<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739</id><updated>2011-12-31T23:49:37.306-08:00</updated><category term='doruri'/><category term='ciripitul pasarilor'/><category term='vise'/><category term='privire'/><category term='chemare'/><category term='cantul inimii'/><category term='princess'/><category term='invata-ma'/><category term='cantec'/><category term='imbartisare'/><category term='copil'/><category term='astazi'/><category term='amintire'/><category term='chip'/><category term='neliniste'/><category term='albastrul marii'/><category term='miraj'/><category term='martor tacut'/><category term='iluzii'/><category term='ruga'/><category term='nerabdare'/><category term='curcubeu'/><category term='raza de soare'/><category term='taramuri straine'/><category term='file scris'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='tacere'/><category term='zbor de fluturi'/><category term='mangaiere'/><category term='ploaie'/><category term='dor de Tine'/><category term='gand'/><category term='printesa'/><category term='daddy&apos;s princess'/><title type='text'>DADDY's princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Ti-as spune ceva. despre noi, despre zapada de afara, despre dragostea mea. Ti-as spune ceva, oice, numai sa nu creasca iarba tacerii intre noi. Ti-as spune ceva, ce-ai stiut, sau ce stiu. Dar a crescut iarba tacerii intre noi si s-ar racit sunetele din cuvintele tarzii... ~Octavian Paler~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-7614888456465362363</id><published>2010-04-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:20:21.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te caut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/S8yQrl0_EbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/B7ww5yvKumw/s1600/eu+si+Mady+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/S8yQrl0_EbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/B7ww5yvKumw/s320/eu+si+Mady+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899526656692658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te caut febril&lt;br /&gt;Prin vise neştiute&lt;br /&gt;Cu mâini prea mici&lt;br /&gt;Ca să te-apuc.&lt;br /&gt;Cu verde-n ochi&lt;br /&gt;Ce-arde fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Sting în zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sărutul în adânc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te caut înot&lt;br /&gt;Prin apele amare&lt;br /&gt;Şi sper zadarnic&lt;br /&gt;Să primesc răspuns.&lt;br /&gt;Tu taci 'ndărătnic&lt;br /&gt;Şi aştepţi lumina&lt;br /&gt;Ce azi răsare din&lt;br /&gt;Din al meu surâs.&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/1749311684862649739-7614888456465362363?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/7614888456465362363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=7614888456465362363' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7614888456465362363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7614888456465362363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-caut.html' title='Te caut'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/S8yQrl0_EbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/B7ww5yvKumw/s72-c/eu+si+Mady+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-1959772715779790874</id><published>2010-04-13T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:39:29.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naivitate</title><content type='html'>Mă droghez zilnic ca să uit să te mai simt departe, să uit de singurătate, să uit că exist, respir și simt.&lt;br /&gt;Mă droghez cu priviri calde și-mbrățișări fantasmagorice. Mă droghez cu raze de soare în zorii dimineții. Mă droghez c-un strop din tine de fiecare dată când noaptea se-apropie.&lt;br /&gt;Ești drogul meu de fiecare zi ce îmi crează cel mai dulce vis și cea mai crudă insomnie.&lt;br /&gt;Creezi dependență, știai? Da, o privire nu ajunge niciodată! Iar tu îmi oferi totul: tot ce ești, tot ce ai, tot ce ai putea fi.&lt;br /&gt;Mai fi drogul meu încă o zi, mai deapănă-mi nopți scăldate în cerneală, mai dă-mi cerul gurii tale presărat cu praf de stele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am auzit de oameni cei au murit din cauza unei supradoze.&lt;br /&gt;Dar oare... se poate muri din cauza unei supradoze de dragoste?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-1959772715779790874?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/1959772715779790874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=1959772715779790874' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/1959772715779790874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/1959772715779790874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2010/04/naivitate.html' title='Naivitate'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-7854150117197590940</id><published>2010-04-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:31:57.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neliniste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mangaiere'/><title type='text'>Insomnie</title><content type='html'>Cântă-mi cântec de leagăn&lt;br /&gt;Și-mbrățișează amintirea.&lt;br /&gt;Sărută-mi tăcerea&lt;br /&gt;Ce-așteaptă mângâierea.&lt;br /&gt;Atinge-mi gândurile&lt;br /&gt;Și șterge-mi neliniștile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ți fie frică să vorbești&lt;br /&gt;Aici nu ai pe cine să trezești...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-7854150117197590940?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/7854150117197590940/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=7854150117197590940' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7854150117197590940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7854150117197590940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2010/04/insomnie.html' title='Insomnie'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-8872345813629901294</id><published>2010-03-06T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:51:29.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeu vs. stiinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Intr-o     sala de clasa a unui colegiu, un profesor tine cursul de filozofie…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa va explic care e conflictul  intre     stiinta si religie… Profesorul ateu face o pauza si apoi ii cere     unuia dintre noii sai studenti sa se ridice in picioare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Esti crestin, nu-i asa, fiule? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Da, dle, spune studentul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Deci     crezi in Dumnezeu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cu siguranta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dumnezeu e bun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Desigur, Dumnezeu e bun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E Dumnezeu atotputernic? Poate  El     sa faca orice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tu esti bun sau rau? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biblia spune ca sunt rau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Profesorul zambeste cunoscator. Aha! Biblia! Se gandeste putin. Uite     o  problema pt tine. Sa zicem ca exista aici o persoana bolnava si  tu     o poti vindeca. Poti face asta. Ai vrea sa il ajuti? Ai incerca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Da, dle. As incerca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deci esti bun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    N-as spune asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dar de ce n-ai spune asta? Ai vrea sa ajuti o persoana bolnava daca  ai     putea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Majoritatea  am     vrea daca am putea. Dar Dumnezeu, nu… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Studentul     nu raspunde, asa ca profesorul continua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;El     nu ajuta, nu-i asa? Fratele meu era crestin si a murit de cancer,  chiar     daca se ruga lui Isus sa-l vindece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cum     de Isus e bun? Poti raspunde la asta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Studentul tace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Nu poti  raspunde, nu-i asa? El ia     o inghititura de apa din paharul de pe catedra ca sa-i dea timp  studentului     sa se relaxeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Hai sa o luam de la capat, tinere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumnezeu     e bun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Pai…,     da, spune studentul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satana e bun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Studentul  nu ezita la aceasta     intrebare “Nu” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    De unde vine Satana? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studentul ezita. De la  Dumnezeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Corect.     Dumnezeu l-a creat pe Satana, nu-i asa? Zi-mi, fiule, exista rau pe     lume? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Da,     dle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1267274189_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267868952_1"&gt;Raul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e peste tot, nu-i asa?Si Dumnezeu a creat  totul     pe lumea asta, corect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deci cine a creat raul?  Profesorul a continuat.     