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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si te cunosc si ma cunosti...prea bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-1687664810186758074?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/1687664810186758074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/06/si-te-cunosc-si-ma-cunosti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/1687664810186758074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/1687664810186758074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;un fel de sentiment ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-6809750095191257489?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/6809750095191257489/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-fel-de-sentiment-am-incercat-sa-dorm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><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-251681102749165770.post-8955011798173539791</id><published>2011-06-02T01:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T05:21:43.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zpHkJ7CVO9g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- acea parte a ta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cu fiecare om care iti intra in viata dorind sa iti ofere o sansa realizezi  ca poate fi oricat de bun..mereu ii va lipsi acea parte....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Uneori cauti un motiv..oricare ar fi el sa incerci sa cunosti acel om...si poate vezi lucruri materiale sau morale la care oricine ar ceda, senzatia  ca poti avea poate de zece ori mai mult decat inainte e o realitate dar nu te multumeste...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In urmatoarele secunde apare din nou acel chip - total imperfect pe langa cel care isi tinteste momentan privirea asupra ta; auzi iarasi aceeasi voce nesigura dar atat de familiara- te intorci, dar nu e nimeni, doar o multime distincta usor transparenta; privesti aceeasi nuanta a ochilor si totusi nu le simti profunzimea -nu ai nicio reactie;ti se ofera lucruri care acum sunt doar lucruri..lipsite de orice valoare...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Trec ore si spui grabit ca trebuie sa pleci - ti-e dor si simti un gol- iti spune ca contezi..dar nu auzi - cobori si pleci...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ai vrea sa dai timpul inapoi macar pentru o secunda sa schimbi ceva, sa refaci totul..sau macar sa ii vezi pentru o secunda chipul imperfect pentru toti ,dar perfect pentru tine...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai primit un mesaj care iti spune ca ti-ar oferi orice pentru ca meriti - stii si tu ca meriti, dar numai ca tu nu poti vedea siguranta nici macar ca pansament - sangerezi ca un animal salbatic in care adversarul si-a infipt coltii.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Astazi ai mai mult decat ai avut ieri - dar esti de zece ori mai nefericit-lipseste aceea parte din tine care nu poate fi inlocuita, nu poate fi cumparata,nu poate fi stearsa-nu mai e nimic, vrei sa crezi ca nici nu a fost - te-ai minti singur, a fost la un moment dat totul egal..intre timp, pe drum, ceva s-a pierdut si a rupt tot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/251681102749165770-8955011798173539791?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/8955011798173539791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/06/acea-parte-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/8955011798173539791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/8955011798173539791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/06/acea-parte-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zpHkJ7CVO9g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4779706708223026874</id><published>2011-05-29T02:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T03:29:41.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hOnCdrqaf5I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oameni fel de fel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si am intalnit in ultimul an zeci d ziduri, am ascultat sute de aberatii si am incercat sa ma dezic de orice fel d complicatii, dar stii cum e: trecutul vine mereu din urma sa isi reclame drepturile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si exact ca intr-un film gen : to be continued, dupa un rau vine unul si mai mare, pentru mine, pentru tine, intr-un final pentru toata lumea asta in care traim si in care ne impartim doar aparente si zambete false dintr-o ignoranta aflata in cel mai avansat stadiu :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt lucruri care dor, sunt lucruri despre care lumea vorbeste, isi da cu parerea finalizand cu adaugarea unor aberatii in continutul initial, dar poate totusi toate au un rost in cele din urma si mi-au aratat ca poate omul pe care ieri il credeai cel mai josnic astazi devine demn de respect in comparatie cu cel pe care il descoperi azi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si toate astea ma motiveaza zilnic sa iti demonstrez ca stiu ca am avut partea mea de vina