Smile!

Love makes us smile,
Friendship makes us smile,
Childhood makes us smile,
Nature makes us smile,
Family makes us smile,
Memories makes us smile,
Rain makes us smile,
Sun makes us smile,
You make me smile all the time!

Nu uita!

Omul este irational,ilogic,egocentric.
Nu are importanta,tu iubeste-l!
Daca faci bine,vor spune ca ai scopuri ascunse,egoiste.
Nu are importanta,tu realizeaza-le!
Daca-ti atingi propiile teluri vei gasi prieteni falsi si dusmani adevarati.
Nu are importanta,tu fa acel bine!
Binele pe care-l faci,maine va fi uitat.
Nu are importanta,tu sa-l faci!
Onestitatea si sinceritatea te fac vulnerabil.
Nu are importanta,tu sa fii deschis si cinstit!
Ceea ce ai construit ani in sir,poate fi distrus intr-o clipa.
Nu are importanta,tu sa construiesti!
Daca-i ajuti pe oameni,se vor ridica impotriva ta.
Nu are importanta,tu sa-l ajuti!
Da lumii ce ai mai bun din tine si lumea te va lua la bataie.
Nu are importanta,tu da ce ai mai bun din tine!

Timpul!

Timpul trece pe langa noi.Nu observam.Observam doar lucrurile ce se intampla in acele momente.Suntem fericiti,facem fapte bune,dar si gresim.Invatam din greselile pe care le-am facut si ne propunem sa nu mai gresim..dar gresim.
Ne bucuram de clipele minunate care se intampla dar suntem si tristi.Incercam sa trecem de acele momente triste care ni s-au intamplat..incercam sa zambim chiar daca suntem tristi deoarece nu se stie niciodata cine se v-a indragosti de zambetul nostru.
Ne ajutam intre noi;cerem sfaturi;dam sfaturi.Ne facem prieteni noi incercam sa-i ajutam in momentele grele..si ei incerca in felul lor.
Intalnim noi persoane..incepem sa ne placa de acele persoane..ne indragostim.Ce sentiment:dragostea.Ne certam si peste mult timp ne impacam.Am fost raniti dar ne-a trecut.Trecem peste acele momente si ajungem sa facem altceva..sa iubim pe altcineva,sa ne facem noi prieteni,sa facem fapte bune si fapte rele.Sa fim fericiti datorita altor lucruri.
Avem timp pentru toate,dar odata ce timpul se duce nu mai putem sa facem aceleasi lucruri.Odata cu varsta pe care o avem,facem si mai putine lucruri.Asa ajungem la o varsta la care nu mai putem sa facem nimic,doar sa...stam!


by A.

Lissie-In sleep ,merita ascultata:*

Frica.

Nu stiu de ce tot amanam lucrurile pe care le dorim foarte mult sa le facem,dar daca ar trebui

sa ghicesc de ce facem asta,as zice ca o facem mai ales de frica.Frica de esec,frica de refuz...frica de durere.

Cateodata ne este pur si simplu frica sa luam o decizie.Daca e cea gresita?Daca nu e bine ce alegere am facut?Daca faci o greseala pe care dupa nu mai poti sa o repari?

Zi de zi ne confruntam cu tot felul de frici.Diferite frici care ne inconjoara oriunde,oricand.

Andreea.

Lecţie inutilă de logică

Aşs se-ntâmplă logic,
plecăm şi sosim undeva.
Plecăm pentru o clipă, pentru un ceas, pentru o viaţă,
poate nu trebuia să plecăm, dar problema nu-i asta,
ci faptul că sosim undeva, totdeauna sosim undeva,
poate nu sosim la timp, nu sosim unde trebuie, nu sosim
unde-am vrut,
dar sosim undeva şi câtă vreme sosim undeva totul e logic,
chiar dacă logica şi fericirea sunt lucruri total diferite,
totuşi am plecat şi am sosit undeva,
am greşit drumul, dar am sosit undeva
dar când nu mai sosim nicăieri
totul devine ilogic. Spre ce ne ducem
dacă nu sosim nicăieri?(Octavian Paler)

12 August;inca vara.

Cer senin cu soare;un buna dimineata dulce amarui;