Daca Dumnezeu a creat totul, atunci El a creat si raul. Din moment  ce raul     exista si conform principiului ca ceea ce facem defineste ceea ce  suntem,     atunci Dumnezeu e rau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Din  nou, studentul nu     raspunde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Exista pe lume  boli? Imoralitate?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ura?  Uratenie? Toate aceste lucruri     groaznice, exista? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Studentul se     foieste jenat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Deci cine le-a creat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studentul iarasi nu raspunde,  asa ca     profesorul repeta intrebarea. Cine le-a creat? Niciun     raspuns. Deodata, profesorul incepe sa se plimbe in fata clasei.     Studentii sunt uimiti. Spune-mi, continua el adresandu-se altui  student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crezi     in Isus Cristos, fiule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Vocea  studentului il tradeaza si     cedeaza nervos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da, dle profesor, cred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Batranul se opreste din marsaluit. Stiinta spune ca ai 5 simturi pe  care le     folosesti pt a identifica si observa lumea din jurul tau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L-ai     vazut vreodata pe Isus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="DE"&gt;Nu, dle. Nu L-am vazut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Atunci     spune-ne daca l-ai auzit vreodata pe Isus al tau? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="DE"&gt;Nu, dle, nu  l-am auzit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;L-ai simtit     vreodata pe Isus al tau, l-ai gustat sau l-ai mirosit? Ai avut  vreodata o     experienta senzoriala a lui Isus sau a lui Dumnezeu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nu, dle, ma tem ca nu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Si totusi crezi in el? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Conform regulilor sale empirice, testabile, demonstrabile, stiinta  spune ca     Dumnezeul tau nu exista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce     spui de asta, fiule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nimic, raspunde studentul. Eu am doar credinta mea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Da, credinta,     repeta profesorul. Asta e problema pe care stiinta o are cu  Dumnezeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu     exista nicio dovada, ci doar credinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Studentul ramane tacut pt o clipa, inainte de a pune si el o     intrebare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dle profesor, exista caldura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Si exista frig? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da, fiule, exista si frig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu, dle, nu exista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Profesorul isi intoarce fata  catre     student, vizibil interesat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clasa     devine brusc foarte tacuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Studentul  incepe sa     explice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Poate exista multa caldura,  mai multa     caldura, super-caldura, mega-caldura, caldura nelimitata, caldurica  sau     deloc caldura, dar nu avem nimic numit “frig”. Putem ajunge     pana la 458 de grade sub zero, ceea ce nu inseamna caldura, dar nu  putem     merge mai departe. Nu exista frig – daca ar exista, am avea     temperature mai scazute decat minimul absolut de -458 de grade.  Fiecare     corps au obiect e demn de studiat daca are sau transmite energie, si     caldura e cea care face ca un corps au material sa aiba sau sa  transmita     energie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zero  absolut     (-458 F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="RO"&gt; inseamna     absenta totala a caldurii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Vedeti, dle,  frigul e doar un     cuvant pe care il folosim pentru a descrie absenta caldurii. Nu  putem     masura frigul. Caldura poate fi masurata in unitati termice,  deoarece     caldura este energie. Frigul nu e opusul caldurii, dle, ci doar  absenta     ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Clasa e invaluita in tacere. Undeva &lt;span id="lw_1267274189_1"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267868952_2"&gt;cade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  un stilou si suna ca o lovitura de     ciocan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="ES"&gt;Dar     intunericul, profesore? Exista intunericul? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Da, raspunde  profesorul fara     ezitare. Ce e noaptea daca nu intuneric? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="DE"&gt;Din nou  raspuns gresit, dle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Intunericul nu e ceva; este absenta a ceva. Poate exista     lumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="RO"&gt;na scazuta,     lumina normala, lumina stralucitoare, lumina intermitenta, dar daca  nu     exista lumina constanta atunci nu exista nimic, iar acest nimic se  numeste     intuneric, nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;-i asa? Acesta     este sensul pe care il atribuim acestui cuvant. In realitate,  intunericul     nu exista. Daca ar exista, am putea face ca intunericul sa fie si  mai     intunecat, nu-i asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Profesorul     incepe sa-i zambeasca studentului din fata sa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acesta     va fi un semestru bun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Ce vrei sa  demonstrezi,     tinere? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dle profesor  vreau sa spun ca premisele dvs filosofice sunt gresite     de la bun inceput si de aceea concluzia TREBUIE  sa fie si ea  gresita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;De data asta, profesorul nu-si poate     ascunde surpriza. Gresite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poti explica in ce fel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lucrati cu premisa dualitatii, explica studentul… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sustineti     ca exista viata si apoi ca exista moarte; un Dumnezeu bun si un  Dumnezeu     rau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Considerati conceptul     de Dumnezeu drept ceva finit, ceva ce putem masura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="RO"&gt;Dle, stiinta nu poate explica nici macar  ce este acela     un gand. Foloseste electricitatea si magnetismul, dar NIMENI nu a  vazut sau     nu a inteles pe deplin vreuna din acestea doua. Sa consideri ca  moartea e     opusul vietii inseamna sa ignori ca moartea nu exista ca lucru  substantial.     Moartea nu e opusul vietii, ci doar absenta ei. Acum spuneti-mi, dle     profesor, le predati studentilor teoria ca ei au evoluat din maimuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Daca te referi la procesul evolutiei     naturale, tinere, da, evident ca da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ati observat vreodata evolutia cu propriii ochi, dle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Profesorul     incepe sa dea din cap, inca zambind, cand isi da seama incotro se  indreapta     argumentul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Un  semestru     foarte bun, intr-adevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Din moment ce     nimeni nu a observat procesul evolutiei in desfasurare si nimeni nu  poate     demonstra ca el are loc, dvs. Nu predate studentilor ceea ce  credeti, nu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acum     ce sunteti, om de stiinta sau predicator? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Clasa murmura.     Studentul tace pana cand emotia se mai stinge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ca sa continuam demonstratia pe  care o     faceati adineori celuilalt student, permiteti-mi sa va dau un  exemplu, ca     sa intelegeti la ce ma refer. Studentul se uita in jurul sau, in  clasa. E     vreunul dintre voi care a vazut vreodata creierul profesorului?  Clasa     izbucneste in ras. E cineva care a auzit creierul profesorului, l-a  simtit,     l-a atins sau l-a mirosit? Nimeni nu pare sa fi facut asta. Deci,  conform     regulilor empirice, stabile si conform protocolului demonstrabil,  stiinta     spune – cu tot respectul, dle – ca nu aveti creier. Daca     stiinta spune ca nu aveti creier, cum sa avem incredere in cursurile  dvs,     dle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acum clasa e cufundata in  tacere.     Profesorul se holbeaza la student, cu o fata impenetrabila. In fine,  dupa     un interval ce pare o vesnicie, batranul raspunde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Presupun     ca va trebui sa crezi, pur si simplu…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Deci,     acceptati ca exista credinta si, de fapt, credinta exista impreuna  cu     viata, continua studentul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acum, dle,     exista raul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Acum nesigur,  profesorul     raspunde: sigur ca exista. Il vedem zilnic. Raul se vede zilnic din  lipsa     de umanitate a omului fata de om. Se vede in nenumaratele crime si  violente     care se petrec peste tot in lume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceste     manifestari nu sunt nimic altceva decat raul.