,mai devotate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4659080059454104443?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4659080059454104443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/nu-sunt-doar-niste-animale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4659080059454104443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4659080059454104443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/nu-sunt-doar-niste-animale.html' title='Nu sunt doar niste animale....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3096439443075644649</id><published>2011-03-14T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:35:08.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat am asteptat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Szq7Pr01gGE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zile trec şi nu mai vin-napoi,&lt;br /&gt;Gânduri reci se înaltă către zori.&lt;br /&gt;În amintirea mea, doar umbre pot să văd...&lt;br /&gt;Şi suspin amar, din nou, din nou... Zile reci s-au scurs uşor,&lt;br /&gt;Zile reci s-au scurs prin nori, prin dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne cât am aşteptat, să te am în viaţa mea, ce vis ciudat, în mine !&lt;br /&gt;Câte stele au căzut, câte lacrimi în gânduri au tăcut, în mine ! Nopţi adânci se sting în raze vii,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau să ştiu unde eşti, dar e târziu !&lt;br /&gt;În amintiriea ta, doar umbra mi-a rămas...&lt;br /&gt;Şi suspin amar, din nou...din nou... Mi-e dor de viaţa mea şi de anii mei, Să mă pierd prin focuri care ard mereu, Mi-este dor de ei. Focuri albe se aprind şi iar mă pierd printre lanţuri reci, Lacrimi grele cad şi sting&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-am avut, vise ce-au trăit, dar eu ce simt ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3096439443075644649?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3096439443075644649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/cat-am-asteptat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3096439443075644649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3096439443075644649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/cat-am-asteptat.html' title='Cat am asteptat...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Szq7Pr01gGE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1897646318720087049</id><published>2011-03-12T08:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:01:10.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Said I love you but I lied....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bv5vMJKBAbo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the candle, love's the flame&lt;br /&gt;A fire that burns through wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love could never ever feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my soul I've tried in vain&lt;br /&gt;How can mere words my heart explain&lt;br /&gt;This taste of heaven so deep so true&lt;br /&gt;I've found in you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;My life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Need you forever, I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you&lt;br /&gt;But this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you....But I lied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1897646318720087049?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1897646318720087049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/said-i-love-you-but-i-lied.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-2114377368693132809</id><published>2011-03-10T18:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:03:18.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N6O2ncUKvlg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about him, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Will he come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2114377368693132809?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2114377368693132809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2114377368693132809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2114377368693132809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-dream.html' title='Just a dream...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N6O2ncUKvlg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5765006335115483041</id><published>2011-03-08T10:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:31:31.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>8 martie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5SsXEiX0dQ/TXXr_CyYKsI/AAAAAAAAAck/Jebi41snNjw/s1600/international-women-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5SsXEiX0dQ/TXXr_CyYKsI/AAAAAAAAAck/Jebi41snNjw/s400/international-women-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581626781508053698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 martie...&lt;br /&gt;A fost declarata zi internationala la 16 decembrie 1977,zi internationala impotriva abuzurilor asupra femeii...&lt;br /&gt;Zilnic,an de an sunt agresate femei din lumea intreaga...Din pacate multe dintre aceste abuzuri nu sunt reclamate din teama iar daca sunt declarate nu sunt pedepsite...&lt;br /&gt;Azi 8 martie este ziua noastra ,zi de libertate si lupta impotriva celor care abuzeaza de forta lor si profita de neputinta noastra,de fragilitatea noastra...&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea astazi e ziua noastra...Zi speciala pentru fete,pentru mame...&lt;br /&gt;Sa incercam sa facem ceva pentru noi,sa oprim abuzurile,violenta...Sa luptam pentru a ne fi bine,sa nu va fie rusine sa spuneti daca cineva v a facut rau,pentru ca asa nu vom rezolva nimic si toata violenta impotriva femeilor va continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT PENTRU FEMEI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RESPECTATI NE SI INCETATI ABUZURILE IMPOTRIVA NOASTRA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA MULTI ANI FETELOR,MAMELOR DIN LUMEA INTREAGA !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5765006335115483041?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5765006335115483041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-martie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5765006335115483041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5765006335115483041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-martie.html' title='8 martie...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5SsXEiX0dQ/TXXr_CyYKsI/AAAAAAAAAck/Jebi41snNjw/s72-c/international-women-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-9221706366351813074</id><published>2011-03-05T09:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:37:51.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go....</title><content type='html'>Where do you go&lt;br /&gt;When the day is long&lt;br /&gt;And where does your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;And who is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Why do I kneel&lt;br /&gt;How could I let it go&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me home&lt;br /&gt;Through the, the maze and on&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you the road&lt;br /&gt;That I led you the wrong way on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I go that way&lt;br /&gt;Why do I steal&lt;br /&gt;How could I let her go&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why did I go that way&lt;br /&gt;Why do I steal&lt;br /&gt;How could I let her go&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Why did I go that way&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need&lt;br /&gt;How could I let her go&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why did I go that way&lt;br /&gt;How could I steal&lt;br /&gt;Oh how could I&lt;br /&gt;How could I&lt;br /&gt;How could I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I&lt;br /&gt;How could I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h6pEZtx2YW0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-9221706366351813074?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/9221706366351813074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-2399887763010727161</id><published>2011-03-04T13:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:16:47.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The child in us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IVwO8aoOIOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2399887763010727161?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2399887763010727161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/child-in-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2399887763010727161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2399887763010727161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/child-in-us.html' title='The child in us...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IVwO8aoOIOc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3079564754088486084</id><published>2011-03-04T12:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:14:57.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unde e copilul din mine?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liavfZdSXMA/TXDJjPBnDSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yQEy2vKFqQc/s1600/Katie_Berggren_-Absorb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181545477934370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liavfZdSXMA/TXDJjPBnDSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yQEy2vKFqQc/s400/Katie_Berggren_-Absorb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poate pentru unii trebuie sa fii matur conform varstei,poate pentru altii esti doar un copil,insa pentru tine esti persoana perfecta...&lt;br /&gt;Esti copilul matur perfect ,cel care nu uita sa viseze nici in clipele cele mai grele...Cu toate ca acum ai ajuns la o anumita varsta la care se presupune ca nu mai poti visa ce te impiedica sa nu o faci?De ce sa fii prea mare pentru a visa?Cine spune asta?cineva care a uitat visul de cand era copil si acum considera ca atunci erati doar nishte copii,nu era ceva serios?Ce este rau sa ti doresti sa duci pana la capat sau cel putin sa incerci sa l indeplinesti macar pe jumatate daca pentru tine nu era "doar un vis de copil"?