Cafeaua cu lapte..preferata mea;

Sunetul muzicii se aude in camera cu peretii portocalii;

Patul inca nefacut;

Primul volum de "La Medeleni" de Ionel Teodoreanu sta deschis langa pat la capitoul Rodica;

Razele soarelui intra cu putina teama in camera mea;

Cerceii stau aruncati pe noptiera;

Dulapul deschis;geamul deschis;

Camera mea e mult mai luminata;

Putin fum din bucatarie ajunge in camera mea;fratele meu fumeaza linistit la cafeaua de dimineata;

Aprind calculatorul;ma uit pe facebook...cereri de prietenie;intru pe mess..nimic nou;
Imi programezi la 6 sa ies in oras ..aceleasi plimbari,aceleasi fete zi de zi..parca sunt putin plictisita de ele;le zambesc cu putina tristete;
Ajung acasa pe noapte ..asa de placut e noaptea;in fiecare noapte intarzii acasa..asa e obiceiul meu;
Ma uit la cer ..atat de fascinant e..ador cerul!

Mare.

Deabia astept sa plec la mare.Cat de mult imi doresc sa fiu iar acolo.S-ascult marea spunandu-mi povestea ei.Si de un val purtata sa ma las.Sa privesc soarele cum iese din mare si sa stiu ca urmeaza inca o zi cu soare.Sa simt nisipul cum se strecoara printre degete si scoicile sa ma gadile.Sa aud cum se sparg valurile si sa aud usor cum adie vantul si firul de nisip.S-aud copiii jucandu-se si bucurandu-se ca sunt acolo unde marea si nisipul exista.Sa ma plimb dimineata pe plaja.Sa ma bat cu apa;este destula apa pentru toti.Sa-mi pierd vremea pe plaja,sa dansez,sa cant,sa ma ud.Sa ma bucur ca sunt acolo!Acum doar timpul trebuie sa treaca!

A.

O leapşă.

1. Luaţi cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschideţi la 18 şi scrieţi aici al 4-lea rând:

"Tata se transforma intr-un ciudat."-Ben Rice

2. Fără să verificaţi, cât e ora?

20:30.

3. Verificaţi!

20:33.

4. Cum sunteţi îmbrăcat(ă)?

Pantaloni scurti si o bluza de pijama.

5. Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitaţi?

Ma uitam la alte bloguri.

6. Ce zgomot auziţi în afară de cel al calculatorului?

Al masinii de spalat!

7. Când aţi ieşit ultima dată şi ce aţi făcut cu ocazia respectivă?

Am iesit pe la vreo 17:30 sa vad daca vine ploaia.Am deschis usa.

8. Ce aţi visat ieri noapte?

Nu-mi mai amintesc.

9.Când aţi râs ultima dată?

Pe la vreo 18 cand maama si-a pus o palarie de plaja pe cap.

10.Ce aveţi pe pereţii încăperii în care sunteţi?

Dulapuri si un tablou.

11. Dacă aţi deveni multimilionar peste noapte care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aţi cumpăra?

O casa in Cluj-Napoca.

12. Care este ultimul film pe care l-aţi văzut?

The back-up plan.

13.Aţi văzut ceva neobişnuit astăzi?

Da...cum norii de ploaie veneau,si nu mai vreau.

14. Ce părere aveţi despre acest chestionar?

Brilliant.

15. Spuneţi-ne ceva ce nu ştim încă!

In august plec la mare.

16.Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba despre o fetiţă?

Smarandita.Nu radeti.

17.Şi dacă ar fi vorba de un băiat?

Theodor sau Rares.

18. V-aţi gândit deja să locuiţi în străinătate?

Da..cred ca in Franta!

19. Ce aţi dori ca Dumnezeu să vă spună când intraţi pe porţile Raiului?

"Bine ai venit.Simte-te ca acasa.Daca vrei ceva spune-ne."

20.Dacă aţi putea schimba ceva în lume (în afară de politică), ce aţi schimba?

Mi-as schimba camera.

21.Vă place să dansaţi?

Da!

22. George Bush?

Nu.Andreea!

23. Ce aţi văzut la televizor ultima dată?

Sfarsitul unui film.Nu stiu ce film!