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;La     asta, studentul a replicat: Raul nu exista, dle, sau cel putin nu  exista in     sine. Raul e pur si simplu absenta lui Dumnezeu. E ca si intunericul  si     frigul, un cuvant creat de om pentru a descrie absenta lui Dumnezeu.  Nu     Dumnezeu a creat raul. Raul este ceea ce se intampla cand din inima  omului     lipseste dragostea lui Dumnezeu. Este ca frigul care apare cand nu  exista     caldura sau ca intunericul care apare cand nu exista lumina.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Profesorul s-a asezat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daca ai citit pana aici si  zambesti cand     ai terminat, trimite asta prietenilor si familiei, cu titlul     “Dumnezeu vs. stiinta” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="DE"&gt;PS:     Studentul era &lt;span id="lw_1267274189_2"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267868952_3"&gt;Albert     Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="IT"&gt;Albert     Einstein a scris o carte intitulata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumnezeu vs. stiinta in  1921….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-8872345813629901294?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/8872345813629901294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=8872345813629901294' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/8872345813629901294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/8872345813629901294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2010/03/dumnezeu-vs-stiinta.html' title='Dumnezeu vs. stiinta'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-4096836267691846279</id><published>2010-02-16T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T03:08:56.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neînțelesul - în viziunea specialistului în neînțeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aura0.gaia.com/photos/50/491115/large/Misunderstood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 500px;" src="http://aura0.gaia.com/photos/50/491115/large/Misunderstood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neînțelesul (ceva sau cineva) cunoscut în societate de către cetățenii obișnuiți drept un ciudat, cu deosebite înclinații spre diferite domenii de activitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neînțelesul pătrunde înțelesul și neînțelesul în aceeași măsură, neînțeles nouă fiind faptul că neînțelesul, cineva sau ceva, nu poate fi totuși înțeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este de înțeles de ce neînțelesul nu poate fi pătruns de mintea obișnuită, comună și limitată în înțelegere. Atotcuprinzător, neînțelesul înțelege! Pare de neînțeles, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neînțeles în înțelegerea sa, neînțelesul înțelege! Concluzia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Și tot ce-i neînțeles se schimbă-n neînțelesuri și mai mari.” (Blaga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-4096836267691846279?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/4096836267691846279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=4096836267691846279' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4096836267691846279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4096836267691846279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2010/02/neintelesul-in-viziunea-specialistului.html' title='Neînțelesul - în viziunea specialistului în neînțeles'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-4901954751103272291</id><published>2009-12-26T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:20:25.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never let go in every high and every low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SzXjTdbCoNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xt2hgfR3g9U/s1600-h/S8304921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SzXjTdbCoNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xt2hgfR3g9U/s400/S8304921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419487650065326290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pentru ca am pornit spre Tine si drum inapoi nu este... Pentru ca timpul este scurt si Tu meriti tot ce am eu mai bun... Pentru ca fara Tine nu exista bucurie si dragoste... Pentru ca Tu m-ai iubit intai si ai platit un pret de sange pentru mine... Pentru ca "Your love never fails"... Pentru ca "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You never let go in every high and every low"... Pentru ca mi-ai promis ca nicidecum nu ma vei lasa si cu nici un chip nu ma vei parasi... Pentru ca am pret in ochii Tai... Pentru ca bunatatea ta ma indeamna la pocainta... Pentru ca nu m-ai parasit... Pentru ca harul Tau si indurarea Ta cea mare... Pentru ca esti mereu alaturi de mine si nu ma lasi...&lt;br /&gt;                                                             TE IUBESC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-4901954751103272291?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/4901954751103272291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=4901954751103272291' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4901954751103272291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4901954751103272291'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SzEFGsXrnzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O8l0nY4CtpE/s1600-h/DSCN4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SzEFGsXrnzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O8l0nY4CtpE/s400/DSCN4721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418117439251259186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mami, cand am sa fiu  mare pot sa ma fac hippiot? ;;) Am sa fiu hippiot si am sa ma insor cu o hippioata :D&lt;br /&gt;                                 Danutz - 9 ani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-1312489560523712805?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SzEFGsXrnzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O8l0nY4CtpE/s72-c/DSCN4721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-3315970229250242609</id><published>2009-11-27T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:50:15.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're watching me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Imi doresc urechi deschise sa-Ti aud glasul inca din zorii dimineatii...&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc maini intinse sa primesc pacea si dragostea Ta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi doresc ochi deschis sa vad ca harul Tau imi este indeajuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Imi doresc picioare puternice sa pasesc neclintit pe calea Ta...&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc umeri lati sa pot duce povara ce mi-ai incredintat-o...&lt;br /&gt;imi doresc maini harnice sa lucreze in via Ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi doresc o inima calda care sa iubeasca cum Tu ai iubit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi doresc o minte noua care sa primeasca invatatura Ta...&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc o judecata dreapta sa deosebesc binele de rau...&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc o credinta neclintita sa cred ca Tu nu ai uitat promisiunile facute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi doresc rabdare sa astept in tacere raspunsul Tau...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play&lt;br /&gt;Every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-3315970229250242609?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/3315970229250242609/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=3315970229250242609' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>mitul fluturelui a fost spulberat... am ramas eu. asa cum sunt. fara sa ma ascund in spatele culorilor, al cuvintelor, in spatele unor aripi zdrentuite de vant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce sa ma descriu? :-??&lt;br /&gt;sa imi enumar calitatile? ~dovada suprema de modestie~&lt;br /&gt;sa imi enumar defectele? ~nu sunt o pers complexata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zbor... dar nu prin propriile forte...&lt;br /&gt;inima imi bate... dar de data asta nu e vorba de conservarea energiei...&lt;br /&gt;sunt fericita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5985295209961098841?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5985295209961098841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-7120770583122838808</id><published>2009-10-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:29:02.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi5 Scraps</title><content type='html'>14.12.2007&lt;br /&gt;numai TU &gt;:D&lt;&gt;firmitura este prin definitie ceva nepermanent ~numai TU &gt;:D &lt;~ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.01.2008 &lt;br /&gt;dah... sa dam un "refresh"... traiesc pe Pamant, calatoresc in spatiu... Romania is my country...SV power... si imi place ideea de a locui in centrul orasului :D love butterflies... imi plac plimbarile prin ploaie si sper ca intr-o zi voi ajunge sa iubesc si iarna. pana atunci voi trai zilele de iarna ca si cum ar fi vara. si am sa ma bucur sa fiu "DADDY'S princess", am sa ma bucur de prietenii pe care ii am, am sa zbor pe toata intinderea cerului si am sa ma scufund in oceanul dragostei Lui... :X:X:X ~numai TU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.12.2008&lt;br /&gt;TATY m-a invatzat sa vad frumusetea lucruilor simple si m-a invatzat sa gasesc fericirea in lucrurile marunete... ~numai TU &gt;:D&lt;~  29.01.2008 ne e frica sa visam si ne incapatanam sa nu credem. Printre zabrele de fier, in inima noastra patrunde o raza de soare si ne mintim ca s-a facut lumina. Ne multumim cu firmituri desi avem totul deplin in EL... dap... DADDY's princess....  