dar ca nimic nu conta mai mult, dar absolut nimic..azi nu mai conteaza pentru nimeni..decat pentru mine.. sa reusesc nu sa adun cantitati din tot felul din mizerii ci sa asociez unui nume respect si calitate indiferent cati ani mi-ar lua...stii cum e: lucrurile bune nu se fac de azi pe maine dar nu se pot distruge la primul atac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satula de rochite si fundite..satula de femei ce nu se respecta, uimita de prostia unor barbati ...plictisita de interese ce se invart doar in jurul unor cifre..prefer sa caut acei oameni atat de greu de gasit cu caracter de fier si bun simt, iar daca nu ii voi gasi imi ajunge singuratea fara prea multe socoteli ce dau mereu cu rest :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu mai e la fel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copilaria s-a maturizat sever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma rezum la cunostinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai vreau oameni fel d fel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau doar oameni cu caracter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca am ajuns sa zic : nici in mine nu am incredere cateodata, in tine nici nu ma gandesc :))! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/251681102749165770-4779706708223026874?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hOnCdrqaf5I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-3268732015151837542</id><published>2011-04-14T21:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:14:27.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kduLygC3UYs/TdO4Gdez7UI/AAAAAAAAALY/CTN90bpgb00/s1600/Photo_00020%2Bmodified.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kduLygC3UYs/TdO4Gdez7UI/AAAAAAAAALY/CTN90bpgb00/s320/Photo_00020%2Bmodified.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608028382138985794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ritm aritmic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aprilie si ploua..dar totusi e cald..e o combinatie ce starneste contrariul dintre raceala deranjanta dar totusi calma si racoritoare ce face ordine in ganduri.. Ganduri care se desprind parca de realitate si iau un tren fara directie sau locatii de stationare  fixate... T poarta printre fragmente de zambete..se opreste in dreptul unei priviri..ocoleste o imbratisare..si trece mai departe pentru a asculta o discutie ce isi contureaza o mie de sensuri....si se opreste intr-un final cand suna telefonul , primesti vestea unei activitati viitoare... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         Revii la  contrarierile tale anterioare si simti pentru o secunda o briza rece ce te obliga sa iti strangi mainile in jurul corpului..si lasi privirea in pamant..simti parca o mana p umarul tau si te intorci..tresari ..si t trezesti ..nu e nimeni...esti doar tu pe aceiasi strada dintotdeauna.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               Ti se pare mult prea rece..prea multa tensiune, iti dau tarcoale  lucruri pe care nu vrei sa ti le mai amintesti ..opresti un taxi si incerci sa t ascunzi de sentimente spunandu-i soferului sa se grabeasca...ploaia incepe si simti atat de cunoscuta acea zi..respiratia iti este din ce in ce mai alerta...si ajungi intr-un final la destinatie.. respiri adanc si greu privind inapoi luandu-ti parca la revedere reusind sa concluzionezi ca amintirile fac parte din fiecare dintre noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  toate isi revin in ritmul lor..uneori revin pt ca fac parte din tine, nu e nimic vor pleca din nou in urmatoarele 10 minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-3268732015151837542?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/3268732015151837542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/04/ritm-aritmic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/3268732015151837542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/3268732015151837542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/04/ritm-aritmic.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kduLygC3UYs/TdO4Gdez7UI/AAAAAAAAALY/CTN90bpgb00/s72-c/Photo_00020%2Bmodified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4707507170908058715</id><published>2011-03-18T03:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:10:04.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zi ploioasa de primavara..ore amortite..telefoane tarzii..kilometri strabatuti pentru cateva ore ..pentru 2 zambete. azi nu mai inseamna nimic, ieri aveau o semnificatie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x6VgBAcKqKQ" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sfarsit de zi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-4707507170908058715?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4707507170908058715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/03/zi-ploioasa-de-toamna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4707507170908058715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4707507170908058715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/03/zi-ploioasa-de-toamna.