&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit a mia oara inapoi si recitesc scrisorica unde ne faceam planuri de viitor in imaginatia noastra de copii nevinovati si incerc sa raman in perioada aceea cu toate ca sunt singura in vis...Dar nu mi pasa,nu,pentru ca eu am mai multe visuri,nu doar acesta...Si ce daca visul acesta a ramas doar un vis?Pentru mine mai sunt destule ce vor deveni realitate,si daca nu toate se vor implini din diverse motive sau doar pentru ca sunt de domeniul fantasticului,eu nu ma dau batuta...De aceea visam nu?Sa ramanem in visul cel mai frumos daca realitatea nu ne convine sau nu ne aduce nicio satisfactie...&lt;br /&gt;Ni voi inceta sa visez,niciodata...De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca sunt un copil mare cu imaginatie bogata si caruia ii place foarte mult sa se refugieze in lumea asta imaginara,cu speranta de mai bine,si in care atrag cat mai multe persoane ,tot ca mine...&lt;br /&gt;Sa visezi nu e gresit si nici prea copilaresc,visezi pentru ca speri,pentru ca esti liber sa ti doresti totul in viata...&lt;br /&gt;Visam multe inainte insa incepusem sa uit cum e sa visez,dar mereu imi aduc aminte ca sunt tot un copil atunci cand mai gasesc vreo scrisorica sau mai caut in mintea mea amintirile de cand eram copil, ma trezesc la realitate si ma intreb iar :"&lt;strong&gt;Unde e copilul din mine?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3079564754088486084?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liavfZdSXMA/TXDJjPBnDSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yQEy2vKFqQc/s72-c/Katie_Berggren_-Absorb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-4612556106112756795</id><published>2011-03-01T13:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:38:10.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O primavara faina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuZ34V3_2zk/TWzZ58xmLII/AAAAAAAAAcU/En-67bBLvsI/s1600/martisor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579073627995122818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuZ34V3_2zk/TWzZ58xmLII/AAAAAAAAAcU/En-67bBLvsI/s400/martisor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primavara cat mai frumoasa va doresc tuturor si un calduros "La multi ani" voua fetelor/femeilor...&lt;br /&gt;Odata cu primavara sa infloriti ca un ghiocel si sa lasati caldura sa va patrunda in inima si in suflet...&lt;br /&gt;Va pup...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-4612556106112756795?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/4612556106112756795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-primavara-faina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/4612556106112756795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Liber....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KCbtBJMSGx8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am nevoie de bani nici de masini&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma plang ca viata-i un chin&lt;br /&gt;Nu stau sa ma inec intr-o sticla de vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau oricand sa ma simt&lt;br /&gt;Liber sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu c-am trait inainte sa mor&lt;br /&gt;Prin lume sa trec un pic mai usor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca totul e scris in stele&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu stau sa citesc in ele&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa simt ca traiesc&lt;br /&gt;Pas cu pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea din jur stiu ca nu-ntelege&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau nici un destin sa ma lege&lt;br /&gt;Sa fiu un prizonier in viata mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat mi-ar fi de greu vreau sa visez&lt;br /&gt;Ca din probleme pot sa evadez&lt;br /&gt;Si liber sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am nevoie de bani nici de masini&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma plang ca viata-i un chin&lt;br /&gt;Nu stau sa ma inec intr-o sticla de vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau oricand sa ma simt&lt;br /&gt;Liber sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu c-am trait inainte sa mor&lt;br /&gt;Prin lume sa trec un pic mai usor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat mi-ar fi de greu vreau sa visez&lt;br /&gt;Ca din probleme pot sa evadez&lt;br /&gt;Si liber sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am nevoie de bani nici de masini&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma plang ca viata-i un chin&lt;br /&gt;Nu stau sa ma inec intr-o sticla de vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau oricand sa ma simt&lt;br /&gt;Liber sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu c-am trait inainte sa mor&lt;br /&gt;Prin lume sa trec un pic mai usor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am nevoie de bani nici de masini&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma plang ca viata-i un chin&lt;br /&gt;Nu stau sa ma inec intr-o sticla de vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau oricand sa ma simt&lt;br /&gt;Liber sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu c-am trait inainte sa mor&lt;br /&gt;Prin lume sa trec un pic maï usor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5458657354449653550?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5458657354449653550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/liber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5458657354449653550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5458657354449653550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asta e melodia ce merge perfect pentru ziua asta de Dragobete si pentru restul zilelor in care va veti iubi....&lt;br /&gt;Dedicati o persoanei iubite pentru ca merita...La multi ani porumbeilor romani!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca esti cu mine, iti multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;La rau si la bine iti multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru gestu-n sine ca m-ai ales, &lt;br /&gt;Dintre toti, pe mine, iti multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru bunatate iti multumesc, &lt;br /&gt;Si sinceritate iti multumesc, &lt;br /&gt;Pentru felu-n care imi spui "te iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;Plin de simplitate,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru aceste toate daruri minunate &lt;br /&gt;ITI MULTUMESC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru frumusete iti multumesc,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tinerete iti multumesc,&lt;br /&gt;Mie oferite pur si firesc&lt;br /&gt;Dup-atata vreme&lt;br /&gt;Eu le simt eterne&lt;br /&gt;Asta vrand sa-nsemne&lt;br /&gt;Ca-ti multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru felu-n care imi spui "te iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;Plin de simplitate&lt;br /&gt;Pentru aceste toate daruri minunate&lt;br /&gt;ITI MULTUMESC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca esti cu mine, iti multumesc&lt;br /&gt;La rau si la bine, iti multumesc&lt;br /&gt;Pentru gestu-n sine ca m-ai ales&lt;br /&gt;Dintre toti pe mine&lt;br /&gt;ITI MULTUMESC!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru felu-n care imi spui "te iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;Plin de simplitate&lt;br /&gt;Pentru asceste toate daruri mïnunate&lt;br /&gt;ITI MULTUMESC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6858007513551001618?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/6858007513551001618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-dragobete.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1911141447868910529</id><published>2011-02-23T11:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:04:32.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Black Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8U4C-zYrFUg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something ugly this way comes&lt;br /&gt;Through my fingers sliding inside&lt;br /&gt;All these blessings all these burns&lt;br /&gt;I'm godless underneath your cover&lt;br /&gt;Search for pleasure search for pain&lt;br /&gt;In this world now I am undying&lt;br /&gt;I unfurl my flag my nation helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black black heart why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt;Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating all your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to lose my grip&lt;br /&gt;On these realities your sending&lt;br /&gt;Taste your mind and taste your sex&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked underneath your cover&lt;br /&gt;Covers lie and we will bend and borrow&lt;br /&gt;With the coming sign&lt;br /&gt;The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black black heart why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt;Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating all your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black black heart why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt;Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating all your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;All your sex and your diamonds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1911141447868910529?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1911141447868910529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-black-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1911141447868910529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1911141447868910529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-black-heart.html' title='Black Black Heart...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8U4C-zYrFUg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-434622919677855563</id><published>2011-02-23T10:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:00:11.