15.02.2008 &lt;strong&gt;si de fiecare data imi dau seama ca nu iubesc cu o masura intreaga... ~numai TU &gt;:D&lt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-7120770583122838808?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/7120770583122838808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=7120770583122838808' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7120770583122838808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7120770583122838808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi5-scraps.html' title='hi5 Scraps'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5625475123857274289</id><published>2009-09-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:33:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curcubeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SrkJnnQzUtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KVJvZ2ZISPU/s1600-h/DSCF8240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384345405657141970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SrkJnnQzUtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KVJvZ2ZISPU/s400/DSCF8240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu, îndreaptă-ți inima spre Dumnezeu, &lt;strong&gt;întinde-ți mâinile spre El&lt;/strong&gt;. Depărteză-te de fărădelege și nu lăsa nedreptatea să locuiască în cortul tău.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Și atunci, îți vei ridica fruntea fără teamă, &lt;strong&gt;vei fi tare și fără frică&lt;/strong&gt;; îți vei uita suferințele, și-ți vei aduce aminte de ele ca de niște ape care s-au scurs. Zilele tare vor străluci mai tare decât soarele la amiază, întunericul tău va fi ca lumina dimineații. &lt;strong&gt;Vei fi plin de încredere&lt;/strong&gt; și nădejdea nu-ți va fi zadarnică...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5625475123857274289?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5625475123857274289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5625475123857274289' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5625475123857274289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5625475123857274289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/09/curcubeu.html' title='Curcubeu'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SrkJnnQzUtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KVJvZ2ZISPU/s72-c/DSCF8240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5620762697371783399</id><published>2009-08-07T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:19:08.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a chance on love</title><content type='html'>imi place sa  impart oamenii in doua categorii: cei care au intalnit iubirea in viata lor si cei care nu au iubit niciodata cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu am gasit-o! nu, nu e persoana perfecta. dar este cel care ma completeaza. el are forta de a infrunta viata, mie imi lipseste cu desavarsire. lui nu ii este teama sa mearga inainte, eu ma uit de o mie de ori inapoi, in prezent si in viitor. lui nu ii este frica sa stea fata in fata cu realitatea; eu ma refugiez din calea ei in bratele lui. el este gata sa faca sacrificii pentru a reusi in viata; eu imi sacrific viitorul pentru prezent. el vede viitorul in culori calde, cu tente de verde inchis. eu pictez totul in rosu aprins. el se vede reusind si razbind in viata. eu ma vad mereu ascunzandu-ma. el analizeaza totul la rece. eu judec totul cu inima. lui nu ii este frica sa o ia de la capat; eu, in schimb, fac totul pentru a pastra ceea ce am. el invata sa iubeasca, eu m-am nascut, parca, iubind. el imi citeste gandurile, cand mie imi este prea greu sa le transform in cuvinte. el ma cearta cand dau inapoi si vreau sa fug acasa. el ma invata sa traiesc intr-o lume inspaimantator de rea, iubind cu suflet de copil. ma invata sa am incredere in mine, sa merg mai departe.el ma ajuta sa invat totul progresiv, eu vreau mereu sa stiu TOTUL. imi aminteste cat de putine stiu; iar eu plec rusinata capul, stiind ca sunt atat de departe de ceea ce vreau sa fiu. el ma invata capitolul 13 din Corinteni, dragostea indelung rbdatoare si plina de bunatate, dragostea care nu se manie si nu se gandeste la rau. ma invata dragostea care acopera totul, care crede totul si nadajduieste totul.&lt;br /&gt;stiu, dragostea nu va pieri niciodata. si chiar daca totul s-ar destrama intr-o clipa, imi voi aminti ca mi-ai spus ca trebuie sa ma ridic, sa nu imi plang de mila si sa privesc inainte....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5620762697371783399?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5620762697371783399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5620762697371783399' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5620762697371783399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5620762697371783399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-chance-on-love.html' title='Taking a chance on love'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5303782043158281926</id><published>2009-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:06:29.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're here. 4me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You love never fails!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Saviour lives, my Saviour loves,&lt;br /&gt;You're always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1749311684862649739-5303782043158281926?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5303782043158281926/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5303782043158281926' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5303782043158281926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5303782043158281926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-here-4me.html' title='You&apos;re here. 4me.'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-2323214840586999238</id><published>2009-03-31T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:49:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SdJXLKJPZHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xy5ulgH4r-0/s1600-h/DSCF8470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SdJXLKJPZHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xy5ulgH4r-0/s400/DSCF8470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319409959091266674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Azi, am incetat sa mai caut o ratiune in a iubi... Oricum nu as gasi, iar cautarea mea ar fi zadarnica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;E primavara, iarasi primavara!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Azi aleg sa iubesc curat pe orisicine... Aleg sa te iubesc chiar si pe tine cu fiecare cadere de-a ta din Paradis, cu fiecare vis ce ti-l inalti spre ceruri la vedrea lunii. Te iubesc pe tine, copil mult iubit al Cerului cu ochi scaldati in plutirea divina a norilor pe cerul de un albastru apasator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Si-am sa iubesc si realistul ce se ascunde intre patru pereti, vazand cu un pesimism veritabil jumatatea plina a paharului. Am sa ii iubesc pasul cadentat si singuratic, sunand mereu gol si rece pe caldaramul pietruit al vietii. Si-am sa-i iubesc iubirea imperfecta calatorind mereu stinghera printre amintiri trecute, sorbindu-le in taina otrava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Am sa iubesc fiecare zbor catre cer, fiecare oglindire a Creatorului in sufletele apasate de mari poveri si grijuri. Am sa iubesc raza de soare ce-ti va mangaia chipul in fiecare buna dimineata, soptindu-ti usor si-aproape neauzit: "Te iubesc!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Viata merge mai departe in ritm alert sau in pas de melc... Ramai in urma sau mergi in pas cu ea. Vei cauta iubirea sau vei fugi de ea la nesfarsit. Vei crede in continuare sau iti vei pierde speranta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-2323214840586999238?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/2323214840586999238/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=2323214840586999238' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/2323214840586999238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/2323214840586999238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/03/azi-am-incetat-sa-mai-caut-o-ratiune-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SdJXLKJPZHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xy5ulgH4r-0/s72-c/DSCF8470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-971460471364089545</id><published>2009-03-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:14:20.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astazi'/><title type='text'>Astăzi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/Sc585CAZNRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BQZ3TWeGSzw/s1600-h/wallpapers30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/Sc585CAZNRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BQZ3TWeGSzw/s400/wallpapers30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318325529204045074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi mi-am auzit paşii solitari pe caldarâmul aflat sub teiul ce gemea de singuratate.