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x6VgBAcKqKQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4495784349009339280</id><published>2011-02-19T23:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:09:15.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lapte si caramel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu exista explicatii pt unele sentimente..pt unele intamplari..pentru atractie..sau lipsa atractiei..e sau nu ..dar cand e dictata de interese si ipocrizie..atunci devine grav..grav, grav :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu exista da sau nu ..nu e nici roz nici albastru..e doar o pata de cerneala pe camasa mea alba :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e o combinatie ciudata de zmeura si frisca..nascuta din lacrimi si zambete pe care o traiesc in fiecare dimineata la fiecare rasarit de soare cand realizez ca sunt mai puternica cu inca o unitate masurata in zambete sincere...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o ciocolata fierbinte bauta in doi  intr'o seara rece de iarna ...un fresh la o terasa intr'o zi torida de vara...o plimbare dintr'o zi uracioasa de toamna..o saptamana la un hotel cu vedere la mare din cel mai mare pat posibil :)) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E lapte si miere pt o raceala prinsa intr'o zi prefacuta de primavara...e fix ce vrei tu...e bucuria ca totul merge mai departe..ca sunt atatea mii de lucruri ..in mii de culori...pe care le vad dincolo de aparente si dorinta de a impresiona fara rost :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sentimentul de bucurie primara si efemera de a curma  neputinta permanenta in fata saraciei unor copii sau batrani pentru o secunda printr'o bancnota data la semafor..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry , i'm happy as I am : stronger than yesterday:) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s. : my  inspiration: old but good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GGUFtp5gQKo" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-4495784349009339280?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4495784349009339280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/02/si-nu-exista-explicatii-pt-unele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4495784349009339280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4495784349009339280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/02/si-nu-exista-explicatii-pt-unele.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GGUFtp5gQKo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4738632975873936707</id><published>2011-02-07T23:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:41:29.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;noapte buna bucuresti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Ador probabil centrul vechi si m'as plimba ore intregi singura..asa de nebuna cum imi spunea o             prietena mereu sincera:)) ..asa ca zilele trecute..cand nici nu am  realizat cand a trecut timpul ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o galagie ciudata care in sinea ei ma linisteste si imi armonizeaza toate gandurile..e ca si cum m'as restarta imediat dp primele 10 minute de la aterizarea pe zona :)))..mergeam si priveam la fiecare trecator incercand sa ii caut o poveste..fiecare imi atragea atentia prin mici detalii ..de la o simpla esarfa purtata pana la accentul din voce..si simteam ca sunt atatea lucruri de descoperit ..de invatat si eu nu stiu nici a  mia parte..eram atat de mica intr'o lume atat d mare..brusc vedeam lumea o infinitate de posibilitati ..asa cum mi se pareau literele din primul abecedar primit in urma cu multi ani :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M.am oprit in fata unui magazin si ma uitam la figurinele din vitrina...ele erau sursa d inspiratie pt toate "vedetele" ns de azi..care d care mai slabe..mai siliconate..mai parfumate..mai "branduite"..mai seducatoare  si cat mai apropiate de minunatele papusele de plastic ..uitandu'ma la ele am inceput sa zambesc ...stiam ca un chip nu e suficient..poate fi cumparat oricand...un comportament poate fi oricand copiat..prefabricat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gasisem sursa cuiva de inspiratie :)) si atunci realizam ca draga mea cunostinta e mai falsa decat papuselele de plastic si ca nici macar cuvintele folosite nu ii apartineau ..dar in schimb judeca cu o usurinta uimitoare..emana o siguranta debordanta..cand de fapt sufletul ii era zdruncinat la fiecare unda de soc speciala :)))...zambeam din nou uimita de aceasta data de simplitatea propriei mele  ecuatiei la al carei rezultat as fi ajuns daca mi'as fi ascultat sufletul de la prima abatere a regulilor de calcul  :)..dar in viata toate se transforma ,dp ce le scade intensitatea, in experiente..bune sau rele..placute sau neplacute..sunt intr'un final doar experiente ce ne fac mai intelepti si mai buni in ceea ce facem si ceea ce suntem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; .e tarziu si mi se inchid ochii : nb bucuresti! ..o sa adorm cel mai probabil  ascultand inca o data refrenul dintr'o melodie draga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S88Wit5bNdY" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/251681102749165770-4738632975873936707?