24. Care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui să primească acest chestionar?

Dau leapsa celor care doresc s-o preia!

De ce iubesc barbatii ,femeile?!

Iubim femeile pentru ca au sani rotunzi, , pentru ca au
fundul mare si grasut, pentru ca au fete cu trasaturi
dulci ca ale copiilor, pentru ca au buze pline, dinti
decenti si limbi de care nu ti-e sila. Pentru ca nu
miros a transpiratie sau a tutun prost si nu asuda pe
buza superioara. Pentru ca le zambesc tuturor copiilor
mici care trec pe langa ele. Pentru ca merg pe strada
drepte, cu capul sus, cu umerii trasi inapoi si nu
raspund privirii tale cand le fixezi ca un maniac.
Pentru ca trec cu un curaj neasteptat peste toate
servitutile anatomiei lor delicate. Pentru ca fac toate
treburile sacaitoare si marunte din casa fara sa se
laude cu asta si fara sa ceara recunostinta. Pentru ca
nu citesc reviste porno si nu navigheaza pe site-uri
porno. Pentru ca poarta tot soiul de zdranganele pe
care si le asorteaza la imbracaminte dupa reguli
complicate si de neinteles. Pentru ca iti deseneaza
si-si picteaza fetele cu atentia concentrata a unui
artist inspirat. Pentru ca au obsesia pentru
subtirime-a lui Giacometti. Pentru ca se trag din
fetite. Pentru ca-si ojeaza unghiile de la picioare.
Pentru ca joaca sah, whist sau ping-pong fara sa le
intereseze cine castiga. Pentru ca sofeaza prudent in
masini lustruite ca niste bomboane, asteptand sa le
admiri cand sunt oprite la stop si treci pe zebra prin
fata lor. Pentru ca au un fel de-a rezolva probleme
care te scoate din minti. Pentru ca au un fel de-a
gandi care te scoate din minti. Pentru ca-ti spun „te
iubesc” exact atunci cand te iubesc mai putin, ca un
fel de compensatie.
Pentru ca au din cand in cand mici suferinte: o durere
reumatica, o constipatie, o batatura, si-atunci iti
dai seama deodata ca femeile sunt oameni, oameni ca si
tine. Pentru ca scriu fie extrem de delicat,
colectionand mici observatii si schitand subtile
nuante psihologice, fie brutal si scatologic ca nu
cumva sa fie suspectate de literatura feminina. Pentru
ca sunt extraordinare cititoare, pentru care se scriu
trei sferturi din poezia si proza lumii. Pentru ca le
innebuneste „Angie” al Rolling-ilor. Pentru ca le
termina Cohen. Pentru ca poarta un razboi total si
inexplicabil contra gandacilor de bucatarie. Pentru ca
pana si cea mai dura bussiness woman poarta chiloti cu
induiosatoare floricele si dantelute. Pentru ca e asa
de ciudat sa-ntinzi la uscat, pe balcon, chilotii
femeii tale, niste lucrusoare umede, negre, rosii si
albe, parte satinate, parte aspre, mirandu-te ce mici
suprafete au de acoperit. Pentru ca in filme nu fac
dus niciodata inainte de-a face dragoste, dar numai in
filme. Pentru ca niciodata n-ajungi cu ele la un acord
in privinta frumusetii altei femei sau a altui barbat.
Pentru ca iau viata in serios, pentru ca par sa creada
cu adevarat in realitate. Pentru ca le intereseaza cu
adevarat cine cu cine s-a mai cuplat intre vedetele de
televiziune. Pentru ca tin minte numele actritelor si
actorilor din filme, chiar ale celor mai obscuri.
Pentru ca daca nu e supus nici unei hormonizari
embrionul se dezvolta intotdeauna intr-o femeie.
Pentru ca nu se gandesc cum sa i-o traga tipului
dragut pe care-l vad in troleibuz. Pentru ca beau
porcarii ca Martini Orange, Gin Tonic sau Vanilla
Coke. Pentru ca nu-si pun mana pe fund decat in
reclame. Pentru ca nu le excita ideea de viol decat in
mintea barbatilor. Pentru ca sunt blonde, brunete,
roscate, dulci, calde, dragalase, pentru ca au
de fiecare data orgasm. Pentru ca momentul cel mai frumos al zilei
e cafeaua de dimineata, cand timp de o ora rontaiti
biscuiti si puneti ziua la cale. Pentru ca sunt femei,
pentru ca nu sunt barbati, nici altceva. Pentru ca din
ele-am iesit si-n ele ne-intoarcem, si mintea noastra
se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai
in jurul lor.
(mi-a placut foarte mult ce este scris mai sus si de aceea am postat aceeste randuri)

Why men love women?