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi mi-am strâns lacrimile în palma sufletului dar nu le-am putut stăvili şi mi-au curs fierbinte printre degete.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi mi-am amintit de mine, de tine, de noi. Şi pentru o clipa nu am mai putut privi prezentul. Mi-am întors ochii spre trecut, privindu-ne cu jind... căci eram fericiţi. Eram impreună, respirând acelaşi aer, cu inimile bătând mereu acelaşi ritm nebun şi haotic. Eram noi. Îţi mai aminteşti? Mereu împreună şi mereu gândindu-ne unul la celălalt. Ne plimbam mereu prin acelaşi oraş, stăteam mereu pe aceeaşi bancă din faţa aceluiaşi bloc.  Pe atunci tăcerea nu durea, iar singurătatea nu anunţa decât o apropiată întâlnire.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi mi-am dorit sa pot da timpul înapoi, să corectez ce am greșit, sa repar ce am stricat, să sărut unde-am lovit...&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi mi-am dorit sa grabesc timpul, sa chem răsăritul, să-ntrerup tăcerea, să alerg spre tine, să mă regăsesc pe mine, sa îți sorb privirea, să-ți citesc iubirea, să ma caut pe mine și să te gasesc pe tine... tot acolo, pe aceeasi bancă din fața aceluiași bloc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-971460471364089545?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/971460471364089545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=971460471364089545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/971460471364089545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/971460471364089545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2009/03/astazi.html' title='Astăzi...'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/Sc585CAZNRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BQZ3TWeGSzw/s72-c/wallpapers30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-7642156213587150840</id><published>2008-09-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:58:05.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tacere....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SODsfVynrmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DYSAMniBHFU/s1600-h/2008_04080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SODsfVynrmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DYSAMniBHFU/s400/2008_04080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457188683558498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;caut din nou in zborul fluturelui mireasma prezentei Tale  atunci cand in dragostea Ta, Tu taci. Te chem, asa cum fluturele striga soarele  prin fiecare zvacnire a trupului si bataie a aripilor. Iti vreau din nou diadema pe frunte, sa imi  amintesti ca de fapt, sunt printesa Ta. See it in my eyes, feel it in my hand,  read it in my mind... sau lasa tacerea dragostei Tale sa vorbeasca de la  sine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-7642156213587150840?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/7642156213587150840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=7642156213587150840' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7642156213587150840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7642156213587150840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/09/tacere.html' title='tacere....'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SODsfVynrmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DYSAMniBHFU/s72-c/2008_04080012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5614501567948589644</id><published>2008-07-10T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:25.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invata-ma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='printesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy&apos;s princess'/><title type='text'>DADDY's_Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SHZLpvpP6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E870xR2IR-U/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SHZLpvpP6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E870xR2IR-U/s400/princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221443998518864098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vreau sa ma inveti din nou sa fiu printesa Ta si sa imi asezi din nou diadema dragostei Tale. Vreau sa imi spui ca ma iubesti si sa ma strangi in brate. Vreau sa ma inveti cum sa trec in zbor pe langa timpul ce-a amortit, sa las totul in urma si sa ma indrept spre Tine. Invata-ma sa ma ridic si privind la Tine sa accept schimbarea pe care Tu o vrei in mine. Invata-ma din nou sa ma incred in Tine si in planul Tau, sa te iubesc pentru Cine esti si sa Iti multumesc pentru ce imi daruiesti. Invata-ma din nou sa iti aud glasul si sa pasesc pe urmele Tale. Invata-ma sa ma bucur din nou in Tine si sa Te laud. Invata-ma sa fiu din nou DADDY's Princess!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5614501567948589644?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5614501567948589644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5614501567948589644' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5614501567948589644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5614501567948589644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddysprincess.html' title='DADDY&apos;s_Princess'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SHZLpvpP6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E870xR2IR-U/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-190589414638882913</id><published>2008-07-09T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:16:34.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how the story ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SFÂRŞÍT&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt; s.n. &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Faptul de &lt;i&gt;a (se) sfârşi;&lt;/i&gt; partea care sfârşeşte sau cu care se sfârşeşte ceva; moment final; fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ÎNCEPÚT, &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;începuturi&lt;/i&gt;, s.n. &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Faptul de &lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;se&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;i&gt;începe&lt;/i&gt;; începere. &lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Punct de plecare, moment iniţial; parte care începe sau cu care se începe ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-190589414638882913?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/190589414638882913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=190589414638882913' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/190589414638882913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/190589414638882913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-me-how-story-ends.html' title='Tell me how the story ends...'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-2089157646782621835</id><published>2008-06-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:16:18.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as vrea sa transform cerul innorat in zorii diminetii mele si dorul in marea cea adanca...&lt;br /&gt;as vrea ca norii sa se preschimbe ca prin minune in curcubeul dragostei tale...&lt;br /&gt;as vrea ca toate clipele petrecute fara tine sa le transform in nisipul spalat la nesfarsit de valul amintirii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-2089157646782621835?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-3412816376196599208</id><published>2008-06-02T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:25.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doruri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miraj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taramuri straine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iluzii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imbartisare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerabdare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martor tacut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de Tine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruga'/><title type='text'>Te-astept sa-mi auzi chemarea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SEQLlOwLxyI/AAAAAAAAADc/4mJTaVwljMQ/s1600-h/2008_05290002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SEQLlOwLxyI/AAAAAAAAADc/4mJTaVwljMQ/s400/2008_05290002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207299803390396194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;tiai?... Am pornit spre tine si calc pe taramuri straine mie. Nu stiu ziua si locul plecarii mele, insa imi stiu destinatia: bratele tale. Nu am o harta cu strazi si locatii... am doar harta chipului tau zugravit din aspiratii si vise proprii. Am pornit spre tine... Si cu fiecare zi sunt din ce in ce mai aproape de tine, iar nerabdarea de a te intalni creste si mi-e imposibil sa nu tresar la fiecare cotitura a drumului, cuprinsa de speranta ca te voi gasi acolo, ca ma vei astepta si tu, gata sa ma intalnesti. Cateodata, dorul de tine si nerabdarea de a te intalni parca ma sufoca; si-atunci ridic ochii spre cer si imi inalt ruga. Ca raspuns primesc ploaia ce-mi stampara parca setea, ma elibereaza si-mi da puterea de a-mi continua drumul spre tine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stiu ca si tu ma astepti. Stiu ca si tu ma cauti si ca mergi pe acelasi drum ca si mine. Poate suntem chiar tovarasi de drum. E un drum ciudat, sinuos, lung si istovitor... plin de vise doruri si iluzii la fiecare pas. Pasesc sub soarele dogoritor al iubirii, calcand pe pietrele incinse; si mi se pare mereu ca iti vad chipul in mirajul baiatului Morgan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stiu ca si tu ma astepti... Stiu ca si tu ma cauti... Pe tine, martorul tacut al dorului meu, te chem sa-mi vii mai aproape... Te chem sa-ti vad chipul. Te chem sa ma cuprinzi cu privirea ta si sa ma ineci intr-o imbratisare eterna. Te astept sa-mi auzi chemarea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-3412816376196599208?