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaN_-flenPY/TWTL3MVO18I/AAAAAAAAAcM/RVRewIHPo2w/s1600/My_Little_Black_Heart_Bleeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576806387655038914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaN_-flenPY/TWTL3MVO18I/AAAAAAAAAcM/RVRewIHPo2w/s400/My_Little_Black_Heart_Bleeds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read these simple lines,they are the sound of my black heart...&lt;br /&gt;"All I need is true love...Can u give me that?Are u ready to fight for this heart?Are u ready to make sacrifices just to change my colour?&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in my soul,i don t know whom to trust anymore...Can anyone help me find that one thing missing ?Can anyone help me believe in love again?I tried to scream out loud but seems that no one's listenin' to me,not anymore...they all got scared and ran away from me...It's because of my colour?It's because I don t know how to feel again?I feel hopeless and lonely...I don t know what to think anymore about all the things surrounding me...If I could choose my best moment,I would choose the one I felt love...Life without love is so empty and lonely...I would do anything to find someone make me believe again in u...Where have u gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-434622919677855563?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/434622919677855563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/sound-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/434622919677855563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/434622919677855563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;Vezi mai multe din &lt;a href="http://www.220.ro/videoclipuri/" target="_blank"&gt;Muzica, Videoclipuri&lt;/a&gt; pe &lt;a href="http://www.220.ro" target="_blank"&gt;220.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mers peste mari si tari,&lt;br /&gt;Am mers si pe sapte carari,&lt;br /&gt;Am fost si-n alte vieti,&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu, aceeasi plecare repeti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stelele ma dor,&lt;br /&gt;Ca-s mai frumoase de atatea ori,&lt;br /&gt;De cand noaptea esti a lor,&lt;br /&gt;Dar o viata esti a mea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa ma obisnuiesc fara tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici nu vreau sa-nvat,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa te-nlocuiesc cu oricine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar poate o sa-ti sterg iubirea,&lt;br /&gt;Si amintirea,&lt;br /&gt;Cand lacrimi de coniac,&lt;br /&gt;Din ochi mi se desfac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau zeci de ani la schimb,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o noapte sa mai pacatuim,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ultimul dans,&lt;br /&gt;Iti dau toata dragostea in avans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stelele ma dor (stelele ma dor),&lt;br /&gt;Ca-s mai frumoase de atatea ori,&lt;br /&gt;De cand noaptea esti a lor,&lt;br /&gt;Dar o viata esti a mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa ma obisnuiesc fara tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici nu vreau sa-nvat,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa te-nlocuiesc cu oricine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar poate o sa-ti sterg iubirea,&lt;br /&gt;Si amintirea,&lt;br /&gt;Cand lacrimi de coniac,&lt;br /&gt;Din ochi mi se desfac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa ma obisnuiesc fara tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici nu vreau sa-nvat,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa te-nlocuiesc cu oricine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar poate o sa-ti sterg iubirea,&lt;br /&gt;Si amintirea,&lt;br /&gt;Cand lacrimi de coniac,&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi de coniac,&lt;br /&gt;Din ochi mi se desfac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1148073125068974836?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1148073125068974836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/lacrimi-de-coniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1148073125068974836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1148073125068974836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/lacrimi-de-coniac.html' title='Lacrimi de Coniac...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3179320034266842381</id><published>2011-02-14T23:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:36:48.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu la filmari...</title><content type='html'>=)))...asta e doar o parte din ce s a intamplat...Sunt varza :)))) =))) :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lSLJt2ncNzk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy V ' Day !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Iubiti va mult asta e ceea ce conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani si celor ce poarta numele de Valentin...Sa fiti iubiti si sa iubiti la randul vostru,sa fiti fericiti...&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani indragostitilor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2616927510833582003?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2616927510833582003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-vday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/2616927510833582003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ca tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZOJA8gtNdBQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ridici mana pentru a mangaia,&lt;br /&gt;Deschizi gura doar pentru a tipa,&lt;br /&gt;Lasi urme de durere si rusine…&lt;br /&gt;Candva am fost la fel de prost ca tine…&lt;br /&gt;8 dimineata, v-ati asezat la masa,&lt;br /&gt;Dar copiii tai se uita in pamant la ei in casa…&lt;br /&gt;Sunt speriati, linistea-i apasatoare,&lt;br /&gt;Se aud doar doua linguri ce amesteca-n pahare…&lt;br /&gt;Si n-au curaj sa-si priveasca mama,&lt;br /&gt;Au vazut deja la baie ca-ncerca s-ascunda rana,&lt;br /&gt;Ca ai venit tarziu aseara, mort de beat,&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-o data, cand mancai, te-ai oprit si ai turbat…&lt;br /&gt;Ai aruncat cu telefonu’ in perete,&lt;br /&gt;Farfuria a zburat pe biciclete,&lt;br /&gt;Mijlocu’ noptii si vecinii dimprejur&lt;br /&gt;Auzeau doar vocea ta cum scuipa injuraturi…&lt;br /&gt;Ai urlat la ea ca totu’ a fost prea sarat,&lt;br /&gt;Fara sa stii ca aia mici stateau ascunsi sub pat&lt;br /&gt;Si se tineau de mana, in timp ce tu, in dormitor,&lt;br /&gt;O loveai cu palma pe femeia vietii lor…&lt;br /&gt;Ti-arunci neputinta pe sotie&lt;br /&gt;Si iti amputezi copiii inca din copilarie…&lt;br /&gt;Boule… Le umpli viata de rusine…&lt;br /&gt;Prostule… Candva am fost la fel ca tine…&lt;br /&gt;Tie-ti place cand ploua, da’ nu observi ca ploua&lt;br /&gt;Acum cu lacrimi peste tine cand ii rupi inima-n doua,&lt;br /&gt;Cand o faci sa se simta de parca are cu capu’,&lt;br /&gt;Cand faci pe dracu’… Tipi la ea ca disperatu’…&lt;br /&gt;E fara tine cu tine, tu dai in ea fara rost&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca zice ce simte, o arzi mai mult decat prost&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vede ce faci si cum o minti in draci&lt;br /&gt;Si cum nu-ti pasa ca vede ca esti la alta-ntre craci…&lt;br /&gt;Macar de-ai sti sa vorbesti, da’ tu i-arati c-o lovesti,&lt;br /&gt;S-arati ca-ti pasa de casa i-ar fi de-ajuns, te gandesti…&lt;br /&gt;E fara tine de mult, pare ca s-a obisnuit,&lt;br /&gt;Aproape ca-si doreste azi sa nu te fi iubit…&lt;br /&gt;Si ai sa mori dac-ai s-o pierzi, nici macar nu crezi&lt;br /&gt;Ca la anii pe care-i ai esti prea prost sa stii ca pierzi…&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mai mic decat tine, da-mi aminteste de mine,&lt;br /&gt;Nu demult, sa zic, eram si eu la fel de prost ca tine…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5308837085312112249?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5308837085312112249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-fel-de-prost-ca-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qAJPSsPSWmg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-861534881187690052</id><published>2011-02-02T21:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:42:49.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/06t-VeH6i2k" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though&lt;br /&gt;Goin' on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And havin' so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watchin' you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowin'&lt;br /&gt;What could've been&lt;br /&gt;And not seein' that lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doin' it&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And havin' so much to say&lt;br /&gt;(Much to say)&lt;br /&gt;And watchin' you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowin'&lt;br /&gt;What could've been&lt;br /&gt;And not seein' that lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And havin' so much to say&lt;br /&gt;(To say)&lt;br /&gt;And watchin' you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowin'&lt;br /&gt;What could've been&lt;br /&gt;And not seein' that lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seein' that lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was trying to do, ooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-861534881187690052?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Care se uita la el, doar ce are in buzunar.&lt;br /&gt;Vrea numai respect din partea celorlalti,&lt;br /&gt;Dar niciodata n-o sa poti sa-i cumperi pe frati !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://versuripentrupereti.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://versuripentrupereti.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3656822299335434023?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3656822299335434023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/versuri-adhoc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3656822299335434023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3656822299335434023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/versuri-adhoc.html' title='Versuri adhoc....