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4738632975873936707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/02/noapte-buna-bucuresti-ador-probabil.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4738632975873936707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4738632975873936707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/02/noapte-buna-bucuresti-ador-probabil.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S88Wit5bNdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4115445276342813054</id><published>2011-01-17T13:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:35:17.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pachelbel's Canon in D--Soothing music(the best version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hOA-2hl1Vbc?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251681102749165770-4115445276342813054?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4115445276342813054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/01/pachelbels-canon-in-d-soothing-musicthe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4115445276342813054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/4115445276342813054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/01/pachelbels-canon-in-d-soothing-musicthe.html' title='pachelbel&apos;s Canon in D--Soothing music(the best version)'/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hOA-2hl1Vbc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-5014266837520544472</id><published>2011-01-17T00:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:45:18.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;              Lil'Paris! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;               Sunt doar un suflet de copil..asa sunt si sunt sigura ca mereu voi pastra o parte din el chiar si la 80 de ani...asta daca ii apuc bineinteles :)). A fost o seara frumoasa ..parca de primavara calda si simteam nevoia sa fac o plimbare pe frumosul Lipscani al Bucurestilor ..asa de una singura ..si asta am si facut. Am mers frumos la pas..in pas de dans ca in micul Bucuresti :))..pana am descoperit o stradutza partial luminata..nu stiam unde duce dar mi'am incercat norocul..era o combinatie de "vintage " si "new" in care pe o parte treceau S'urile si Range'urile iar pe cealalta, pe langa felinarele aprinse distinsii trecatorii printre care si eu;;).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;              Am continuat sa merg si la un moment dat am recunoscut o cladire pe ale carei scari urcasem in urma cu muuult timp pentru o poza..o poza care nu a reusit ...imi amintesc perfect..eram un zambet atat  de naiv purtat la o rochie  turcoaz ce credea in puterea timpului si sinceritatea unor cuvinte... atunci am realizat cate lucruri pierdusem ...cat timp ratacisem in cautarea unor raspunsuri ce ieri au fost atat de simple..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;               Simteam cum sufletul mi se prabuseste si se elibereaza in acelasi timp..mergeam fara sa stiu unde voi ajunge..m'am lasat condusa de intuitie..totul mi se parea atat de viu ..atat de alert..atat de plin de viata..simteam cum iau din energia orasului si pot sa o iau de la inceput stiind ca totul a fost doar o iluzie...ca pot trai in acest oras si fara amintirea ta..si fara scopul initial...ca sunt atatea strazi nebatute inca...ca sunt o tanara cu suflet de copil..poate prea naiv ..dar care isi va gasi intr'o zi linistea ...fericirea ..jumatatea..si daca nu in micul Paris..atunci in restul lumii..in cine stie care colt de univers ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;             Realizam cum ma lasasem condusa de niste ambitii care nu imi apartineau ..cum imi chinuiam fiecare zi incercand parca sa scap de sensibilitatea sufletului meu doar pentru a-ti fi pe plac ..uitand ca asta sunt ..si ca daca nu ma poti iubi asa cum sunt..nu e vina mea ..nu e vina ta ..nu e a nimanui ...pentru ca  intr'un final sa imi dau seama ca in trupul tau nu  mai exista suflet..ca nu era sufletul meu de copil de vina ..ci mintea ta bolnava de manipulare..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;              Aerul cald imi amintea de bucuria care ma cuprindea cand ne intalneam...ne'am intalnit si in seara precedenta parca dintr'un joc al destinului bine gandit..in locul meu era altcineva...nu stiam cine e..nici nu m-ar interesa..nu semnifica nimic ea..ci ceea ce ai facut tu ...ceea ce ai pus in  locul meu..poate o distractie de moment ..poate o cunostinta mai veche..nu voi sti niciodata ...dar ce voi sti mereu e ca a stat in locul meu..a pus sarutul ei p buzele tale..a privit in ochii tai din bratele tale..si cine stie cate altele au mai facut la fel..in timp ce eu ma intrebam ce se intampla cu omul pe care il adoram in nebunia mea poate adolescentina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                In timp ce toate astea se derulau in mintea mea prea obosita dar in acelasi timp entuziasmata de zgomotul masinilor imblanzit de luminile strazilor..intelegeam ca de fapt nu am pierdut nimic...am iubit ..am fost sincera ..am daruit incredere si siguranta pentru a primi in schimb ..tradare si dispret ...din partea aceluiasi om care imi spunea candva ca ce si'ar dori cel mai mult ar fi sa tin la el..si poate ca desi mi'a deschis o  rana greu de vindecat..destinul a vrut sa aflu la timp ca iubeam o iluzie...credeam un om care la intrebarea "de ce" era preocupat de propriul egoism al sigurantei personale..si principala grija era cafeaua ce trebuia oferita..