Why men love women?

This SCRIS ce mai sus)

This SCRIS ce mai sus)

Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For unexpected courage pass over all their delicate anatomy easements. For doing all the house chores little annoying and show off without it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching door with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him not to think how nice that type shoot him see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted this post)

Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For unexpected courage pass over all their delicate anatomy easements. For doing all the house chores little annoying and show off without it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching door with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him not to think how nice that type shoot him see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted this post)

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Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For unexpected courage pass over all their delicate anatomy easements. For doing all the house chores little annoying and show off without it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching door with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him not to think how nice that type shoot him see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted aceeste lines)

Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For unexpected courage pass over all their delicate anatomy easements. For doing all the house chores little annoying and show off without it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching door with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him not to think how nice that type shoot him see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted aceeste lines)

Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For a pass with unexpected courage easements over all their soft anatomy. For doing all the house chores without nagging and little to boast about it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching gate with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him to not think as you pull it nice type see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted aceeste lines)

Women love to have breasts that round, because they big fat ass, girls with features that are sweet as children, because they have full lips, teeth and tongues of which no decent you sick. Because there is no tobacco smell of sweat or no sweat badly and upper lip. For them smiling all small children go by themselves. For the street go straight, head up, shoulders pulled back and not respond when you fix your gaze like a maniac. For a pass with unexpected courage easements over all their soft anatomy. For doing all the house chores without nagging and little to boast about it and without asking for gratitude. Because I do not read porn magazines and not browsing porn sites. For all sorts of zdranganele gate on them and matching the clothes after complicated and incomprehensible rules. For you, and draw and paint faces with concentrated attention of an artist inspired. Because they have an obsession with thinness has Giacometti's. For girls come from. For his toenails ojeaza. For playing chess or ping pong whistle without interest them who wins. For prudent sofeaza polished like candy machines, waiting to admire them when stopped at a stop sign and pass the zebra in front of them. Because the way they solve problems you crazy. Because the way they think you crazy. To that I say "I love you" just when I love you less, as a kind of compensation. Because they occasionally small sufferings: rheumatic pain, a constipation, a weft, and then suddenly you realize that women are people, people like you. Because writing is very delicate, small collecting observations and sketching subtle psychological nuances, be brutal and scatology lest he be suspected of feminine literature. Because they are great readers, for which I write poetry and prose three quarters of the world. For them crazy "Angie" Rolling the-s. To that end it Cohen. For all gate and inexplicable war against cockroach. Because even the toughest of Business woman touching gate with flowers and lace panties. Because it's so weird to ntinzi to dry on the balcony of your woman's panties, some lucrusoare wet, black, red and white, part glazed, part rough, astonished at what they have to cover small areas. Because the movies are not ever gone before to make love, but only in movies. Because they never get to an agreement about the beauty of another woman or another man. Because take life seriously, that really seem to believe in reality. Because we really care who was who in May coupled between television stars. Because remember the name of movie actresses and actors, even the most obscure. Because if not subject to any developing embryo hormonizari always a woman. For him to not think as you pull it nice type see the trolley. For drink crap like Orange Martini, gin and tonic or Vanilla Coke. For my hands and not on the bottom than in advertisements. Because they do not excite the mind idea of rape than men. Because they are blondes, redhead, sweet, hot, cute, because they have an orgasm every time. For the most beautiful time of day is morning coffee, when an hour nibble on crackers and add to. For women, because they are men or something. Because of them, I went and did them back to us, and our mind turns to a heavy planet, again and again, only around them. (I liked very much what is written above and we therefore posted aceeste lines)

Summ'

Finally...the air of summer!