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5569730651038965321</id><published>2011-01-30T21:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:13:51.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesti?Vezi sa nu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TUXGdN1MEXI/AAAAAAAAAbs/I4Wg73A9N4I/s1600/bye-bye-facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568074719544742258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TUXGdN1MEXI/AAAAAAAAAbs/I4Wg73A9N4I/s400/bye-bye-facebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viata....O realitate cruda...Iubirea...Ce este de fapt?Sau mai stie lumea sa iubeasca,cu adevarat?Nimeni nu stie ce e aia iubirea,multi considera ca daca ti au cumparat diverse lucruri scumpe sau nu sau au stat in curul tau mereu ti au demonstrat ca te iubesc...Nu este asa,iubirea nu se cumpara,ea se arata prin fapte simple...Doar in momentul in care ajungi sa cunosti cu adevarat pe cineva poti spune ca iubesti acea persoana...Daca nu stii cum sa te porti cu persoana pe care spui ca o iubesti,nu stii cand e suparat/a cum sa reactionezi sau ce anume sa i spui atunci nu mai vorbi despre iubire ca nu e...Te amagesti degeaba nu iubesti....Iubirea e altceva,peste puterile multora de intelegere...Daca ti pasa de o persoana precum sustii nu o superi cand e nervoasa,nu ti bati joc luand o la mishto,jignind o prin diverse gesturi sau vorbe....Daca iubesti stii bine ca acele gesturi nu s bune si mai rau fac...Dar daca asta e idealul tau in loc sa l faci pe celalalt sa te iubeasca sau cel putin sa te suporte in preajma lui ca si amic,ci mai degraba il faci sa te urasca asta e mergi tot inainte ca e bine...&lt;br /&gt;Sanse sa impaci pe cineva sunt atata timp cat recunosti ca ai gresit si incerci sa lamuresti tot....&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand e prea tarziu asta e si atunci din amici ajungi sa vezi pe celalalt care "te iubeste" ca pe un strain si nici macar de salutul tau sa nu mai aiba parte...Un complet strain in ochii tai,nimic mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;Cel care iubeste cu adevarat lasa orgoliul la o parte si incearca sa salveze ceva sa pastreze macar o relatie de amicitie...In momentul in care nu face nimic,inseamna doar ca mintea cu nerusinare si incerca sa te cumpere cu acele cadouri,nu veneau din suflet...Ce ti ramane de facut?Decat sa tii ceva ce nu ti a fost daruit din suflet,pui frumos mana si le strangi si i le inapoiezi sa le dea altcuiva,care crede vorbele alea goale....&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista iubire adevarata decat in filme,in realitate nu e decat o vanatoare de picioare care mai de care mai frumoase pe care sa le prezinti drept premiu sau pur si simplu doar un act de disperare cand vezi ca nu te baga nimeni in seama te agati de o persoana si o cumperi sau cel putin incerci...&lt;br /&gt;Eh asta e nu merge cu toata lumea...Nu suntem toti prosti.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5569730651038965321?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TUXGdN1MEXI/AAAAAAAAAbs/I4Wg73A9N4I/s72-c/bye-bye-facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3210905589495679771</id><published>2011-01-30T18:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:29:22.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petale de lacrimi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yi-thGBuk8c" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu citeste in ochii mei&lt;br /&gt;Ma tem sa ramin cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Intelege,ca eu nu mai sunt aceeasi&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu cred in altul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3210905589495679771?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3210905589495679771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/petale-de-lacrimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3210905589495679771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3210905589495679771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/petale-de-lacrimi.html' title='Petale de lacrimi...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yi-thGBuk8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-8337535824799690435</id><published>2011-01-28T09:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:56:00.687+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss In My Tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a3HmHEhtk-M" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a time&lt;br /&gt;when all seemed strange and cold&lt;br /&gt;out the dark, saw the day&lt;br /&gt;you're a danger to them all&lt;br /&gt;watch out&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing will turn them from their goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;but there's no fear to die with you&lt;br /&gt;hold my face in your hands&lt;br /&gt;and see it&lt;br /&gt;the bliss in my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe&lt;br /&gt;we get the chance to save&lt;br /&gt;the love we found in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and refrain the bliss in my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in fear you're coming nearer&lt;br /&gt;they abused you and I felt&lt;br /&gt;it was hurtful to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;you should be patient too&lt;br /&gt;forgive them&lt;br /&gt;cause they will never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm crying ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8337535824799690435?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8337535824799690435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/bliss-in-my-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8337535824799690435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/8337535824799690435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/bliss-in-my-tears.html' title='Bliss In My Tears...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a3HmHEhtk-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3317579996477123822</id><published>2011-01-27T12:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:32:21.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ar fi sa vii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZX3ohY-e8wE" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntreb chiar si acum unde eshti&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa fac cum sa-ti spun ca-mi lipsesti &lt;br /&gt;Fiindca tu ai ales cel dintai&lt;br /&gt;N-am stiut cum sa-ti spun mai ramai &lt;br /&gt;Cum se duc si se duc clipele &lt;br /&gt;Cum rasar si apun stelele&lt;br /&gt;De-as avea un crampei dintr-o zi&lt;br /&gt;Ti l-as da poate cand vei veni &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii as crede ca visez &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii ce ne-am mai spune oare &lt;br /&gt;Si cum sa speri &lt;br /&gt;Ca voi mai fi cea de ieri &lt;br /&gt;Eu nu te-am uitat dar vezi &lt;br /&gt;Te-am ratacit prin gand &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii as crede ca visez &lt;br /&gt;Mi-as aminti ce dor mi-a fost de tine &lt;br /&gt;Si te-as ierta oricat de greu ar parea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar de nu ma vei iubi&lt;br /&gt;Atunci mai bine nu veni &lt;br /&gt;Cum se duc si se duc clipele&lt;br /&gt;Cum rasar si apun stelele&lt;br /&gt;De-as avea un crampei dintr-o zi&lt;br /&gt;Ti l-as da poate cand vei veni &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii as crede ca visez &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii ce ne-am mai spune oare &lt;br /&gt;Si cum sa speri &lt;br /&gt;Ca voi mai fi cea de ieri &lt;br /&gt;Eu nu te-am uitat dar vezi te-am ratacit prin gand &lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi sa vii as crede ca visez &lt;br /&gt;Mi-as aminti ce dor mi-a fost de tine &lt;br /&gt;Si te-as ierta oricat de greu ar parea &lt;br /&gt;Doar de nu ma vei iubi atunci mai bine nu venï....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3317579996477123822?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3317579996477123822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-fi-sa-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3317579996477123822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="right"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aZL2b_d4H_A" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noapte geroasa de iarna...O baitza fierbinte apoi plapumica pentru a sta la caldurica...&lt;br /&gt;Statea in patul ei cald dar gol si se gandea,se gandea la el...Ii lipsea mult,ii lipsise in tot acest timp cu toate ca nu si a dat seama sau poate a reprimat...Trecusera anii atat de repede incat parca mai ieri erau ei doi impreuna,un cuplu fericit...Nimic rau nu se intamplase,ei nu se despartisera...&lt;br /&gt;Imagini frumoase desprinse dintr un tablou insa nimic real...Realitatea era alta...Ea era singura,el la fel,insa in colturi diferite ale tarii...Nu mai aveau nimic in comun,poate doar 2 3 prieteni...&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii ei verzi si mari si o lacrima scapa...Uda obrazul...Oare nu a trecut peste?Oare nu a gasit ceva care ar putea sa i aduca fericirea,acea fericire din perioada aia frumoasa din viata ei?Sau poate gasise in sf pe cineva dar fara vreun rezultat concret...&lt;br /&gt;In cele din urma adoarme si se trezeste ca era intr un fel de labirint...Se uita speriata caci nu stia ce sa faca...Merge ce merge si la un moment dat labirintul acela imens dispare si ea se trezeste intr o incapere...Se uita atent si l vede pe el...Statea acolo singur si se uita la ea,cu un zambet pe fatza...&lt;br /&gt;Avea un cd cu muzica de suflet si parca special pentru ea da drumul la o melodie Sarah Connor "From Sarah with love" ca si cum i ar face o dedicatie...&lt;br /&gt;Era intr o stare de somnolenta ,nu mai era constienta,pusese capul pe umarul lui si se lasa purtata in lumea viselor...La auzul melodiei tresare si parca starea aceea ii dispare....Se uita la el,in ochii lui verzi si mari care o priveau cu iubire multa...Se intimida la vazul ochilor ei iar in acel moment el se apropie cu buzele de ale ei si o saruta cum numai el stie sa o faca...Se lasa purtata de val si si da frau liber sentimentelor...O imbratiseaza cu dor ,o saruta si si trece mana prin parul ei...