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                 M'am oprit in dreptul muzicantului cu vioara .i'am dat aceiasi suma nesemnificativa ca intotdeauna.. acel om cu vioara care imi va aminti de tine..cel pe care l'am cunoscut la inceput..care imi vorbea, ma asculta...ma fascina poate cu ideile sale ...si care a devenit intr'un final ..partenerul unei domnisoare ce nici pe departe nu i se potrivea omului pe care il stiam eu; involuntar dandu'mi un sentiment de bunastare vazand ca nu merita osteneala..dar si de jena in acelasi timp datorat calitatii scazute a domnisoarei din "imagine".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                Una peste alta la pas..cu pasi micuti de parizian- bucurestean :) am mers pana la semafor si m'am oprit spunadu'mi : copilu'asta e! fa'te tu copil mai mare ..stergeti lacrimile toate ca nu vei mai da timpul inapoi ..strange toate batistutele si intelege ca omul asta nu te merita! ;) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                 In micul Paris unii se lupta pentru bani..altii pentru viata..unii pentru sentimente ..altii pentru o zi de maine mai buna..iar unii pentru iluzii creionate in fum de tigara ce se sting intr'o singura seara. ..dupa un an de speranta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                 Om mare care esti..sper sa fii fericit in universul  tau in care traiesti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/251681102749165770-5014266837520544472?l=roxette-rosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5014266837520544472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/01/lilparis-sunt-doar-un-suflet-de-copil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/5014266837520544472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251681102749165770/posts/default/5014266837520544472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxette-rosana.blogspot.com/2011/01/lilparis-sunt-doar-un-suflet-de-copil.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545148914442480479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTCvNYTrlmw/TyHWynrdUyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WhSwccAzZeM/s220/IMG_4080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251681102749165770.post-4193911731835988323</id><published>2010-06-23T23:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:36:00.621+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V36kgOo_xP8/TCJv5iO_q7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/fga29zYisLQ/s1600/roxa22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V36kgOo_xP8/TCJv5iO_q7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/fga29zYisLQ/s320/roxa22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486070330323610546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 :AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- intr-un targ de antichitati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" suflet de vanzare. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-am scos sufletul la vanzare incercand sa scap de el...si de tine ...dar in targul de vechituri o batrana mi-a spus  ca e prea ponosit chiar si pentru ea ... ca are mult  prea multe petice pe el  si toate de o singura culoare ..m-a intrebat de ce vreau sa il vand ?.. i-am raspuns ca ma doare prea tare si ca mi-a imbolnavit zambetul... mi-a luat mana si s-a uitat in ochii mei  spunandu-mi ca iubirile vin si trec ...ca sunt prea tanara si  ca daca nu mai esti langa mine inseamna ca nu aveam nevoie de tine...dar am inceput sa rad intreband-o de ce  daca nu am nevoie de tine ..: plang de dorul tau .. am in minte numai chipul tau si nu imi mai doresc nimic . . decat sa adorm in bratele tale . . .a inceput si ea sa rada zicandu-mi ca sunt inca copila si ca daca vei simti la fel ma vei cauta neputand sa iti gasesti linistea in alta parte...i-am zambit lasand sa se auda printre dinti ca daca ar fi fost asa ai fi venit demult...mi-a replicat atunci repede ca  alegerile inimii sunt complicate si de multe ori cele mai nedrepte :)&lt;br /&gt;avea o expresie calda  pe care mi-o  amintesc de fiecare data cand ma trezesc si vreau sa iti scot ochii ...numai sa simti ce simt eu de fiecare data cand mi-e dor de tine :)) dar stiu prea bine ..ca nu pot sa te urasc nici macar o secunda ..chiar daca mi-ai lasat un gol in inima atunci cand ai plecat si ai trantit usa in urma ta de s-au speriat toti  peretii in jur ca intr-o schita de-a lui caragiale:)) ! 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