Ploaia;prietena mea!

De ce ne ferim de ploaie ?Hai sa ne jucam cu ea si sa fim uzi din cap pana in picioare.De ce nu iubim ploaia?Hai sa iubim ploaia ca sa ne iubeasca si ea pe noi.De ce unii zic ca ploaia ii streseaza?Pe mine unu ploaia nu ma streseaza;ma face sa zambesc.
De mai mult timp am inceput sa ascult ploaia;cum cade linistita pe pamant;cum se aude atunci cand cade pe acoperis(ador acel sunet).De la un timp imi place sa merg plin ploaie si sa fiu uda fara sa ma intereseze ce zic ceilalti.
Ador ploaia pentru ca nu ma tradeaza,lacrimile mele se pot confunda cu picaturile de ploaie si nu dau de banuit,nu trebuie sa dau explicatii inutile.
Imi place ca dupa ploaie apare acel curcubeu cu acele culori frumoase si pline de viata.Atunci cand caldura ne doboara cateva picaturi reci de ploaia nu strica.Ador cum picaturile de ploaie ajung pe corp.Sa dansam in ploaie,sa alergam prin ea dupa persoana iubita.Sa ne fie cea mai buna prietena a noastra cum e si soarele si cerul.
Ploaia face parte din mine asa cum fac parte si cei pe care ii iubesc!Ea e prietena mea.

, Anyone interested in substance not

, Anyone interested in substance not

Nimic special.

Eu si tu dar nu si noi.

Eu si tu nu you give us.

Eu si tu nu you give us.

Your mine!

Si te'am vazut ..erai singur te plimbai si ascultai muzica. Aveai privirea aia care ma dadea pe mine peste cap. Ma uitam la tine;nu'ti dadeai seama. Te analizam:totul era perfect la tine! Faptul ca nu ma stiai era ceva bun pentru ca puteam sa te analizez mai mult. Deci erai totul pentru mine...erai lumea mea! Imi placea sa stau pe o banca care era apropiata de a ta..sa'ti simt mirosul;sa'ti aud glasul. Sa te simt;sa te am;sa fii al meu pentru totdeauna!

Te'am were seen and one walk .. and music. You had that look that I gave myself over the head. I'm looking at you; nu'ti knew. I analyzed everything was perfect you! The fact that I knew it was something good that you could analyze more. So, you were everything to me ... you were my world! I liked to sit on a bench which was close to yours .. sa'ti smell, hear sa'ti voice. Let me feel, you have, to be mine forever!

Te'am were seen and one walk .. and music. You had that look that I gave myself over the head. I'm looking at you; nu'ti knew. I analyzed everything was perfect you! The fact that I knew it was something good that you could analyze more. So, you were everything to me ... you were my world! I liked to sit on a bench which was close to yours .. sa'ti smell, hear sa'ti voice. Let me feel, you have, to be mine forever!

Lumea mea!

M'am imaginat intr'o lume a mea...unde eu sunt regina!Pe un camp inverzit,unde soarele iese din lanul de spic;unde pot vorbii cu cerul...imi e foarte bun prieten;unde cerului ii povestesc intamplarile mele iar el sa ma asculte;unde pot alerga in bataia vantului;unde am un leagan doar al meu si stau toata ziua si ma dau in el;unde sa stau cu cea mai buna prietena a mea si sa vorbim lucruri de'ale fetelor;unde te am pe tine si stiu ca nu pot sa te pierd;unde am grija de toata lumea si le dau sfaturi si el la randul lor imi dau mie;unde pot sa port rochii si sa stau intinsa pe camp si sa ma uit la cer ,iar el se uita la mine cu ochi mari gigantici, zambandu'mi;unde pot dansa,canta,picta oriunde,oricand la orice ora;unde toti din regatul meu nu au ordine ce sa faca;unde ploaia vine cand vede ca regatul meu nu mai poate de caldurea dogoritoare ;unde leul e rege in padure.Unde te iubesc enorm;unde ii respect pe ceilalti ,iar ei la randul lor ma respecta pe mine;unde soarele e puiul cerului;unde imi doresc ceva si sa mi se indeplineasca;unde se tin ore,dar putine;unde pisica si cainele sunt prieteni;unde dimineata ma trezesc pasarile cantandu'mi;unde seara ma uit la apusul soarelui(intra inapoi in lanul lui).
Unde e lumea mea asa cum mi'am imaginat'o...unde eu sunt regina!