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/3412816376196599208/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=3412816376196599208' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/3412816376196599208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/3412816376196599208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-astept-sa-mi-auzi-chemarea.html' title='Te-astept sa-mi auzi chemarea'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SEQLlOwLxyI/AAAAAAAAADc/4mJTaVwljMQ/s72-c/2008_05290002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-8179187183637887763</id><published>2008-05-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:25.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-apropii si ma departez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SDaHWewLxwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Z7K7Lvc8nA/s1600-h/Heaven_and_earth_by_Nullermanden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SDaHWewLxwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Z7K7Lvc8nA/s400/Heaven_and_earth_by_Nullermanden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203495239755220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In pas de dans si in ritm de zbor de fluturi ma-nvart in preajma gandurilor tale... le tulbur si le transform apoi in mare-nvolburata. Framantate precum lutul, gandurile tale prind conturul chipului meu si-l amintirii.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;precum ielele te chem si te-ademenesc in noaptea cea adanca... iti tulbur visele si-ti alung somnul cu raze de luna ce-ti cutreiera gandul...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apoi tac si ma departez usor. te las sa iti subjugi sentimentele ratiunii... te las sa te minti si sa incerci sa ma uiti. te las sa te-mbeti cu parfumul dulce-amarui al amintirii...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ma departez acum... dar in curand am sa ma intorc... si cine stie  daca voi mai pleca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-8179187183637887763?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/8179187183637887763/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=8179187183637887763' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/8179187183637887763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/8179187183637887763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-apropii-si-ma-departez.html' title='M-apropii si ma departez'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SDaHWewLxwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Z7K7Lvc8nA/s72-c/Heaven_and_earth_by_Nullermanden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-182872135751022056</id><published>2008-03-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire de nisip suflate in praf de stele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-1N-3IEFZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dbdVoHFsK48/s1600-h/rasarit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-1N-3IEFZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dbdVoHFsK48/s400/rasarit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182884488518309266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, nisipul si marea... Maini dibace cladind castele si un soare arzator inecandu-se in albastrul marii.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, cerul si stelele... Lumini in noapte stralucind si doi ochi cu sclipiri de libertate cautand in jur o urma de Tine.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, vantul si furtuna... Uragane ametitoare invartindu-se in propria-mi minte, ganduri fara sens si intrebari absurde... Ma trezesc in noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, dimineata si rasaritul... Roua uda pe petale de trandafir; rasarit de soare inchis in mine... E dimineata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-182872135751022056?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/182872135751022056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=182872135751022056' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/182872135751022056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/182872135751022056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/fire-de-nisip-suflate-in-praf-de-stele.html' title='Fire de nisip suflate in praf de stele'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-1N-3IEFZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dbdVoHFsK48/s72-c/rasarit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-2397163987947965684</id><published>2008-03-21T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:26.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curcubeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zbor de fluturi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albastrul marii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raza de soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantul inimii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciripitul pasarilor'/><title type='text'>in pas cadentat de zbor de fluturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-PyHnIEFUI/AAAAAAAAACE/V3InyHroe_E/s1600-h/2008_03140141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-PyHnIEFUI/AAAAAAAAACE/V3InyHroe_E/s400/2008_03140141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180250208982013250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi din soare as smulge o raza pe care sa o aduc in sufletul meu sa imi lumineze cerul innorat si noptile fara tine.  Azi, curcubeul l-as transforma in scara care sa duca spre norul tau pe care nu il pot ajunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albastrul cerului l-as amesteca cu albastrul marii si l-as turna apoi in ochii tai sa imi inec in ei dorul de a zbura. Ciripitul pasarilor l-as transforma in cantul inimii si dandu-i apoi viata, l-as elibera sa te ajunga si sa iti sopteasca vorbe doar de noi intelese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si un copil din nou sa fiu, din nisipul marii si scoici sa cladesc din nou castele sa traim noi doi in ele si din florile campului sa ne impletim cunune. Sa ne luam de mana si sa pasim in pas cadentat de zbor de fluturi pe raza lunii, ratacindu-ne printre vise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-2397163987947965684?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/2397163987947965684/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=2397163987947965684' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/2397163987947965684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/2397163987947965684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/azi-din-soare-as-smulge-o-raza-pe-care.html' title='in pas cadentat de zbor de fluturi'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R-PyHnIEFUI/AAAAAAAAACE/V3InyHroe_E/s72-c/2008_03140141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-4850224052679077029</id><published>2008-03-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:26.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='printesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='file scris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de Tine'/><title type='text'>Dor de Tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9zabKe852I/AAAAAAAAABc/ANJjywLk6xs/s1600-h/mana-in-ploaie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9zabKe852I/AAAAAAAAABc/ANJjywLk6xs/s400/mana-in-ploaie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178253831774725986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa mai intorc filele scrise ale vietii mele. Mi-e dor sa privesc in urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de momentele cand eram doar noi doi si Te lasam sa imi patrunzi fiinta cu dragostea Ta. Mi-e dor de clipele in care ma luai in brate si imi sopteai usor: "Printesa Mea!...".&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de raza de soare pe care o trimiteai mereu in zilele cu cer innorat si care ma incalzea in momentele in care eram inconjurata de sufletele reci si pustii.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa te las pe Tine la carma vietii mele. Mi-e dor sa Iti incredintez ingrjorarile mele, gandurile mele, sentimentele mele si povara mea la care imi e atat de greu sa renunt.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa realizez ca impreuna cu Tine sunt biruitoare. Acum imi dau seama ca fara Tine nu sunt nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... zilele in care ma tineai de mana si treceam impreuna prin valea umbrelor... au fost pline de Tine, de prezenta Ta, de puterea Ta.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa tresar la auzul vocii Tale. Mi-e dor sa ma infior la atingerea Ta. Mi-e dor de lacrimile varsate in prezenta Ta, de pacea ce ma inconjura, de linistea ce usor, usor se asternea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi Te chem ca pe un vant, ca pe o furtuna!... sa dai la o parte frunzele si praful ce sa-au asezat in sufletul meu. Te chem pe Tine, Soare si Ploaie, sa ma readuci la viata, sa ma readuci in prezenta Ta. Uda-ma cu iubirea Ta... Umple golul inimii cu Tine si readu curcubeul!... readu soarele!