&lt;br /&gt;Era un sentiment aparte ce izvora in sufletul ei,sau poate doar revenea la viata...&lt;br /&gt;Era ca si cum timpul se oprise in loc si nu mai era loc de durere si tristete,ci doar ei ce erau in cele din urma impreuna...Sa fie oare un semn?Sau poate doar un vis departe de realitate?&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent cum ar fi,momentul acela a fost ceva frumos,chiar daca totul s a spulberat intr o clipita si momentele frumoase cu el au fost inlocuite de camera singuratica unde era si de labirintul sufletului ei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-2440833566301053514?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aZL2b_d4H_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-8348381997929898934</id><published>2011-01-19T23:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:36:24.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramai macar inca o noapte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TTdZQW15FJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VqNUGQ59qiA/s1600/You_Make_My_Blue_Eyes_Blue_by_Shigdioxin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564014002183935122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TTdZQW15FJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VqNUGQ59qiA/s400/You_Make_My_Blue_Eyes_Blue_by_Shigdioxin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vantul adie usor&lt;br /&gt;Misca doar un nor&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit pe fereastra&lt;br /&gt;Vad o raza albastra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog intr una&lt;br /&gt;Ca nebuna&lt;br /&gt;Macar o data, acum&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu se faca scrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai dar inca putin&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu simt doar un spin&lt;br /&gt;In suflet ai patruns&lt;br /&gt;Oare cum ai ajuns? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-8348381997929898934?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/8348381997929898934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/ramai-macar-inca-o-noapte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-38856974523742884</id><published>2011-01-18T20:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:44:29.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/df-lDx228C0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/df-lDx228C0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;on my face&lt;br /&gt;I can't see a thing&lt;br /&gt;and yet i feel you looking my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty stage&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but this girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's singing this simple melody&lt;br /&gt;And wearing her heart on her sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I have you&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i can tell i've got you&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips don't move&lt;br /&gt;And something is happening&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I've put a s&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty emanates from every&lt;br /&gt;word that you say&lt;br /&gt;And captured the deepest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in the purest and simplest of ways&lt;br /&gt;But you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that graceful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;Nor am i as eloquent&lt;br /&gt;But just a simple melody&lt;br /&gt;Can change the way that you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I have you&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i can tell i've got you&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips don't move&lt;br /&gt;And something is happening&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I've put a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my life i've stumbled&lt;br /&gt;But up here i am just perfect&lt;br /&gt;Perfect as i'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have you&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i can tell i've got you&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips don't move&lt;br /&gt;And something is happening&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I've put a spell over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-38856974523742884?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/38856974523742884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/spell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/38856974523742884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/38856974523742884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/spell.html' title='Spell....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-623715304296860847</id><published>2011-01-17T14:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:56:24.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sarut cat zece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TTQ7VHT152I/AAAAAAAAAbc/GN_GEbMwfSs/s1600/clipe-magice-petrecute-la-apus-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563136673634969442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TTQ7VHT152I/AAAAAAAAAbc/GN_GEbMwfSs/s400/clipe-magice-petrecute-la-apus-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se incheiase seara frumos...Era o zi de vineri...Nu se intamplase mare lucru insa pentru ea conta ca el era acolo cu zambetul lui de copil...&lt;br /&gt;Astepta cu nerabdare ziua urmatoare,cand stia sigur ca va veni din nou,sa fie impreuna...Parca era un copil ce astepta sa primeasca ceva ,indiferent de ocazie...Era o stralucire in ochii ei albastri...&lt;br /&gt;Ziua trece relativ repede,aducand seara cat mai aproape de ea...Se face ora 7 si pleaca impreuna cu un bun amic spre locatie,unde avea sa vina...Primise un telefon in cursul zilei si era fericita...Vocea aceea calda ii spusese ca va veni in oras si ca aveau sa se vada...inima ii tresarise asa de mult ca ziceai ca va avea palpitatii...Ajunge in bar si asteapta...Intarzia sa apara insa traficul e de vina isi spune ea...Nu trece mult timp dupa asta si suna telefonul...Era aproape si o intreaba daca il asteapta afara pentru ca in 2 min ajunge...accepta cu zambetul pe buze si ramane afara desi era doar in tricou...Nu i pasa de asta,avea sa vina el....Il zareste ,incepe sa i bata inima si un zambet larg isi face aparitia,ramanand acolo pana cand se apropie de ea...&lt;br /&gt;Vazand o decat in tricou,isi desface haina si o ia in brate sa o incalzeasca,aproape de inima lui,in geaca lui cea calda...Un mic pupic si fericirea se citea pe fata lor...Intra in bar impreuna si se aseaza la masa,ea pe un scaun el in picioare langa barman si un prieten de al lor...&lt;br /&gt;timpul trece relativ repede,fiind unul in prezenta celuilalt...Se hotarasc sa schimbe locatia,dorind sa si danseze...Pleaca impreuna,cu doar doi prieteni,spre locul unde avea sa fie locatia serii perfecte,unde nimic nu mai conta,nimic nu se vedea...&lt;br /&gt;Ajung in maxim 5 min in pub ul unde incepea adevarata distractie,se aseaza la o masa...Era destul de gol pentru o seara de weekend,insa era mai bn asa,nu era aglomerat,puteai dansa mai bine,nu ti mai era foarte cald,te puteai plimba de voie fara sa mai calci pe cineva pe picior sau sa dai din cot...&lt;br /&gt;La bar astepta comanda data de unul din baietii ce venisera cu ei si se apropie discret si el...Stau putin de vorba apoi se duc la masa impreuna cu popcornul si berea lui...&lt;br /&gt;Stau ce stau apoi el se ridica frumos si o invita la dans,pe scena...Accepta invitatia si incep sa danseze ca si cum nimic si nimeni nu mai era in jur...Imbratisari suave,miscari ce te faceau sa doresti sa nu se mai termine melodia,mangaieri pe obraz,evitari de sarut dar priviri patrunzatoare in ochii lor albastri ce nu se mai saturau sa se priveasca faceau sa fie tabloul perfect,momentul perfect pentru amandoi...Probabil in momentul acela si ar fi dorit sa o ia pe sus si sa o sarute cum numai el stie,iar seara aceea sa nu se mai termine...Isi pune capul pe umarul ei si continua sa danseze ca doi indragostiti...Nu si explica ce anume se intampla intre ei,insa sigur este ceva frumos...ochii lui ce i cauta pe ai ei,privirea ei ce cauta ochii lui, aceste gesturi spun totul ,fara sa fie nevoie de cuvinte...Ar fi dansat toata noaptea,nu s ar mai fi despartit nici sa plece acasa...Insa timpul trecea asa de repede ca momentul acela ce parea foarte indepartat devenise practic parte din ei...Spuneau ca pleaca ,insa niciunul nu si dadea drumul din brate,mai rau se imbratisau...Erau ca intr o transa,soptindu i la ureche faptul ca se simte foarte bine ,acelasi lucru spunandu i si ea lui,dorindu si tot mai mult sa nu se incheie acea clipa de vis...Momentul a venit si pana la urma seara s a incheiat cu un sarut ce l asteptasera probabil inca din prima clipa cand s au intalnit...&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu va putea egala clipele de vis petrecute in acea seara,mangaierile pe fatza si mana ei prin parul lui,buzele lor aproape unindu se intr una,poate doar alte momente ale lor ce vor preceda acesteia vor egala seara lor de vis sau o vor depasi cu mult... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-623715304296860847?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/623715304296860847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-sarut-cat-zece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3466819320521232776</id><published>2011-01-15T09:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:07:32.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind beneath my wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3fiTwfpPLA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/-3fiTwfpPLA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2420375870912465497-3466819320521232776?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3466819320521232776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/wind-beneath-my-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3466819320521232776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3466819320521232776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/wind-beneath-my-wings.html' title='Wind beneath my wings...