M'am lab imagine my world ... where I am queen! Greened a field, where the sun leaves the ear chain, which are able to talk with the sky ... my very good friend, where we have only one swing mine and stay all day and I give into it, where you and I know you can not lose you, where we take care of everyone and give them advice, which can wear dresses and lie on the field and watch the sky and he looked at me wide-eyed giant, zambandu'mi, where they can dance, sing, paint anytime, anywhere at any time, where all of my kingdom did not order, where rain comes when he and when he stops, where the lion is king in the forest.

M'am lab imagine my world ... where I am queen! Greened a field, where the sun leaves the ear chain, which are able to talk with the sky ... my very good friend, where we have only one swing mine and stay all day and I give into it, where you and I know you can not lose you, where we take care of everyone and give them advice, which can wear dresses and lie on the field and watch the sky and he looked at me wide-eyed giant, zambandu'mi, where they can dance, sing, paint anytime, anywhere at any time, where all of my kingdom did not order, where rain comes when he and when he stops, where the lion is king in the forest.

where cat and dog are friends;

where cat and dog are friends;

you want and stop when he wants

you want and stop when he wants

Va iubesc fratii mei!

Pentru ca:

Sunteti cei mai buni frati din lume.

Ati avut grija de mine cand era mica si eu ma duceam peste tot.

Mi'ati facut cadou un catel mic si care ma trezea dimineata.

Voi m'ati invatat sa merg pe:bicicleta,role,trotineta.

Voi sunteti cei mai buni prieteni ai mei,chiar daca ma mai cert cu voi cateodata.

Ati impartit cu mine toate jucariile,bomboanele pe care le aveati voi.

Mi'ati facut cadou multe jucarii si pentru asta va iubesc.

Mi'ati zis lucruri care nu existau iar eu va credeam..acuma nu va mai cred.

Voua pot sa va zic orice chiar daca pot sa'i zic si mamei!

Voi m'ati primit in jocul vostru:ascunsa chiar daca eram mica si nu stiam cum se joaca.

Mi'ati facut un leagan numai ca sa am ce face.

M'ati ajutat la nevoie.

M'ati facut sa zambesc atunci cand aveam lacrimi.

Mi'ati facut viata mai usoara pentru ca voi sunteti fratii mei si always o sa fiti.

Va iubesc!

For:

For:

Because: You are the best brothers in the world. You took care of me when I was little and I went everywhere. Mi'ati made you a little puppy when I wake in the morning. M'ati I learned to go on: cycling , roller, scooter. You are my best friends, even if I sometimes argue with me anymore. You shared with me all the toys, candy that you were going. Mi'ati made lots of toys and gifts that you love. Mi'ati things that were said and I will believe I will not now ... For you can say whatever you say and even if mother can sa'i! m'ati I received in your game: hidden even when I was younger and I knew how to play. Mi'ati made a swing just to have to do. M'ati help. M'ati made me smile when I had tears. Mi'ati made life easier for you are brothers mine and always will be. We love you!

Because: You are the best brothers in the world. You took care of me when I was little and I went everywhere. Mi'ati made you a little puppy when I wake in the morning. M'ati I learned to go on: cycling , roller, scooter. You are my best friends, even if I sometimes argue with me anymore. You shared with me all the toys, candy that you were going. Mi'ati made lots of toys and gifts that you love. Mi'ati things that were said and I will believe I will not now ... For you can say whatever you say and even if mother can sa'i! m'ati I received in your game: hidden even when I was younger and I knew how to play. Mi'ati made a swing just to have to do. M'ati help. M'ati made me smile when I had tears. Mi'ati made life easier for you are brothers mine and always will be. We love you!

Mi'ati made a swing just to have that done.

Mi'ati made a swing just to have that done.

Just one day!