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-4850224052679077029?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/4850224052679077029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=4850224052679077029' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4850224052679077029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/4850224052679077029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/mi-e-dor-sa-mai-intorc-filele-scrise.html' title='Dor de Tine...'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9zabKe852I/AAAAAAAAABc/ANJjywLk6xs/s72-c/mana-in-ploaie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-6184444791543911092</id><published>2008-03-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:26.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Martie! Ziua mamei!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9U9rKe850I/AAAAAAAAABM/E4YVL5Ij-_Y/s1600-h/2008_03100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9U9rKe850I/AAAAAAAAABM/E4YVL5Ij-_Y/s400/2008_03100009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176111158490097474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Vai, cadoul! Inca nu e gata si trebuie sa il termin. Ma dau jos din pat repede, repede, nu inainte de a ma ruga dupa cum m-a invatat mami : « Doamne Isuse, Te rog ca azi sa fi cu mine sa ma ocrotesti… Si ajuta-ma sa termin surpriza la timp. Amin! » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;E sambata dimineata devreme iar mami inca nu s-a trezit. Cred si eu… si mie mi-e somn!... tocmai am cascat. Ufff!... Ca sa fiu sigura, imi scot capul pe usa. Nici o miscare. Perfect ! inchid incet usa si ma intorc la patutul meu. De sub el, scot hartia colorata, cadoul, foarfecele, creioanele colorate… si ma pun la treaba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Anul acesta i-am pregatit mamei un desen, la ora de educatie plastica… noi doua pe un camp cu flori. M-a ajutat chiar si doamna educatoare ca sa fie mai frumos. Il rulez si il leg cu o fundita rosie ca sa nu se boteasca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Acum ma apuc de felicitare… va fi in forma de inimioara… si am sa lipesc si o poza cu mine, iar in intorior am sa scriu « Te iubesc! ».&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incep sa colorez si fredonez incet : « De ziua ta, mamico, in dar ti-am adus inima… » si parca mi se face somn…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;continui sa colorez…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;« Hei, printeso, buna dimineata! Dar ce faci aici dormind pe birou?... »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;« Pei, mami… Tu sigur stii ce zi e azi, asa ca ti-am pregatit un cadou micut, micut asa cum sunt si eu! »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Azi, noi printii si printesele voastre va daruim un semn al pretuirii noastre,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;un semn al multumirii noastre poate nerostite, un semn al iubirii noastre!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Va multumim pentru ca ne cresteti pe noi, printi si printese ale Tatalui Ceresc, ocrotindu-ne, ghidandu-ne pasii, sfatuindu-ne! Va multumim pentru noptile in care ati stat de veghe la patul noastru, pentru toate diminetile in care ne-am trezit in imbratisarea voastra calda! Cuvintele nu ne sunt indeajuns dar ne rugam ca Tatal Ceresc sa va binecuinteze! Va iubim mult!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-6184444791543911092?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/6184444791543911092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=6184444791543911092' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6184444791543911092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6184444791543911092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-martie-ziua-mamei.html' title='8 Martie! Ziua mamei!...'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/R9U9rKe850I/AAAAAAAAABM/E4YVL5Ij-_Y/s72-c/2008_03100009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-3591610773715388348</id><published>2008-03-07T10:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:12:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria celor ce stiu sa astepte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt; pentru minte si inima. &lt;strong&gt;TEST&lt;/strong&gt; al credintei si al iubirii. &lt;strong&gt;TEST&lt;/strong&gt;ul nervilor tari. &lt;strong&gt;TEST&lt;/strong&gt;ul tariei de a lupta pana la capat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;SANSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;de a zbura fara aripi. &lt;strong&gt;SANSA&lt;/strong&gt; de a astepta in tacere. &lt;strong&gt;SANSA&lt;/strong&gt; de a lasa totul in mana Lui. &lt;strong&gt;SANSA&lt;/strong&gt; de a crede ca soarele exista chiar daca nu poate fi zarit printre nori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt;VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);" lang="FR"&gt; celor ce nu-si pierd speranta. &lt;strong&gt;VICTORIA&lt;/strong&gt; celor ce uita si iarta.&lt;strong&gt; VICTORIA&lt;/strong&gt; celor ce iubesc. &lt;strong&gt;VICTORIA&lt;/strong&gt; celor ce cred si nu se declara infranti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;VICTORIA CELOR CE STIU SA ASTEPTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-3591610773715388348?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/3591610773715388348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=3591610773715388348' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/3591610773715388348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/3591610773715388348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/test-pentru-minte-si-inima.html' title='Victoria celor ce stiu sa astepte'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-529533820815146707</id><published>2008-03-07T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:43:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc!... &gt;:D&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;E bine sa nu te joci cu focul, pentru ca te poti arde. E bine sa stai cat mai departe de prapastie, exista posibilitatea sa cazi. E bine sa nu te departezi de TATY, te poti pierde. E bine sa nu iti pierzi speranta, viata ta va fi fara scop. Nu iti uita principiile ; sunt cele care te ghideaza pe cale. Nu sta cu privirea in jos… pentru ca nu il vei mai vedea pe EL. Daca privesti in urma.. nu ai sa vezi ce iti sta inainte. Daca vei fi plin de ura, nu vei cunoaste dragostea. Daca nu lasi lacrimile sa iti curete ochii, nu vei putea sa vezi maretia Lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Invata sa fi precaut. Nu iti permite sa cunosti esecul. Invata sa iubesti. Invata sa stai aproape. Invata sa speri si sa visezi, vei prinde aripi. Priveste spre cer si Il vei simti mai aproape. Stai cu privirea atintita spre viitor. Trecutul lasa-l in urma si traoeste prezentul pentru ca intr-o secunda va fi si el trecut. Lasa lacrimile sa te curete si sangele MIELULUI sa te spele. Zboara apoi plin de speranta spre un viitor minunat alaturi de EL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Te iubesc, TATY ! Teiubesc pentru ca TU m-ai iubit intai. Esti tot ce vreau iar iubirea ta e singurul lucru de care am nevoie. TATY, ia-ma in brate… mi-e dor sa te aud spunandu-mi ca ma iubesti cu o iubire vesnica. Mi-e dor sa imi fi aproape iar. Te laude caci TU esti taria mea, pricina laudeloc mele. TU m-ai mantuit. Iti multumesc caci ma inveti sa iubesc, iti multumesc ca ma inveti sa pasesc prin credinta si nu ma lasi singura ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Te iubesc ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                        21.12.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-529533820815146707?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/529533820815146707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=529533820815146707' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/529533820815146707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/529533820815146707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-bine-sa-nu-te-joci-cu-focul-pentru-ca.html' title='Te iubesc!... &gt;:D&lt;'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-6704868212766365727</id><published>2008-03-07T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:45:24.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt; cu tot ce este bun si rau in ea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti raza de soare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt; ce sta ascuns in spatele unui nor pentru ca la timpul potrivita ea va apare si va va lumina viata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;color:blue;"   &gt;Iubiti cerul albastru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;! Priviti-l si veti prinde aripi ca sa zburati!