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1102093707407157374</id><published>2011-01-11T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:02:56.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Departe de realitate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2Ma4BvMUwU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/e2Ma4BvMUwU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era tarziu in noapte...Trecuse ora 2...&lt;br /&gt;S a trezit dintr o data,probabil avusese un cosmar..Era doar ea si camera plina de papitoaie...&lt;br /&gt;Era destul de cald,probabil uitase caldura pornita...Bea un pahar cu apa si se pune in pat...&lt;br /&gt;Ceasul anunta ora 10...Era deja dimineata...trecuse noaptea destul de repede....Era vineri deja...Se ridica din pat si se imbraca...pleca undeva...Timpul a zburat relativ repede caci intr o clipa s a facut ora de iesit in orash...&lt;br /&gt;Avea emotii...Avea sa l vada din nou sau nu?Oare stie ca va veni si ea acolo?Nu stie,insa nu are curaj sa dea un mesaj sau sa sune....Se gandeste ca daca e sa fie va fi acolo poate pentru ea...&lt;br /&gt;Pleaca de acasa un pic emotionata insa bucuroasa,nu si explica de ce...Avea un motiv anume?Nu,insa ceva in sufletul ei ii spunea ca va fi bine....&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge la local si intra sfioasa...Era putin intuneric,insa il cauta discret cu privirea...Vede lumea din jur cunoscuta,saluta insa el nu era....Dezamagita si trista isi intoarce privirea spre ultima masa unde nu salutase lumea....Un sentiment ii patrunde in suflet imediat si ochii i se lumineaza...Era acolo la masa si ii zambea frumos...Era fericit ca o vede,ochii ii sclipeau de asemenea la vederea ei si se ridica ....&lt;br /&gt;O ia in brate si o ridica ,sarutand o cu foc...Era ca si cum asta ar fi fost ultimul sarut si ultima imbratisare a lor asa parea totul...Era prea frumos sa fie adevarat....Ea insa nu se gandea acum decat la el....&lt;br /&gt;A invitat o la dans,si au dansat ca niciodata,uitandu se unul in ochii celuilalt...Ochii lor albastri s au intalnit din nou toata seara cat au fost de nedespartit...Sarutari si imbratisari,priviri de indragostiti ca si cum nimeni nu mai era in jurul lor erau in prim plan....Nu erau atrasi de nimic in jur,pluteau in mireasma frumoasa a iubirii lor...&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat melodia se opreste si...el dispare...Ramane singura pe ringul de dans,de asemenea oamenii din jurul ei dispar...Era singura total,fara el,fara nimeni...&lt;br /&gt;Il striga pe nume insa...niciun raspuns...Lacrimile ii uda obrazul si cade in genunchi cu fatza in palme...&lt;br /&gt;Unde sa se duca?ce sa faca acum fara el?il dorise prea mult si acum nu l mai avea.....&lt;br /&gt;Poate asta a fost cauza,de aceea acum sufera...&lt;br /&gt;Simte o caldura ce i incalzea fatza suav...Ridica privirea si se vede in camera ei,acum luminata,singura cu papitoaiele...Era ora 10 dimineata,vineri,insa isi da seama ca soarele abia acum rasarea cu adevarat...Rasufla usurata....fusese doar un vis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum stie ceva sigur...In viata uneori nu putem avea cu adevarat ceea ce ne dorim,decat in vise...Daca dorim ceva foarte mult poate ca nu l vom avea...Asa e viata...Cruda...Te face exact cand nu te astepti si ti ia ceea ce vrei mai mult pe lume....&lt;br /&gt;Insa asta nu te impiedica sa visezi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-1102093707407157374?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/1102093707407157374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/departe-de-realitate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1102093707407157374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/1102093707407157374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TSrkdHU0azI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6tRnKCvYlWQ/s400/ok_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lansez un fel de joc aici pe blog...&lt;br /&gt;Toti cei care ma cunosc sa scrie la postul asta cum ma vad ei,cu defecte si calitati,indiferent de parerea pe care o aveti despre mine vreau sa o scrieti...Fara suparari sau certuri,doar sincere pareri si caracterizari...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa scrieti exact cum ma vedeti voi,cum ma comport ,daca ma comport bine sau nu,daca sunt sau nu exagerata...Tot ce am gresit sau nu...Totul vreau sa fie aici scris pentru ca fac un fel de sondaj in urma unor remarci primite si as dori sa sortez parerile pe bune si rele,greseli sau corect...V ati prins de idee...Daca am gresit undeva sau cu ceva as dori sa mi spuneti...:) care se baga?eu as vrea toti sa va spuneti oful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao si astept parerea voastra....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3879820852316647065?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3879820852316647065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/caracterizati-ma.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3879820852316647065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3879820852316647065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/caracterizati-ma.html' title='Caracterizati ma...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TSrkdHU0azI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6tRnKCvYlWQ/s72-c/ok_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-1064371965947974736</id><published>2011-01-10T00:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:39:29.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea noastra....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaykrcENvmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/LaykrcENvmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi doi s-a aratat&lt;br /&gt;O stea de pe cer, dar a plecat&lt;br /&gt;O caut din nou in noapte tarziu&lt;br /&gt;Aproape de stele as vrea sa fiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vom afla vreodata ce oare ne-a legat&lt;br /&gt;Cand s-a sfarsit deodata, cand oare am uitat&lt;br /&gt;A ramas din noi povestea noastra, doar atat&lt;br /&gt;E cineva sa poata sa creada in trecut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singur acum, aici sunt doar eu&lt;br /&gt;In locul tau nimeni, sunt singur mereu&lt;br /&gt;Te caut din nou in noapte tarziu&lt;br /&gt;Aproape de tine as vrea sa fiu ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-6474357401880566992</id><published>2011-01-07T17:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:21:35.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilasii mei...:D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KaLbWUR_y38?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO"&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/KaLbWUR_y38?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiii mei Funky,Juicy,Mishu&amp;Danutza.... :D....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6474357401880566992?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/6474357401880566992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/copilasii-meid.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6474357401880566992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6474357401880566992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/copilasii-meid.html' title='Copilasii mei...:D...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3269444807326558100</id><published>2011-01-05T00:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:27:36.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rece...Ca o piatra de mormant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TSW1DdMV1lI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Jdj6mwxhUok/s1600/My_dying_love_xlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559048386039371346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TSW1DdMV1lI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Jdj6mwxhUok/s400/My_dying_love_xlarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suporti....Durerea,suferinta toate sunt in sufletul tau....Pana mai ieri simteam durerea in suflet,ura,dezamagirea,iluzia unei iubiri pierdute...Acum...sunt rece...Rece ca o piatra de mormant....Sufletul nu mai simte durerea, nici ura macar,e gol...Intr un fel ma simt excelent,nu mai am niciun sentiment,nici de durere nici de fericire...Cat de ciudat este sa te simti gol pe dinauntru...Inainte nu puteam decat sa mi imaginez cum ar fi daca as ramane cu sufletul rece,impietrit...Acum cred ca stiu exact...E ca si cand nimic,absolut nimic nu te afecteaza,nu te supara,nu te bucura...Oamenii din jurul meu nu ma mai intereseaza,in afara de cei cativa prieteni si parintii mei cu sora mea...Restul nu ma intereseaza,nu ma afecteaza,ma lasa rece...Absolut fericita as putea spune,cel putin nu trista,ma simt acum in aceasta situatie....Voi fi rece,foarte rece cu toti,pentru ca doar cei care ma iubesc cu adevarat si ma considera prietena lor vor ramane alaturi de mine indiferent de ce voi afisa pe viitor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu stiu daca voi avea sufletul mort pentru totdeauna,insa deocamdata nimic nu ma mai afecteaza,niciun gest sau nicio vorba spusa de oameni care pentru mine nu conteaza si pe care nu dau doi bani la adresa mea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu vreau decat sa mi fie mie bine,voi fi egoista,si daca mie mi este bine, parintilor mei,doar prietenilor mei adevarati atunci sunt super ok,caci in rest nu mi mai pasa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am decis sa pun capat tuturor lucrurilor ce nu mi dau mie satisfactie,si sa merg mai departe asa cum consider eu ca e mai bine pentru mine,si sa nu iau in seama afirmatii rautacioase venite din partea unora de care nu mi pasa chiar deloc...Cei care ma cunosc cu adevarat vor sti cum sa ma ia si ma vor accepta asa cum sunt acum...Sunt rece si rea?Nu mi pasa...Cu cine merita nu voi fi...Si acele persoane se stiu ele care sunt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3269444807326558100?