• trezirea•

• vreme frumoasa;calduroasa•

• micul-dejun•

• ceaiul si cartea de dimineata•

• mess tampit;hi5 la fel•

• blog;postare noua•

• barfe la telefon si mess•

• plimbari;prietenii;suc;seminte;mancare•

• familie•

• iubiri;prieteni noi•

• certuri;suparari;mustrari•

• priviri urate;coincidenta;impacari•

• plimbari nocturne cu ei..cu el•

• bucurii•

Toate intr'o singura zi!

• awakening • • beautiful weather, warm breakfast • • • • morning tea and book • • stupid mess, so • • Blog hi5; post new gossip on the phone and • • • • walking mess, friends, juice, seeds ; food • • • • love family, new friends • • strife, grief, reproach • • looks ugly, coincidence, reconciliation • • nocturnal walks with them .. he • • joy • All lab one day!

• awakening • • beautiful weather, warm breakfast • • • • morning tea and book • • stupid mess, so • • Blog hi5; post new gossip on the phone and • • • • walking mess, friends, juice, seeds ; food • • • • love family, new friends • • strife, grief, reproach • • looks ugly, coincidence, reconciliation • • nocturnal walks with them .. he • • joy • All lab one day!

• awakening • • beautiful weather, warm breakfast • • • • the morning tea and book • • stupid mess, so hi5 • • blog, post new • • gossip on the phone and mess • • rides, friends, juice, seeds ; family meal • • • • love, new friends • • strife, grief, reproach • • looks ugly, coincidence, reconciliation • • nocturnal rides him with her .. • • joy • All lab one day!

• awakening • • beautiful weather, warm breakfast • • • • the morning tea and book • • stupid mess, so hi5 • • blog, post new • • gossip on the phone and mess • • rides, friends, juice, seeds ; family meal • • • • love, new friends • • strife, grief, reproach • • looks ugly, coincidence, reconciliation • • nocturnal rides him with her .. • • joy • All lab one day!

O zi.

Ma trezesc.
Fratii mei dorm.
Nu ii trezesc;imi place cand e liniste.
Parintii sunt plecati la serviciu as usually.
Ma uit pe geam;ploua;si din cand in cand se aude cum stropii de ploaie cad pe pervazul ferestrii...imi place acel sunet.O zi fara culoare..o zi posomorata.
Imi las patul nefacut si ma apuc de citit.Citesc Elevul Dima dintr'a saptea..o carte superba.
Ma duc la bucatarie..imi fac un ceai si ma apuc din nou de citit.
Termin cartea si ma uit din nou pe geam...soarele incearca sa se strecoare printe norii cei plini cu ploaie si posomorati.
Incerc sa ma gandesc la acel"el" dar nu pot.Ma imaginez sarutandu'ma cu el,tinandu'ma in brate si imi mangaie parul.Sunt vesela doar in acel moment.
Tic-tac-tic-tac...timpul trece.
Ma pregatesc de scoala...ajung la scoala si ma pun in banca;trebuie sa copii vreo tema ceva la mate.
In ora mie gandul in alta parte..ma uit pe geam si ma gandesc la lucrurile mele pe care le am in gand.Deodata aud:Andreea..profesorul ma striga dar eu nu auzeam.
Rad cu colegii;ne batem joc de copiii care sunt tembeli si fara minte;ne iubim...
Se termin orele;ajung acasa.
Mananc si ma apuc de teme.
Ma culc si visez orice;cand ma trezesc nu'mi aduc aminte exact despre ce era vorba dar imi aduc aminte doar franturi din vis.
O alta zi urmeaza!In care fac aceleasi lucruri dar putin diferite.

cap.

cap.

You do not wake up, I like when peaceful.

You do not wake up, I like when peaceful.

You do not wake up, I like when peaceful.

You do not wake up, I like when peaceful.

