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