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3269444807326558100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/receca-o-piatra-de-mormant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3269444807326558100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3269444807326558100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/receca-o-piatra-de-mormant.html' title='Rece...Ca o piatra de mormant...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TSW1DdMV1lI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Jdj6mwxhUok/s72-c/My_dying_love_xlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-6247547157773804823</id><published>2011-01-02T13:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:55:41.974+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't see me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvJrhq6uPJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvJrhq6uPJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where i sit&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where i love you too much&lt;br /&gt;This as hard as it gets&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm getting tired of pretending im tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm here if you want me&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours, you can hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty, and achin'&lt;br /&gt;and tumblin, and breakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you dont see me&lt;br /&gt;And you dont need me&lt;br /&gt;And you dont love me&lt;br /&gt;The way i wish you would&lt;br /&gt;The way i know you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream a world where you understand&lt;br /&gt;And I dream a million sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire when you're touching my hand&lt;br /&gt;But it twists into smoke when i turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and faded&lt;br /&gt;It's too complicated&lt;br /&gt;Is this how the book ends -&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you dont see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you dont need me&lt;br /&gt;And you dont love me&lt;br /&gt;The way i wish you would&lt;br /&gt;The way i wish you would, &lt;/strong&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where i'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this just where we met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And is this the last chance that i'll ever get?&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was lonely&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just "only"&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and see-through and not enough to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you dont see me&lt;br /&gt;And you dont need me&lt;br /&gt;And you dont love me&lt;br /&gt;The way i wish you would&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-6247547157773804823?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/6247547157773804823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-see-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6247547157773804823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/6247547157773804823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-see-me.html' title='You don&apos;t see me...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-7380982364128069008</id><published>2011-01-01T14:39:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:06:00.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei noi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TR8kvEuP_OI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X8R-dzH7ghY/s1600/i-believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557200856338660578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TR8kvEuP_OI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X8R-dzH7ghY/s400/i-believe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa zic???daca pana mai ieri aveam o stare de cacao sa zic asa si eram tare pesimista in privinta anului ce doar a batut la usa noastra,astazi sunt mai increzatoare...Diverse lucruri minore dar dragute s au intamplat si mi au deschis ochii spre noi orizonturi...Sunt mai optimista,cred in anul ce vine ca mi voi realiza visurile in cele din urma...Prietenii mi au fost aproape mereu chiar si cand eram la pamant anul trecut:D asa ca multumesc pentru tot copii...&lt;br /&gt;Anul ce a venit mi a adus deja noi bucurii inca dinainte cu cateva ore de a si intra in ritm...Stiu acum si cred nu doar stiu ca va fi un an mai bun...Si cum zicea o persoana importanta viata este maro intr adevar insa vom decide cat de maro va fi,poate cacao cu lapte?:D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa bah!!!!!Wow am scris primul post pe anul asta hihihihi:D:D...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-7380982364128069008?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/7380982364128069008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/idei-noi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7380982364128069008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7380982364128069008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2011/01/idei-noi.html' title='Idei noi....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TR8kvEuP_OI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X8R-dzH7ghY/s72-c/i-believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-787398233719984263</id><published>2010-12-30T18:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:40:41.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trag linie....Sinteza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TRzD865D90I/AAAAAAAAAa8/qEY8W9OhOSk/s1600/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556531491636508482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TRzD865D90I/AAAAAAAAAa8/qEY8W9OhOSk/s400/writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trag linie.....Se apropie sfarsitul de an ,doar 1 zi ne mai desparte de un an nou,poate la fel de prost ca cel de a trecut sau poate mai prost...Stiu sunt pesimista insa atunci cand ma uit in urma nu vad decat umbrele a ceea ce a fost candva lumea,atunci cand ma uit inainte vad o negura totala,un haos total...Nu mai vad nimic asa cum faceam asta inainte...Nu mai am puterea sa fiu optimista,nu in conditiile astea...Spuneam inainte ca inca sper in mai bine,ca inca vad un viitor buni insa acum pot afirma sincer ca nu mai vad nimic...E ca un gol imens,o foaie alba ce asteapta sa fie scrisa,cum va fi scrisa noi alegem,totul depinde de noi....Cel putin asa credeam...Se pare ca nu este...Nici macar spiritul Craciunului nu l mai simt ca inainte,ca atunci cand eram copil...Tare mult as vrea sa ma intorc in timp,acum cativa ani cand stiam cu adevarat ce inseamna Craciunul...Revelionul...Despre el ce pot spune...E o noapte ca oricare alta,doar ca bem si mancam si ne bucuram pentru ceva ce stim sigur ca nu va veni...Oare de ce ne punem o masca?De ce chefuim si ne bucuram de noul an cand el nu aduce nimic bun?Eu o consider o noapte normala pe care o petrec cu amicii ,bem dansam ne simtim bine insa eu una nu i urez "bun venit!!!!" ....&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am facut asta si niic nu o voi face,decat atunci cand anul ce vine imi va aduce iubirea ce o vreau ,bani sa traiesc decent sa nu mor de foame...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce sunt eu recunoscatoare?&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand pentru parintii mei,care mi suporta totul...&lt;br /&gt;In al doilea rand pentru sora mea care asa cum sunt ma accepta si tine la mine cu toate ca o scot din minti mereu...&lt;br /&gt;Apoi urmeaza prietenii,nu am multi prieteni insa cei putini pe care i am mereu alaturi de mine imi sunt de ajuns sa fiu fericita...&lt;br /&gt;Bunicii nu sunt mai prejos,si ei ma adora cu toate ca alte persoane nu ma inghit si sincer ma doare n cot!&lt;br /&gt;Nu in ultimul rand sunt recunoscatoare ca am cunoscut iubirea apoi dezamagirea,lucru ce m a facut fata de azi,una puternica ce nu se mai lasa impresionata de nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Mi se cam rupe de tot in ultimul timp insa ce pot sa fac? Nu am multe lucruri pentru care sa fiu recunoscatoare,asa ca de restul nu ma mai intereseaza...&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uit de o persoana importanta pentru mine de undeva din alt oras nu foarte indepartat(B) ce mi a aratat anumite sentimente fara sa fie nevoie sa fie langa mine...Si nu in ultimul rand sunt mandra bunica tanara a doi nepotei superbi porcusori de guineea...Va iubesc nebunii mei scumpi:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In incheiere nu pot decat sa va transmit ca noul an sa aduca totusi macar speranta in mai bine atat in sufletele voastre cat si in al meu.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-787398233719984263?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/787398233719984263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/trag-liniesinteza.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/787398233719984263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/787398233719984263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/trag-liniesinteza.html' title='Trag linie....Sinteza?'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/TRzD865D90I/AAAAAAAAAa8/qEY8W9OhOSk/s72-c/writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3297227650753457722</id><published>2010-12-29T23:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:17:11.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks 4 nothing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23U0v3AqHzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO"&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/23U0v3AqHzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt I've been played&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I can't even cry it's that deep&lt;br /&gt;You just lie and you cheat&lt;br /&gt;Like its nothing&lt;br /&gt;see you said that you loved me to and so I trusted you but i guess that subconsciously I knew&lt;br /&gt;but i never met a boy so true&lt;br /&gt;never thought of me and you&lt;br /&gt;but you was just fronting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3297227650753457722?