I wake up. My brothers sleep. He does not wake up, I like when it's quiet. Parents are away at work as usually. I look out the window, rain, and occasionally sounds like rain falling on the sill ferestrii ... I like that sunet.O day .. one day gloomy and bleak. I leave undone bed and I grab the seventh dintr'a citit.Citesc student Dima .. a superb book. I go to the kitchen .. I like some tea and me grab again read. finish the book and I look out the window again ... trying to sneak the sun Among the clouds filled with rain and gloomy. I try to think that "he" but imagine sarutandu'ma pot.Ma with him, I hug and caress tinandu'ma parul.Sunt just happy at the moment. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... time passes. ... I'm getting ready for school to school and I put in the bank must his children something about the topic mate. The thought at one thousand elsewhere .. I look out the window and think of my stuff that I hear in gand.Deodata Andreea teacher .. but I do not hear me scream. Rad with colleagues, we mock the children who are sluggish and without mind, love ... The finish times, I get home. I eat and I start on homework. I sleep and dream of all, when I wake nu'mi remember exactly what it was but I remember only bits of the dream. Another day going! as they are the same things but slightly different.

I wake up. My brothers sleep. He does not wake up, I like when it's quiet. Parents are away at work as usually. I look out the window, rain, and occasionally sounds like rain falling on the sill ferestrii ... I like that sunet.O day .. one day gloomy and bleak. I leave undone bed and I grab the seventh dintr'a citit.Citesc student Dima .. a superb book. I go to the kitchen .. I like some tea and me grab again read. finish the book and I look out the window again ... trying to sneak the sun Among the clouds filled with rain and gloomy. I try to think that "he" but imagine sarutandu'ma pot.Ma with him, I hug and caress tinandu'ma parul.Sunt just happy at the moment. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... time passes. ... I'm getting ready for school to school and I put in the bank must his children something about the topic mate. The thought at one thousand elsewhere .. I look out the window and think of my stuff that I hear in gand.Deodata Andreea teacher .. but I do not hear me scream. Rad with colleagues, we mock the children who are sluggish and without mind, love ... The finish times, I get home. I eat and I start on homework. I sleep and dream of all, when I wake nu'mi remember exactly what it was but I remember only bits of the dream. Another day going! as they are the same things but slightly different.

I wake up. My brothers sleep. He does not wake up, I like when it's quiet. Parents are away at work as usually. I look out the window, rain, and occasionally sounds like rain falling on the sill ferestrii ... I like that sunet.O day .. one day gloomy and bleak. I leave undone bed and I grab the seventh dintr'a citit.Citesc student Dima .. a superb book. .. I'm going to do my kitchen and my tea grab again read. finish the book and I look out the window again ... trying to sneak the sun Among the clouds filled with rain and gloomy. trying to think of that "he" but imagine sarutandu'ma pot.Ma with him, I hug and caress tinandu'ma parul.Sunt just happy at the moment. Tick-tock-tick-tock ... time passes. ... I arrive at school ready for school and I put in the bank must his children something about the topic mate. The thought at one thousand elsewhere .. I look out the window and think of my stuff that I hear in gand.Deodata Andreea teacher .. but I do not hear me scream. Rad with colleagues, we mock the children who are sluggish and without mind, love ... The finish times, I get home. I eat and I start on homework. I sleep and dream all, when I wake nu'mi remember exactly what it was but I remember only bits of the dream. Another day going! as they are the same things but slightly different.

I wake up. My brothers sleep. He does not wake up, I like when it's quiet. Parents are away at work as usually. I look out the window, rain, and occasionally sounds like rain falling on the sill ferestrii ... I like that sunet.O day .. one day gloomy and bleak. I leave undone bed and I grab the seventh dintr'a citit.Citesc student Dima .. a superb book. .. I'm going to do my kitchen and my tea grab again read. finish the book and I look out the window again ... trying to sneak the sun Among the clouds filled with rain and gloomy. trying to think of that "he" but imagine sarutandu'ma pot.Ma with him, I hug and caress tinandu'ma parul.Sunt just happy at the moment. Tick-tock-tick-tock ... time passes. ... I arrive at school ready for school and I put in the bank must his children something about the topic mate. The thought at one thousand elsewhere .. I look out the window and think of my stuff that I hear in gand.Deodata Andreea teacher .. but I do not hear me scream. Rad with colleagues, we mock the children who are sluggish and without mind, love ... The finish times, I get home. I eat and I start on homework. I sleep and dream all, when I wake nu'mi remember exactly what it was but I remember only bits of the dream. Another day going! as they are the same things but slightly different.