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 255);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti florile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;! Priviti-le indeaproape si observati-le simplitatea! Au fost desneate de mana celui mai mare artist! Invatati sa fiti gingasi ca si ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti-va prietenii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Ei sunt cei care vor fi aripile voastre atunci cand veti fi doborati ls pamant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Incurajati-i cand sunt cazuti si ajutati-i sa se gaseasca cand s-au ratacit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 0);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti curcubeul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;! Este simbolul primei promisiuni facute de Dumnezeu oamenilor! Umpleti-va viata de culoare, si va fi cu siguranta mai frumoasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 153);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti ingerii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;! si invatati de la ei zborul! Invatati sa Ii dati lauda lui Dumnezeu prin vieteile voastre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Iubiti copiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;!sunt singurii oameni de pe pamant caracterizati de inocenta ! Invatati de la ei sa va incredeti in promisiunile Tatalui! Dar mai ales invatati sa iertati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Script MT Bold';font-size:16;"  &gt;Intr-un final… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(151, 17, 122);"&gt;Priviti si la fluturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! de la ei invatati sa treceti pe langa problemele vietii in zbor! Invatati sa va ridicati cand sunteti cazuti! Viata voastra sa fie unzbor jucaus spre fericire. Fluturii traiesc doar o zi pe pamant, dar o traiesc cu adevarat! Purtati pe aripile voastre amprenta dragostei ceresti si nu lasati ca pacatul sa va lege aripile si sa va tina robi! Invatati sa fiti liberi! Invatati sa va inaltati spre cer! Intindeti-va aripile… si luati-va zborul!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-6704868212766365727?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/6704868212766365727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=6704868212766365727' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6704868212766365727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6704868212766365727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/iubiti-iubiti-viata-cu-tot-ce-este-bun.html' title=''/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5571377656118649676</id><published>2008-03-07T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:31:20.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Puncte slabe. Sageti pline de venin. Lovituri sub centura...&lt;br /&gt;Purtam masti. Ascundem ganduri. Inabusim sentimente...&lt;br /&gt;Uitam ce a fost frumos. Retinem doar ce a fost urat.&lt;br /&gt;Pastram in suflet amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;                                                (16.11.2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5571377656118649676?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5571377656118649676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5571377656118649676' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5571377656118649676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5571377656118649676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/puncte-slabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-6837028655026268353</id><published>2008-03-07T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:26.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SIhKWl6T7aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/35EkNQswkCI/s1600-h/iubire4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SIhKWl6T7aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/35EkNQswkCI/s400/iubire4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226509119557725602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pornesc pe un nou drum &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intampinand un nou viitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubesc cu o noua iubire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubesc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zambesc cu un nou zambet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plangand cu o noua lacrima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubesc cu o noua iubire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubesc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natura e cuprinsa de aceeasi veche moarte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Din cer cad aceiasi fulgi de nea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma gandesc la tine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si te iubesc cu aceeasi veche iubire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubesc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;                                14.11.2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-6837028655026268353?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/6837028655026268353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=6837028655026268353' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6837028655026268353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/6837028655026268353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/iubesc.html' title='Iubesc....'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnIwJuozOv0/SIhKWl6T7aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/35EkNQswkCI/s72-c/iubire4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-5261221158471324635</id><published>2008-03-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:26:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugaciune</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cu aripile legate, mainile impreunate&lt;br /&gt;Si inima zdrobita de-ale mele grele pacate,&lt;br /&gt;'Naintea Ta astern al meu duh mahnit&lt;br /&gt;Si 'nalt o rugaciune de eliberare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slabiciunea mea, a mea frica si-ngrijorare&lt;br /&gt;Le pun in a Ta mana mare.&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi, TATA, azi scapare&lt;br /&gt;Si sufletului meu eliberare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu-al meu glas ridic spre Tine o rugaciune,&lt;br /&gt;Strop din a Ta iertare revarsa peste mine.&lt;br /&gt;Vocea Ta sa imi ating sufletul,&lt;br /&gt;Desertul uscat al inimii udat sa fie de-a Ta iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale tristetii lanturi smulge-mi-le,&lt;br /&gt;Bucuria mantuirii Tale revars-o peste mine,&lt;br /&gt;Cu arpile-ntinse sa zbor spre Tine,&lt;br /&gt;Lauda si multumirea Ti le aduc Tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliberat de-a mea grea povara,&lt;br /&gt;Scapat de-ale mele grele pacate,&lt;br /&gt;Voia Ta vreau sa o vad in toate&lt;br /&gt;Pacea revars-o peste mine in aceasta seara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         (3.20.2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-5261221158471324635?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/5261221158471324635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=5261221158471324635' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5261221158471324635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/5261221158471324635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/cu-aripile-legate-mainile-impreunate-si.html' title='Rugaciune'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749311684862649739.post-7165233113234587769</id><published>2008-03-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:16:11.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliberare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showImage();"&gt; &lt;img src="http://userpics-15.hi5.com/userpics/215/618/618076215.img.small.jpg" style="position: absolute; clip: rect(0px, 101px, 101px, 0px);" valign="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.hi5.com/images/clear.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Din a ta stransoare mi-ai dat eliberare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cu aripile de plumb si tintuita la pamant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Puteri sa zbor din nou imi adun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cu ochii ridicati spre cer, multumiri printre lacrimi aduc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N-am nici macar jumate din ce imi doream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar am din nou libertatea de a zbura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si spre cerul albastru de a ma inalta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iubirea sa o descopar din nou, as vrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De pe-a clipei floare imi iau zborul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plutind pe aripi de vant descopar viitorul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Napoi n-am sa ma uit, caci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In oceanul dragostei ma scufund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                        ( 6.10. 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749311684862649739-7165233113234587769?l=daddysprincessss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/feeds/7165233113234587769/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749311684862649739&amp;postID=7165233113234587769' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7165233113234587769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749311684862649739/posts/default/7165233113234587769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddysprincessss.blogspot.com/2008/03/eliberare.html' title='Eliberare'/><author><name>Reni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476513509323600119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up5AexoIK3k/TeT_c7JpucI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WnmwSNVm4dc/s220/250877_10150328023917516_788552515_10183860_164529_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