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3297227650753457722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanks-4-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3297227650753457722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3297227650753457722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanks-4-nothing.html' title='Thanks 4 nothing....'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-7382691282881979035</id><published>2010-12-20T19:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:13:05.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBR2G-iI3-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/ZBR2G-iI3-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking I could never live&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But I spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;thinking how you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I grew strong&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and so you're back&lt;br /&gt;from outer space&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;br /&gt;with that sad look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;br /&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;If I had known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;just turn around now&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd crumble&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I will stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;and I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;br /&gt;not to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;kept trying hard to mend&lt;br /&gt;the pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and I spent oh so many nights&lt;br /&gt;just feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;and you see me&lt;br /&gt;somebody new&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that chained up little person&lt;br /&gt;still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and so you felt like dropping in&lt;br /&gt;and just expect me to be free&lt;br /&gt;now I'm saving all my loving&lt;br /&gt;for someone who's loving me ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-7382691282881979035?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/7382691282881979035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7382691282881979035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7382691282881979035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-survive.html' title='I will survive...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-7276935024604628029</id><published>2010-12-20T15:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:29:31.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>If it means ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzq1Kmu7Xmg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/fzq1Kmu7Xmg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey darling, I hope you're good tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I want it but no, I don't need it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't come back home 'til they're singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;'Til everyone is singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear to you that we can make this last&lt;br /&gt;(La la la)&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past&lt;br /&gt;It might be for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sweetie, I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you don't wanna be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you want it but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I just feel complete when you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;But I know you can't come home 'til they're singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;'Til everyone is singin'&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear to you that we can make this last&lt;br /&gt;(La la la)&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past&lt;br /&gt;It might be for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;And even though you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;I can wait through everything&lt;br /&gt;Is this really happening?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway&lt;br /&gt;We knew it'd happen eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody's singin'&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody's singin'&lt;br /&gt;(If you can wait 'til I get home)&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody's singin'&lt;br /&gt;(Then I swear we can make this last)&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody's singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear we can make this last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-7276935024604628029?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/7276935024604628029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-it-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7276935024604628029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7276935024604628029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-it-means.html' title='If it means ...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-7578465019261355139</id><published>2010-12-19T14:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:41:49.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind blue eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxwuB6xPcvs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/TxwuB6xPcvs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2420375870912465497-7578465019261355139?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/7578465019261355139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/behind-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7578465019261355139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/7578465019261355139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/behind-blue-eyes.html' title='Behind blue eyes...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-3810887490654246519</id><published>2010-12-19T14:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:35:15.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful in my eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRKqxSZeq4s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/sRKqxSZeq4s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You�re my piece of mind, in this crazy world &lt;br /&gt;You�re every thing I've tried to find &lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl &lt;br /&gt;You�re my Mona Lisa &lt;br /&gt;You�re my rainbow skies &lt;br /&gt;And my only prayer is that you realize &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn &lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change &lt;br /&gt;And all the lessons we will learn &lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange &lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fell of tears &lt;br /&gt;Our share of sight &lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that you realize &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lines upon my face &lt;br /&gt;From a life time of smiles &lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace &lt;br /&gt;For one long last wine &lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about how time really flies &lt;br /&gt;We won�t say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;�Cause true love never dies &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-3810887490654246519?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/3810887490654246519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3810887490654246519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/3810887490654246519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html' title='Beautiful in my eyes...'/><author><name>ღஜღAng3l of Lov3ღஜღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03064783908993513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxUliwTvxa4/Szuyl8cJG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tMGTOmG1Hcs/S220/P10802756fff.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420375870912465497.post-5250779411498035710</id><published>2010-12-19T14:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:30:15.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time I said goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekQPwX0cYDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/ekQPwX0cYDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd lost my heaven&lt;br /&gt;And so I came running back to you&lt;br /&gt;And I made a vow to myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd never lose you again&lt;br /&gt;THe first time I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;The first time you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I was as blind as a fool in love can be&lt;br /&gt;And I made a vow to myself&lt;br /&gt;You'd never hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;The first time you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait a minute, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm always walking out that door&lt;br /&gt;I stand the pain for a little while&lt;br /&gt;And then come running back for more&lt;br /&gt;So this is it, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yet another sad farewell&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to live without you, baby&lt;br /&gt;But living with you is a living hell&lt;br /&gt;The last time I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You told me, go and good riddance&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'd come back to you&lt;br /&gt;But I made a vow to myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go back again&lt;br /&gt;The last time I said goodbye ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420375870912465497-5250779411498035710?l=darkang3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/5250779411498035710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkang3ll.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-time-i-said-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420375870912465497/posts/default/5250779411498035710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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